The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 22 - Megantara Sorrow

In a state of disintegration, Zean entered with his long steps. The residence of the Megantara family is now getting crowded, there is nothing Zean sees besides the hero figure in his life who is now stretched stiff helplessly. Destroyed, Zean was completely destroyed and tonight seemed to lose his soul.

He had tried to hold back, in the end roared also when the handsome man's face covering cloth that seemed unfettered by that age he opened. No matter if he was a man who was always taught not to cry, Zean was crazy and shook the man's body with all his effort.

"Well!!!"

Zean hugged a lifeless stiff body that would no longer defend him if he argued with Mikhail. Zean's chest was really painful, he roared so much that even Mikhail was unable to calm his son.

"Wake up, Opa ... open your eyes Opa, come on!!!" zean shouted loudly, the family who witnessed Zean's destruction just got sicker.

"Zean stop, don't shake. Your opinion is sick" Mikhail said, blocking his son.

"Opa wants to see Zean's great-grandson, right? Come, wake ... Zean will give you, stop joking, Ibrahim!!"

Megantara's family is in mourning, 90 years she carves memories with the family she educated with decisiveness and responsibility within them. Now, on Friday at 22:40 Ibrahim Megantara came home with a wound in the minds of his children and grandchildren.

"Wake up, Opa .. please."

Zean will always be a child in Ibra's eyes. The man loved his grandfather as much as he loved himself. Zean's tears, even his body is now limp.

However, when Mikhail was about to raise his body so as not to continue hugging Ibra, Zean brushed off the papa's hand.

"Let Zean here, Pa."

His eyes were now puffy, there was no Zean who was grumpy and irritable to speak. There is Zean who is whiny and forgets age when faced with this reality. He cried more hysterically than Zavia, crazier than Azkara and nothing was even right in Zean's eyes that night.

If it can be repeated, Zean wants to live longer with his grandfather. It was he who taught Zean to be calm and to always appreciate women, the simple things he instilled were not always from Mikhail, but Ibra.

"Zean has found her, Opa .. Does Opa not want to meet her? Hm?"

Zean mumbled softly, a conversation he only spoke to Ibra day after day, precisely a heart that may now be dead. Zean's head was in excruciating pain, he didn't want anything unless his grandfather opened his eyes.

He was gripped with guilt, usually visiting Ibra every day. However, yesterday he was too hasty to meet Syila to not come to his grandfather's residence.

However, a few hours before marrying Syila, she visited her grandfather. The man was still fit despite his age was no longer young, it was unexpected that Ibra's smile on that day was the last for Zean.

A few days ago ...

"Opa, it used to be young .. Opa's wife was two, right?" zean asked presumptuously when Ibra was very unhappy with such a question, due to the leaky mouth Mikhail may be separated will be eternal up to seven derivatives.

"Bad boy, who told you that."

"What are you asking for, Ze? Want to follow Opa's trail?" ibra asked half-jokingly and then put on her glasses.

"If Opa allows it, Zean will try."

Zean's reply made Ibra laugh. Zean remembers how Ibra patted him on the shoulder and said something valuable to make Zean not hesitate to marry Syila.

"Follow your heart, Zean ... Opa does not forbid because it knows what it feels like to be restrained in marriage. Do not be too submissive, sometimes be like Sean who until now Opa does not know sleep in the culvert where the bad boy is," said Ibra accompanied by laughter and the atmosphere of the day was very pleasant, somehow Ibra concluded, but she seemed to understand Zean well that day.

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The long night that seemed unable to pass, now passed with tears and sorrow that was still so deep. This afternoon, the capital was made to cry with the sound of siren ambulances delivering Ibra to her final resting place.

The figure of Ibrahim Megantara is quite well known to the public until it is only natural that up to the cemetery is also flooded with hundreds of hearts who died when there is absolutely no family relationship.

Not to mention, the influence of his son-in-law's grandson who is a famous actress clearly makes Ibra's departure covered by many media. Zean had been silent since then, he who sent the grandfather to the pit could only survive with his sadness.

Even more painful, until Ibra was covered in red soil with a sprinkling of flowers on it, Sean had not returned. Increasingly hate Zean on the figure of Nathalia who he considers as a trigger for the departure of Sean who until now did not want to go home.

There was not a single question the journalist Zean answered, usually he would give a response to respect Nathalia. However, this time he did not ignore even though their views would be mixed.

Zean with his sunglasses, still chose to quietly look at the pusara of the grandfather when the place began to quiet. Mikhail was unable to calm him, neither Zia nor Kanaya. Aside from them choosing to give up first because they understand Zean will not want to be made to melt if he is reluctant.

Rain spots began to wet the earth, as if to mourn the passing of the great man in this world. Zean was almost wet, until for a while he felt the rain no longer rained on him.

"Silk?"

Zean turned his head and was a little surprised to realize that Syila was now coming with her black umbrella. The woman commented on the warm smile as a form of strength for her husband. Since the beginning Syila's eyes have been fixed only for Zean. Very eager for him to embrace the weak body of the man with affection since then, unfortunately Syila came as a subordinate and could not do presumptuous.

"She's the woman I'm referring to, Opa .. late, but hopefully Opa can still hear my heart. She's my wife, Ayana Nasyila."

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- To Be Continue -

Everyone who lives will feel dead. This is the end of an Irbahim Megantara .. but, forever will be eternal in the minds of anyone who knows him😌❤