The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. Tombs

Zifana gazed towards the spacious apartment where she had been sleeping for several days, a spacious apartment that provided calm, sadness and happiness.

No wedding photos, nothing she brought from here. He doesn't even have any memories of Delon. Even Delon did not take the initiative to frame their wedding photos. Hais, isn't their marriage just a bitterness? A compulsion?

Zifana let out a long sigh, she wiped her tears. It was hard to leave. She did not want to be the third person in someone else's household. He believed Elijah was happy between his father and his mother. Delon's angry? It was a later affair, after all, his existence was meaningless after the arrival of the first wife.

Zifana stepped up, ordering a taxi waiting for her in front of her.

"Where's Miss?" the taxi driver asked as he got inside.

"To the ivory road, sir, will stop first to buy flowers that are not far from there," he replied and was taken by the driver.

The ivory road is a cemetery, where his mother, grandfather and grandmother are buried. Maybe by making a pilgrimage and praying for family he can be calmer.

Zifana tries to contact Willy, but Willy seems to be busy not taking calls from her.

Call me when you're not busy, Wil. Write Zifana on the wa message she sent to Willy.

Not long after, Zifana arrived at the funeral. The driver was waiting on the road.

Zifana moved her feet towards the tomb. He smiled as he looked at the name of the headstone featuring the name, Ida, Vani and also Herlambang Pratama.

Three tombs lined up neatly, Zifana gave flowers in each tomb. He took a long breath. Wrapping the veil that is now on his head.

Tear drops flow in the eye sinks of Zifana. Zifana looked at the grave of the old man who sacrificed his life to bring him into the world, as well as his grandmother and grandfather who loved him dearly.

Zifana repeatedly recited prayers, sending prayers to her parents and grandparents.

"Thank you for holding me, giving birth to me into this world, Mama. Thank you for the love, Ma, grandparents," said Zifana.

"Grandfather, grandma and mom must know, how difficult Zie's life is today. There's nothing, nobody, not even Papa and Gino's sister have the heart for Zie. Pray Zie strong ma, cake, Grandma" said Zifana.

"If this is the punishment of mass crimes then I sincerely live it," said Zifana.

His tears were flowing, he wiped them. To imagine her life like this is so sad. But, Zifana tried sincerely. He must rise.

"Grandpa, my grandfather asked Zie to find his best friend without the knowledge of his father and brother Gino. They are no longer with Zie, so please allow Zie to start looking for him. Zie will try to do what grandfather asks, take what grandfather left there," said Zifana.

"Pray Zie" said Zifana.

After a long prayer, Zifana ended it. The phone rang out and there was Willy's name there. Soon Zifana receives a call from Willy.

"I want us to meet Wil, I need your help" Zifana said.

"Okay, come to Rose's cafe, I'm here" Willy said.

"Okay, I'm there Will" said Zifana.

Zifana immediately walked towards the taxi car waiting for her. After washing his hands and feet in front of the tomb, Zifana went into tamsi.

"Mom, it's been a long time. I already wanted to stay lo, I should be able to get two or three passengers" complained the taxi driver.

Zifana let out a long sigh, opening her bag which left only a few hundred thousand pieces of money. Indeed, since long ago he rarely brought case money, and now all ATMs and credit cards have been blocked. That was his last money.

Zifana handed the money to the driver who felt aggrieved for waiting for him rather than having to argue. Maybe if it was her old self, she would argue. But now she no longer wants to be a proud and arrogant woman. Because now he is sure, whatever is done one day will pluck it. The planted ones, will definitely be harvested.

"It's for you, but take me to Cafe Rose, sir" Zifana said.

The driver seemed to be smiling, at least he did not lose much.

"Neither Miss,"

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In a magnificent house, an elderly man received news that his granddaughter came home and last night had a little chatty with her brother.

"So do you know what the problem is?" ask the grandfather.

"So Young Master's wife seemed to be saying different things to Young Master and Young Miss, Master. So they look a little noisy," said the person in the sebrang.

"You keep an eye on what's going on, don't forget to report it to me" the grandfather said, then hung up his phone.

The old man looked at his cell phone, staring at the face of a woman who was the granddaughter of his son-in-law.

"The color of you, I was forced to split the mansion with my daughter and grandchildren, I know you only want treasure" he said. Yes, this man is Grandpa Wilan. Actually, from the beginning, grandfather did not approve of the relationship between Vely and Delon. Until he decided to move the mansion to avoid commotion.

Grandpa Wilan stared at the photo on the wall, his picture with his best friend who died 7 years ago.

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