Wife Contract CEO widower
Bonding and Farewell

one day, after attending the funeral, Diaz came to see Maria sitting on the bed, her head resting on the headboard she was facing the window looking at the panorama of the sky

“Maria..this from dad to kamu” Diaz thrust the fold of paper that Brama had tipped on him some time ago. 

Mary was stunned to see the folded white paper that Diaz had given her.

“This what?” mary answered with a weak voice.

"Just open it"

He gave the paper to Mary. The paper already looks shabby, maybe because it folds and has long been written by Brama but the writings in it are still very clear to read.sentence by sentence read, he read, all the sentences were arranged so neatly with the handwriting scratches of Brama, his father. Until he reaches the last sentence.

To my beautiful daughter, my,

when you read this

Maybe I can't enjoy the night star on the roof with you anymore, in our old house.

maybe I can no longer plant your favorite sweet potato and help you dig it again, remember not we often dig the ground forcing harvest just for dinner, because the rice runs out.

Maybe at this time I can no longer stand beside you, hug you tightly when you cry, listen to your stories when you have problems.

Maybe I can no longer share my laughter with you, enjoy your cheerful smile in the morning, warm like a new sunrise. enjoy your eyes that sparkle like the light of the moon in the dark sky.

and yet...

right now, maybe dad is also no longer troublesome for you, you no longer need to bother thinking about what else to sell just so that dad gets oxygen in bed. you no longer need to trouble many people to take care of father.

My dear daughter, my,

I am very happy, in the rest of my life I am still given the opportunity to see your new happiness, get married and have a husband who loves you so much and loves me.

My soldiers who walk in your life story and about you are the most beautiful story in my life...

drowning in our old story

Know that you will remain the most beautiful part of my heart because you are a dream that has strengthened my reason for staying.

You're the most beautiful part I won't let time erase you from my memory.

If tomorrow is gone, I hope you will always be strong in every new story that will be created..

To you my beloved daughter,

Remember that... That this old man will never leave you for a second. Realize that only this body is waving goodbye, But this father's heart will never leave your side.

Bonding and farewell

never asked for a farewell, father did not want any loss, but death remains a definite destiny, which I never asked for.

this article was written by Raga Anka who always lay in a hospital bed, but her soul always hopes to accompany you at the end of the rest of her life.

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The shabby paper softened as Mary's tears fell on it. She sobbed in difficulty breathing, as the bead of water continued to flow profusely, warmly on her white cheeks.

Diaz grabbed Maria's small body, hugged her back tightly.His hands were coiled on the back of her contract wife, no words of encouragement because Obviously it was not needed at the moment.

"Hiks... Diaz, father. "she squeezed the strong black shirt Diaz to tangle, now her tears wet the shirt on her husband's shoulder.

In the evening, the black sky was foggy, the wind blew the leaves of the maple trees outside. There are no stars, only the moon. However, the more days the shape of the moon's face gets narrower and sunken. Shrink and keep shrinking until it only becomes a scythe. The moon's water is also getting more and more pacified. 

The moaning of his grief among the moonlight he shed tears on the night of farewell.