The Secret to My Fiance's Accident
CHAPTER 97

"I'm the boy's father, Raka!!" I'm Abraham being honest.

Raka frowned confusedly. The short words that Abraham uttered, suddenly became a foreign language that Raka did not understand.

"What do you mean?!" ask Raka in a daze.

"I am the father of the child conceived that June!" clearly Abraham again. It seemed like Raka was too syock, she was even stunned with a blank look at Abraham.

"You?! How... Can you..?!" raka said, "You don't love her you said!!"

Abraham sighed heavily, gathering strength to reveal the truth to his best friend.

Tells the last request of Odelia, the terror that Zeline carried out on Odelia, to her stupidity who immediately met Zeline that night. Until June came to her rescue. Abraham told her without anyone being missed.

Raka who heard it carefully, felt bitter. He was sad because it turned out that Abraham had such a great ordeal. But he who claimed to be Abraham's friend did not even know about it.

His sadness grew when Abraham recounted the whole incident that happened in the apartment that June that night, Raka's heart that heard it was broken into pieces.

Instead of the heartache of the woman he loved and everyone else, Raka felt pain at the thought of June's suffering.

"It must be difficult for him." said Raka. "I didn't know he had such deep wounds! He looked fine at the cafe the other day!"

"He even trembled when he saw me, how could I not feel guilty!" lirih Abraham, "Every time I look at it, I look at my horrible actions!"

Seeing her tortured best friend, Raka also felt her suffering.

Though his heart aches knowing that June will marry his best friend. But his sympathy for the bad luck that befell Abraham and June was much greater.

Destiny is not always beautiful. But neither June nor Abraham's fate was terrible.

As if they were not given time to heal their wounds, other wounds appeared to try to destroy them.

"I'm sure if he's with you, he'll be happy. But I can't leave my responsibility to you!" abraham said later.

Several times, Abraham had thought of it if June would be much happier when together with Raka than he was.

But anyway, he could not give up the child and also the mother who gave birth to her child was cared for by others.

"I understand how you feel!" sahut Raka's. "Lied if I said I wasn't hurt. But this is all fate, me and June may not be matchmakers!"

"May your marriage be waged!" raka said sincerely. "I wish happiness to you both!"

"I'm sorry, Raka!" said Abraham. He's really sorry. He felt guilty towards Raka and also June.

Abraham and June struggled to explain their choices to those closest to them.

Nawang and Cleve finally reached their destination.

After a dozen hours in an airplane, Nawang and Cleve finally arrived in Germany.

Nawang and Cleve had a short rest at a nearby hotel, before finally returning to continue the journey. Heading to the North side of Germany, the vineyard area where Hans and Jacob lived.

During his unceasing journey Nawang was amazed at the beauty he saw. As if in a fairyland, Nawang is spoiled with unique buildings and beautiful scenery.

"Wow.." de lawfully with sparkling eyes.

Drowning in the euphoria of being in a foreign land, Nawang forgot the anxiety that had been bothering him all along. He just feels happy and happy.

Likewise with Cleve, he who saw a smile on his wife's face only felt peerless happiness.

"Likes?!" asked Cleve while gently stroking the cause of his wife's head.

Nawang nodded slowly, "Thank you for bringing me here! I'm happy!"

Hearing his wife's words, Cleve smiled knotfully.

"I will always make you happy, my wife!" cleve whispered, he gently kissed his wife's cheek.

Cleve was unceasingly grateful to God for creating this woman beside him for him. He hoped that the happiness he felt would last forever.

However, Cleve forgot that happiness that lasts forever is only in fairy tales. In the real world, such happiness never existed!!!

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Vineyards line up, lined beautifully on the beautiful slopes of the hills. On the hill an antique mansion stood firmly.

Just by looking at it, Nawang seemed to enter into a fairy tale that he had always heard since childhood.

Passing through the area of his own home, Cleve headed straight to Hans and Jacob's residence.

As if having been waiting for them for a long time, Hans and Jacob immediately greeted them warmly.

"Cleve!!" a handsome, white-skinned man with a towering height rushed into Cleve's arms.

The other handsome man who looked older, with a brownish beard only looked at the two gently, while smiling at his thin lips.

[note; Let's just say they use a foreign language well guys!! You want to make different writing but do not know how 😭😭]

"You're finally here!!!" the man patted Cleve on the shoulder slowly. Haru slammed into his face.

'It looks like they love Cleve very much!' inner Nawang when he saw the reaction of the two people.

Nawang was silent, not understanding what they were saying because they were speaking German. But Nawang knew, the three men were talking about him, because they kept glancing at Nawang.

'Is he shocked because the woman that Mas Cleve invited was me?!' inner Nawang. Hans and Jacob had met Lalita, who was Cleve's wife at the time.

"Hallo! You're Cleve's wife?!" asked the man who had hugged Cleve.

Nawang was shocked, hearing the man speak Indonesian.

"You what's the name!?" ask her again, "I'm Jacob!"

"I'm Nawang, Nawang Anjani!" said Nawang while smiling at her.

"Good to know!" smith again. "That's my brother, Hans!"

Jacob pointed at the smiling man towards them. As Jacob's hand pointed at him, Hans waved while smiling wider.

"I speak a little bit of Indonesian!" jacob said, "Hans no!"

"You're great!"exclaim Nawang later.

Jacob nodded proudly!

Having the same age as Cleve, making Jacob close to Cleve. His high curiosity made Jacob very interested in the culture and language that Cleve and his grandfather often used. So Jacob learned a little Indonesian.

"He's a little bit of a jailer!" exclaim Cleve then.

"Jail what is it?!" jacob was confused. This was the first time he heard that word?!

"What Jail is Jail?!"

Jacob refers to Jail in English.

Nawang immediately shook his head, "No! No!!"

Nawang wanted to explain. Cleve whispered to Jacob. Jacob then smiled and nodded.

Then Jacob proudly said, "I'm a Jail!"

Nawang frowned confusedly, looking at her husband question markingly. It seems Cleve did not reveal honestly the meaning of the word Jail.

While they were chatting warmly, a pitch-black-haired little boy rushed over and hugged Jacob.