Doctor Rona And Hot Daddy
Likes and Grief

Everyone has their own fear. Fear of meeting, separation or loss. As the two-bodied young lady had experienced, she was very afraid of losing. For loss has made half of his soul seem no longer to have.

"Let's go Ezio out." muttered Rona who was staring at the magnificent building from behind the car window. "Mommy misses you, son. Look, Mommy's here...."

Edward sighed softly, he did not until the heart saw his wife so agonized to withstand the tightness in the chest. "We just go downstairs and meet Ezio inside."

Rona stared at me. "Can we really see our children? Will Roy allow it?"

"Yes, of course you can. This building belongs to Theo, not to my crazy cousin!" Edward removed the seat belt that crossed in front of the chest, then invited Rona to get out of the car. "Yuk! If we don't try, we won't be able to meet Ezio."

Rona nodded and followed her husband out of the car. The swift pace is seen between hesitation with a passionate longing. "Are you sure we'll be allowed in?"

"We'll try Rona first." Edward held the trellis fence while looking for someone to open the tightly closed and locked gate. A man of great height came over and asked furiously.

"Who are you and what interests? Do you have any appointments with Mr Theo or young master Roy?" ask the man.

"I'm his niece o'm Theo, Edward Liam and this is my wife. Let us in!" sahut Edward's.

The man who looked like a body guard seemed to remember something. He was bearded and suddenly kicked through the gate. "Go from here! Before I beat you one by one!"

"What did you say?!" Edward pulled the man's collar and grabbed him by the neck. "Hurry and open this door if you still want to survive!" Edward tightened his grip to make the big tall man not wart. Until the other body guards helped and pointed a firearm towards Edward.

"Let go of my friend and get out of here! Or that woman's stomach, I broke!"

Edward was forced to let go of his entrapment and pushed the man violently. He walked backwards while pulling Rona's arm away. Because the guns are still pointed at the two of them.

"Ezio.. This is Mommy coming, baby! Ezio.." shouted Rona hoping she would meet her son even if it was just one second. "Ezio... Mommy misses!" screeched Rona with a body that moved away as Edward continued to pull his arm. A shot shot shot into the air, Rona was stunned and grew even more desperate.

"I warn you once again to leave Mr. Theo's residence. Because I'm not messing with my words!" threaten the unnamed man while pulling the trigger to scare him.

"Let's go, baby. Next time we can try to come back." Edward took his wife by the hand and took her into the car.

While inside the mansion, a boy came back crying. He stared at his mother's departure from the balcony. He wanted to call the name of the angel who loved him so much. However, the young lady standing at the side forbade him to do that.

"Ezio wants to meet Mommy, Aunty!" whinek Ezio sad.

"Yes dear .. later Ezio will definitely meet with Mommy, but not now. Look at Mommy scared like that. Is Ezio not sorry?" point to Jessy when a bullet is fired upwards. "Aunty promised, Aunty will bring Ezio to Mommy. So be patient sweet boy." Jessy rubbed Ezio's head and grabbed him.

"Now we enter yes. later if Uncle Roy sees us here, Ezio could be locked up again in the room." Jessy invites Ezio to return to her room.

...***...

In a small room, the sunshine blends beautifully with a white wedding dress. A color that is sacred as a symbol of the new life to be lived. Leaving grief and solace in the past. A life that begins with refraction of the whole heart to receive someone. Accepting all the advantages and disadvantages into a perfection because it complements each other and fills each other.

"That's pretty you son." praise Jourdy to his nephew. "If Grace were like you, maybe Uncle would have had a chance to see her wearing this beautiful dress and hanging out on the holy altar."

A girl who will soon take off her father's name and pin his husband's name, turn around and embrace the frail body of the uncle. He allowed the old man to vent what was perched in his heart, through the cries and warm embrace.

"Cry Uncle. Get out everything that makes Uncle feel crowded. Crying doesn't make us weak or pathetic." Claire rubbed the back that was shaking from the sobbing.

"It's your happy day, Uncle shouldn't be sad like this" Jourdy replied with tears in his eyes.

"Don't arrest Uncle .. cry! So that Uncle's heart feels more relieved." Claire taped her embrace. As for Monic, he could only watch the novelty before his eyes, without being able to express it with words.

"Blessed always, son!" Jourdy put his palm over the top of his head giving a prayer. "Never forget your Uncle and Aunt, even if you're much happier."

Claire chuckled, "This little girl of yours will never be able to forget the people who have been meritorious and take care of her since childhood. Uncle and Aunt Monic, I've taken it like my own parents. After the departure of mom and dad, just Uncle and Aunt Monic, all I have."

Jourdy smiled and slipped the child's hair next to the ear lobe. "Let's son we come out.Pity your future husband will be worried because his bride does not also appear."

Jourdy put his hand on his belly, Claire tied her fingers into his arms. His smile adorning a beautiful face the more beautiful it looks also shining.

"You forgot me?" Someone stopped and hugged the bride and groom without being asked. "I'm sorry I'm late for Claire." said a woman who had been waiting for her presence since.

"Ah. you finally showed up too. I guess you don't want to see my happy day, Rona!" Claire scowled because her best friend had just arrived. While he continued to wait in agitation and agitation.

"I'm sorry Claire, I—"

"It's okay, Rona. I get it." Claire pulled Rona's hand and held her ad. "Don't stay away from me huh, I'm really nervous!"

"Ah I see .. Your hands are so cold Claire. But just relax, don't be taken for anxiety. Everything will go with what you expect."

...*****...

...Thank you very much to those who are loyal to this novel. Although it reads boring, once again sorry can not double Up 🙏🙏...

...On the eve of Ramadan, I offer my deepest apologies, if there is a deliberate or unintentional mistake....

...May our worship be accepted by Allah ta'ala 🙏...