TERRA, THE BEST MOTHER
CALL FROM SELENA
Wedding preparations are underway. Virgou seems to have to go back and forth to the European ambassador to take care of his wedding documents.
So did Puspita. Because he will marry a foreign man, all his files must be complete. Like the latest (original) birth certificate. Copy of ID card (KTP) from country of origin. Photocopy of passport.Proof of residence or domicile letter (can be a photocopy of telephone or electricity bills). Marriage form of the embassy.
So many files to take care of made the man go a little berserk. If Frans wasn't with him. I don't know what embassy he's visiting. Maybe Virgou burned it.
Virgou handed over all those documents in one file.
Puspita gave up. Original birth certificate of KTP photocopy. Photocopy of letters N1, N2 and N4 from the Village. For Virgou take it to the embassy.
Virgou looked at his girl puja with interest. The man really adored Puspita. Besides she is beautiful. The battle is funny too. Firm and independent. Virgou really likes women like that.
About her tiny body. That is the taste of the man with a million charms. It will be easy to embrace the minimalist body.
The man immediately left his lover if he did not want to flutter. Puspita to laugh seeing the angry face of the man she now loves. How long ago he wanted to give up his chastity for Virgou.
"He is really handsome. Who would refuse it?" seloroh Puspita in the heart.
Days pass. time changes. The wedding day is approaching. Men and women are just as busy. Bram presents his suit's presidential ballroom for Virgou's wedding.
As for the show, Virgou handed over all the events to the Wedding Organizer.
The number of colleagues and families invited, making the event a solid. Virgou booked two blocks of Bram's hotel for two full days.
When everyone is busy. Virgou who is finishing up some of his work with his assistant. Suddenly the phone rang.
A number from abroad. The man did not know who the caller was. He ignored it too.
Because of the heavy activity. He ignored the vibrations in his pants pocket. The man stopped when the time entered the dhuhur and ashar prayers. When Maghrib he stopped all his work.
Virgou walked towards his personal space. He cleansed his whole body. He came out of the bathroom just wrapped around a towel on the bottom. The man is cleaning his wet hair. Abdominal and chest muscles are formed. So sexy especially her pure white skin.
The torn bread mold was clearly plastered on his stomach and chest. Field chest and strapping. His hands were burly looking at the muscles that were igniting on his arms. Blue iris. Reddish blonde hair. His lips are thin, his jaw is firm. His back is slender. Don't forget the sacred things.
(not to be overshadowed. Othor is not happy!).
It's amazing without blame. So no wonder the first women want to bend their knees under the support.
The man immediately put on all his clothes. Hold the prayer rug and start the prayer. After the greeting he recited praising the majesty of the Lord. Finished that he prayed for the smoothness of everything.
Suddenly his phone rings again. He saw it immediately. The foreign number called him back. There were twenty missed calls from the same number. Just one message from his girlfriend that he immediately opened with a cheerful smile.
(Don't forget to pray, Mas. Don't be late too!).
Virgou smiled reading the message. And immediately reply to it. He did know, Puspita would not reply to his message again. Because surely the girl continued to teach until later.
(Yes, honey. Thank you, yes ..duh so want to cepet halalin you. Let it be kept under consideration).
Message sent. His phone rings again. The same number. Out of curiosity. He also shifted the green circle on the screen upwards.
"Hello ... Baby, do you remember me?"
A weak and very soft voice. Virgou scrunched his forehead. He doesn't know who called him.
"I'm Selena, do you remember?" said the woman in the patient's shirt.
A woman who used to be very proud of her beauty. His body is proportional. Her beautiful eyes had changed drastically.
The body now lives skin wrapping bones. His face looks like a skull. Sayu's eyes. Thin hair. Her face. A quarter of the damage to the woman's face is irreparable. His eyebrows are bald, his skin is reddened from the right cheek slanting near the nose and then pull straight up the crown without overgrown with fur. Even his head was bald in that part.
There are many tools to keep him alive. An oxygen hose is still attached to his nose. Both of his parents just looked at him with pity. Their money could not do much for their daughter's recovery.
Selena has terminal brain cancer. There's nothing to do. The great clash he got gave rise to the virus and caused cancer in his brain.
"Ah, Selena. Howareyou? You never came after I was kicked out. You know yourself too."
Virgou's words made his heart ache. He shed his tears.
"I'm .. I'm sick, baby," Selena said in tears.
"Stop that call. We don't have that intimate relationship, Selena," said Virgou harshly.
"alright. Hope you get well soon. Sorry, don't call me again. Goodbye bye!"
Phone connection disconnected.
"Hello Vir! Virgou!" squeal Selena.
"Virgou I love you .. huuuu .. uuuu .. hiks .. hiks .. hiks!"
"There is no race for me a little. Just for this time ... hiks .. hiks!"
"I'm dying soon, Vir!"
Selena hysterical. The doctors immediately gave treatment. Injecting sedatives. Selena fell asleep with tears. His parents could only cry and regret everything.
If time could be repeated. They will pay more attention to their princesses.
Is somewhere else. Virgou blocked the number immediately. He plans after the wedding to change his cell phone number.
"Sorry Selena. I know I've done you a lot of wrong, though one hundred percent it's not my fault. I'm sorry" the man said with regret.
He was crying on the bed. The man asked the almighty for forgiveness. How many sins he committed before.
"Ampuni servant O Allah .. forgive servant .. hiks .. hyks."
The man stood up, shifting his alphabetical position. He also prayed repentance nasuha. Tears were flowing from the corner of her eyes.
seriated.
regret always comes too late. First it was called registration.
next one?