True Love
Visited

Cold air broke into the room, wiping the spoiled skin that was asleep, to wriggle looking for a blanket.

*J*am how much is this.

Time shows almost in the morning, Rianti opened the window curtain, seen cloudy clouds that had dripped a speckle rain.

*G*eremist.

Rianti pulled the blanket back which blushed, rubbing her husband's head warm. Ah melow it feels to remember the incident last night, when Satria knew the truth.

Satria wriggled, placing her hand on the back of Rianti's hand. Their eyes met, their hands clenched together, kissing them repeatedly.

"Honey, I'm cured" Satria whispered.

"Yes dear" Rianti had read the situation, why Satria was trying to recover and why he let the guerrilla touch. All this time he also missed it all, then they were immersed back in the drift of passion.

After passing through the smoldering activity, the clouds change color. The sun broke through the glass window, indicating that nature had changed.

Rianti came carrying a tray containing pieces of fruit and vegetable sandwiches. A healthy breakfast for energy today, the day they will make the pilgrimage to Ren's grave.

"Rianti, do you know why Ren did this?" Rianti is silent, choosing the correct vocabulary to pronounce. Last night the great lord only told who the donor was but not with reason. Satria was surprised, regulating her breath and consciousness, her body drooping limp.

"After the accident, he felt the time would not be long. And thinking of helping you, of giving you what you need as a friend, he doesn't want you to be tormented anymore." Rianti lied a little by not telling Ren's love statement.

"I'm so grateful to him for what he gave me. But I was also devastated by his departure. If time could be repeated, I'd change my attitude toward her."

"No need to regret, and wait for the time to repeat itself. From now on you can change your attitude more kindly to everyone." Leaning the head on the chest of the field of satria. Satria kissed Rianti's forehead.

Friendship is a tree. Be a friend who always gives without remembering and always receives without forgetting.

"I didn't know what Ren was doing. Whereas during the time we met he always bothered me with obscure rants. Even to the point of making me angry." Analyzing his relationship with Ren all this time.

Friendship does not have to understand each other, true friends always accept even with incomprehensible things.

*I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest with you.

"I wish there was nothing to hide anymore." Satria Imbuh.

Duuara.

The guilt is getting worse. Rianti shrieked inwardly, but for now he did not yet have the courage.

Rianti chokes.

"His food, he drank" he offered a glass of drinking water that had been covered with traces of his lips.

"Why? you don't want to drink my old drink?" Satria beujar when he saw the reaction of Rianti who did not immediately drink but stared at the edge of the glass that was surrounded by traces of his lips.

Getting questions that contain meaning, Rianti immediately drank it.

"Good" Satria smiled triumphantly.

The activity was over, now it was time for them to go to Ren's tomb, it flashed in Rianti's mind is not as bad as imagined. Because from last night, Rianti thought about how her husband's condition would be tomorrow if this night had collapsed.

Even nature disagrees with Rianti's thinking, the hail re-heats their beds.

Wheelchairs are no longer used, the figure of a handsome man in a black suit stands firmly on the mirror. Fixing the hairdo to keep it looking at its maximum in front of Rianti.

Rianti approached, checking for flaws in the display. Seeing with jelly and accidentally touching the incision wound post-surgery.

"Aww, you touched it." Smiling naughty.

"Sorry baby, I didn't accidentally. hurt huh?" *K*ok reaction like I touched someone else. uh wait, this is Satria right. it's weird to be more relaxed hehe.

"Why smile?" Satria pulled Rianti's waist, wrapped her hands together until their bodies drew closer. Not closer anymore more precisely stick. "You want some more?".

"Stop baby, we're waiting downstairs."

"Let's just, I don't care" Satria continued. The neat appearance was forced to scatter again.

*D*he is Satria.

The guards stood faithfully in the main courtyard, welcoming the young master and miss.

All preparations and checks for safety conditions are in order.

"Return another 30 minutes" secretary Rion exclaimed. They also remain in their position of establishment, faithfully waiting.

The master and mistress chuckled, like knowing what was going on there. Look at each other, then laugh. It is so, if one frequency, without talking anything look at each other and then laugh.

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At funerals.

"Darling, look at Satria and Rianti in Ren's grave"

"Well yeah, let's get down, let's get there" Marcel exclaimed as he quickly opened the car door.

Marcel and Shesil were going to visit Ren's grave. Covetous grandchildren arrive, they meet Satria and Rianti. They will ask questions of those who have not gotten a bright spot.

"Slows love the way" Marcel was so attentive, because shesil was pregnant.

"Dear baby, pity our baby" our baby? oh my good I still do not expect soon to have a baby with brother Marcel, upssss my husband.

Shesil was very fond of Marcel. Classroom is cool and friendly to every woman. No matter the playboy stamp attached to Marcel. That's why shesil still did not expect her to marry Marcel who is famous playboy has anchored his heart to him, even soon his baby will be born.

Still like a dream.

Once there, Satria was very solemn. Promote his do'a and gratitude in his heart. With sincerity as a friend, Satria can feel something precious given by Ren, and also the power of God that gives Satria a chance to live.

"You're here too" Rianti turned back to see Shesil and Marcel.

"Hi ri, yes it turns out we can be together with gini. Though we can't promise ya hehe" Shesil melts the atmosphere.

"Sat, thank goodness you're healthy again"

Marcel greets Satria. He pondered for a long time not answering, looking at Marcel with a deep look.

"Yes, I'm so happy to have a friend like you." Satria stretched out her arms, Marcel swiftly welcomed a warm embrace from Satria.

The taste of haru nudged anyone who saw it. The reunion of two best friends after Satria awakens from a coma.

"Sat, it feels so good to see you're healthy again" Marcel shed tears.

"Yes, thank you for all of you. I'm also happy to be back to health like this"

"Sat, you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm so moved, our call so sweet me you. We weren't like this before."

"What did we call before?"

"Hemm apparently you forgot yes" Marcel teased. "Don't confuse me Marcel. Say it!" the audience was already panicking because Satria had started to get emotional.

"hahahaha.I was also confused how.just feel different today." The innocent mistress.

"We'll excuse you first. Come on baby we're in the car" Rianti took her husband to make the situation conducive. But Satria's steps stopped when she saw Shesil.

"You pregnant? Marcel's got you pregnant?"

Rianti whispered "Honey they're married".

"Hey, Sat seems like other than you don't remember our calling, you don't remember my marriage either?"

Satria was like digging up his memory, a glimmer of a light bulb appeared. He remembered something, yes he remembered it.

*They were married after me, but already pregnant. I want my Rianti to be pregnant also*. Inner Satria.

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Seriate......