The Tough Wife Belongs to Mr. Arogan
Died As Mrs Morgan

"What's? What did you say?" morgan asked, crouching down and looking at Megan's increasingly deathly pale face.

"No, my mom. I didn't say anything, Mom. It was like I saw Jacky there" Megan replied with a bitter smile.

"O yeah? Maybe it's just your feelings, it's because you miss our son too much."

Megan just smiled bitterly. He turned his gaze to look at Morgan's face now, after which he looked back at the tombstone. As her husband just said, maybe because he missed Jacky the son too much, the late son suddenly visible to both eyes so real.

"We're going home now? The doctor said you can't stay outside for too long."

Megan nodded her head while smiling bitterly.

"Mas, I want to ask you something" Megan said before her husband pushed her in his wheelchair.

"What's? Just say, Mas will try to fulfill whatever you want. Whatever it is."

"I want to be buried here, he's next to Jacky."

Morgan remained silent as he raised his head. He looked at the blue-stretched sky that was above his head now. A circle of tears immediately filled his petals. Still, he tried to hold back as much as possible so that the tears did not fall in front of Jacky's beloved son's belly button.

"Why are you quiet?" megan asked immediately disperse the long daydream of a Morgan.

"Huh? Yes, sweetie. Mas will definitely fulfill this wish of yours," Morgan replied in a heavy tone of voice. Holding something hard he said.

Morgan Maxime looked at Megan. His head is currently wrapped in a black veil, his eyelids are complete with dark circles under his eyes now. Not to mention, the thin cheeks with dull facial skin make the beauty that was always proud of his wife is absolutely nothing now.

Morgan placed his palms on either side of Megan's cheeks then rubbed them gently. Even a small smile she let down, the smile of the real one forced.

"Your face is cold, Megan. We need to get back to the hospital right away."

"Yes, Mas. We're going home now. Thank you for bringing me here. Sorry I always bother you both."

Morgan just smiled a little. He got up and pushed the wheelchair with little Sherli. They completely left the burial area and will return to the Hospital.

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With great care, Morgan began to lay Megan Queeni's weak body on the bed. The woman's eyes looked brightly at the ceiling of the room. His nose immediately let out fresh blood made Morgan feel panicked and was about to call the Doctor.

"No need to call the doctor, Mom. Free, they won't be able to do anything, "weak Megan held back her husband's departure.

"But, baby. Your nose is bleeding a lot. It must be painful, right?"

"No, Mas. It doesn't hurt at all. I don't want you to leave me here alone. I don't want to when the doom picks up, I'm alone with no one in company."

"Stop! Stop talking like that. Please stop saying about death in front of me. You really don't think about the feeling of twilight. She must have been sad to hear her mother say that so many times" Morgan said.

"I'm sorry Mommy, son. After Mommy leaves, there will be Om Morgan and Aunt Sherli who will take care of you. They're both good people, so you don't have to worry."

"Mom's? Hiks hyks!" little Sherli's cries instantly broke, a cry that she really wanted to spit out a long time ago. She was forced to endure the cry because she did not want to see her mother feel sad.

Megan looked at the ceiling. The look of his empty eyes grew even more livid as well with his face increasingly looking deathly pale. A small smile rose from both sides of her lips now.

"Life is exhausting, short and meaningless. When we have everything in this world, we die just by bringing charity. We will leave behind abundant treasures, beauty will not help us from pain. One thing that calms me down is, I die as Mrs Morgan."

"I'm sorry for all the mistakes I've done so far. I realized that what I was doing was a mistake. I wish Mas happiness with Mas's wife. I'm just nitip Sherli. Love her like you love your own daughter."

"Jacky, he's come to pick me up. I'm happy because I died as Mrs Morgan. I love you, Mas" Megan said at length.

His eyes were completely unblinking anymore. His heart rate completely stopped beating, the mouth of a Megan was slightly opened as if she saw something terrible up there.

"Megan! Megan Queeny? Awake, darling! Wake Megan. Forgive me for hurting you so much. Forgive me for leaving you. The wrong wife should be guided to the right path, not abandoned. I'm sorry, Megan I'm sorry, hiks hyks!" lirih Morgan, rubbed Megan's face until both eyes were completely closed perfectly. Likewise with his mouth that was originally opened wide.

The shadows of the past instantly filled his brain now. The shadow when he first met the woman when he was young. His sweet smile, his whining, his sharp gaze, all that Morgan longs for in fact.

Megan Queeni is dead. His departure left behind wounds and sadness. His passing taught all of us that everything we have in the world is meaningless. We'll just die carrying a body.

SERIATE

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