You Forgot Me Your Queen
The Funeral

That night Kalisa let her husband sleep with his father. Because he wanted to give time for the two men to vaporize each other's longing in each other's hearts.

"Are you sure, honey, you don't want to sleep with me?" rama asked, even though he wanted it, but he still put Kalisa first.

The pregnant woman rubbed her husband's jaw gently. "Very sure, you've been sleeping with me all this time. So I can't stop you from sleeping last night with dad."

Rama's lips immediately curved perfectly, this is what he likes from Kalisa. The woman is always understanding and can sometimes be more mature.

The cup!

A brief kiss Rama gave on Kalisa's narrow brow. "Thank you for giving me time and dad."

Before coming out of the room inhabited by his wife and children, Rama took the time to stroke Kalisa's stomach. "Sleep well, honey. Sorry Papah can't accompany you tonight."

Hearing that, Kalisa immediately gave a smile. Makes Rama can't bear not to smear Kalisa's lips are so opiate.

After being satisfied kissing, Rama just came out and visited Akbar's room. There it turns out that Akbar was lying down, and with a slow movement Rama came up to the bed, sleeping next to his father.

Sensing a movement beside him, Akbar finally regained his senses. He turned towards Rama with a face that looked flabbergasted.

"Why are you here, son?" akbar asked, now he knew that the figure with him was Rama. Because he was able to distinguish his two sons.

"Tonight I will sleep with my father. For the first time I will hug the person who has made me exist in this world" Rama replied as he stretched out his arms to embrace Akbar's body.

It felt like Akbar wanted to cry again, but as soon as possible he replied to Rama's treatment.

"I'm sorry, son."

"No need to keep apologizing, Dad. Now we better rest."

Rama did not want to make Akbar constantly feel sad. So that finally the middle-aged man was obedient to the words of his son.

That night they slept in the same bed, sharing the longings that had been up and melted into one.

***

One family had breakfast first, and after that they agreed to go to the burial place of Akbar's mother, Rama and Kama's grandmother.

The weather is quite sunny, to make their bodies wet with sweat despite wearing umbrellas.

Akbar stared at the mound with my face, if only the mother had not done such a heinous thing, perhaps Rama and his wife would have remained with him until this very moment.

Yet, again he was made aware by the slap of fate. So that he could no longer blame his mother who had been buried in the ground.

"I'm coming with Rama, Mom. She's a mother's granddaughter who is so strong that she survives until Kama picks her up" Akbar said with trembling lips.

While others sprinkle the flowers they previously bought on the roadside.

"His heart really looks like Laila's. Because he doesn't hold a grudge against us. I'm so grateful to have found her, Mom. Calm down there, because I will always ask for his forgiveness for you," continued Akbar, who finally touched him.

Rama immediately lowered his body towards Akbar's wheelchair, without ba bi bu he hugged the father.

"There's no need to overdo it like that, Dad. Well me, grandma and you guys are all the same. We are human beings who have not escaped sin, so I cannot possibly harbor hatred against my own family. Because with this incident we can take some wisdom. I'm sure, I've forgiven my grandmother, they've calmed down there" Rama replied with a speech that was always able to cool the heart of anyone who heard it.

Even Kalisa was getting amazed. He really felt lucky, for standing by the side of a man so noble in heart. It even accepts her as she is, who has the status of a widow.

"We better pray for Grandma and Mother" said Kama, and everyone agreed.

They all sat in front of the dry mound, and offered prayers led directly by Rama.

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Let's not count hanging ya gaes, sorry long distance, new santuy🙈🙈