MY WIFE'S TEARS MY KARMA
CHAPTER 25

The drizzling rain colored Ronan's return from the hospital. In the ambulance Azkia continued to cry – sedu while holding the cold body firmly.

Ardan, who was in the ambulance with Azkia, looked at his wife with great anxiety, fearing that Azkia would faint again.

The whole feeling of guilt and pain racing – race pierced his heart mercilessly to make it a little difficult to breathe.

Ardan wanted to hug his wife's weak body, but the distance made by Azkia made him undo the intention.

Meanwhile, at Ronan's residence, Mang Ujang immediately prepared everything with the surrounding residents who happened to be with him once his wife reported that his employer had died.

As soon as the ambulance arrived at the funeral home, Mang Ujang immediately took the body to be immediately purified before being sholated and buried.

As besan and son-in-law, Faisal and Ardan help clean Ronan's body with one of the oustads who help purify Ronan's body for the last time.

“ Allahu akbar..

“ His body is very clean and fragrant and looks fresh does not look like a sick person....”, said ustad who bathed Ronan's body full of gratitude.

Ronan is a polite and light-handed person. He will not hesitate to help anyone who is in trouble without seeing who he is and does not expect anything selfless.

After being bathed and sholated, the body was immediately buried in a public cemetery not far from home.

“ Thankful...”.

“ Papa can be reunited with mom...”, Azkia said happily.

Ronan had indeed bought land beside the grave of his wife so that the body could be buried side by side with the woman he loved so much if he died later.

Azkia stared at the piles of earth that were sprinkled with fresh flowers with a hollow and empty feeling.

Down there, her father has slept in eternity without pain and will soon meet his mother.

Azkia's tears seemed to have dried up so that they could not come out again, but scratches and pain were still clearly visible in her eyes.

The process of his papa funeral took place quickly and smoothly without any obstacles made Azkia feel very relieved.

“ Azkia is not alone..”.

“ Azkia still has a mother and father who will always be Azkia's parents...”.

“ So, Azkia never feel alone...”, said Melati while embracing her daughter-in-law's shoulder warmly.

“ Thank you because you are always there for Azkia...”, said Azkia sincerely.

Although Azkia's other soul is firm and a little bar – bar, but she is also kind and gentle towards people – people are good towards her.

However he can be rude and very scary if faced with – people who are trying to hurt him.

For this reason, Azkia's other soul is present because she already has no one – who else as the place to lean except herself.

After reaching home, Melati continued to be beside Azkia to meet guests who continued to arrive non-stop to say condolences.

“ Rest first...”.

“ Come mama bribin...”, said Melati softly.

He patiently greeted his beloved daughter-in-law. Since the beginning, Melati has considered Azkia as her own daughter.

His heart also felt pain when he saw Azkia in the drop condition as it is today due to the actions of his biological son, Ardan.

Looking at the weak and fragile Azkia, the desire to protect the girl was evident in both eyes of the middle-aged woman.

Azkia who planned to stay in her home until the forty days after her death was completed was warmly welcomed by Melati who also stayed at her home..

Melati who could not bear to leave Azkia alone for fear of psychically his daughter-in-law was increasingly down decided to stay at the house of his daughter-in-law until the entire process of warning of his iron death was completed.

As per the doctor's advice, Melati was not allowed to leave Azkia alone after the trauma her son had created to her son-in-law.

“ Mother will stay with Azkia in this house so that Azkia does not feel alone..”, entertain Melati while continuing to feed Azkia with rice.

“ Don't need to bun...”

“ Azkia already feel good – fine...”.

“ Lagian here there are still Bik Surti and mang Ujang who accompany....”, subtly reject Azkia.

“ So, you can't act like – if everything is good – is fine...”.

“ Cry if you want to cry so that the burden in your heart disappears..”, said Melati sage.

Because of Melati's strength and strength to accompany her stay at home during the mourning period, Azkia finally received all the attention she considered a little excessive.

After finishing eating and taking a short break, Azkia returned to meet the guests who were still coming with Ardan.

Despite sitting next to each other while welcoming guests who came to visit the funeral home, Azkia did not even speak to Ardan.

Ardan understands his wife's cold demeanor for having just lost one – only family member and someone very precious in her heart.

When all the guests had gone home, Ardan looked at Azkia's back who was leaning on her papa's bedroom door.

Azkia stared into the room with a sense of tightness that burst into her heart considering that the sofa that her papa used to spend time to check back all the work she brought home before her eyes were tired and had to rest.

Since his mother died, the father often brought his work home so that he could go home early and spend time with his beloved daughter.

As for the rest of the work, he worked the night after Azkia fell asleep so that tomorrow he could execute her immediately.

Long enough Azkia dissolved in her memory until then the little shoulder Azkia moved slowly along with her very deep breath.

“ Brittle...”.

“ Sick...”

“ Wounded...”.

That was what everyone could describe when looking at Azkia's current condition.

And Ardan saw clearly the suffering of his wife made the guilt in his heart deepened.

Azkia who was about to walk towards her room saw the presence of her husband not far from where she stood staring flatly at Ardan.

“ You just go home...”

“ This house does not expect your presence...”, Azkia said sharply.

Degs….

Ardan looked back at the deep gaze of anger and hatred that his wife's eyes had highlighted. Though the time called him when Ronan asked to meet him, the eyes of his wife were as usual, shady and warm.

“ Why is he getting colder to me..”, inner Ardan is a little confused.

Ardan actually wanted to apologize to Azkia, but because of the high ego he had then the word could not be spoken from his mouth.

“ Let me accompany you here....”, said Ardan made as soft as possible.

Seeing Ardan say softly to her, Azkia could only exhale violently while clucking in annoyance.

“ No one – who is here..”.

“ So no need to pretend – pura good to me...”, spray Azkia rough.

“ I know no one – who is here other than the two of us..”, said Ardan replied.

Ardan who feels guilty wants to be kind to and thinks Azkia will be happy with it.

But who would have thought, instead of according to expectations, Azkia was getting colder and jutek towards him.

“ What is wrong if a husband says softly to his wife ?..”, Ardan said trying to melt the tension.

“ Clearly wrong...”.

“ Because we are not like that..”.

" We're just a couple on paper....."

“ And now, since papa is dead then we should stop all this fake skit...”.

“ Let's get divorced...”, said Azkia Nyalang.

Ardan was quite surprised by the last word Azkia said. A single word that made his guts shrink instantly and a surge of fear began to appear in his heart.