"Jennie, I will take good care of your daughter. No, soon she will also be my daughter. I will take very good care of our daughter, I never thought we would become besan. If only you were still alive. I'm sorry for only visiting you now. All this time I thought you had forgotten me and were living happily, I never thought that you were like this, I hope heaven is the best place for you," said Mrs. Seira sobbing.
Mr. Atmadja approached his wife and stroked her shoulder. While Grandma, the old woman sat down next to Claire, trying to strengthen her.
"Be patient, dear."
Claire just nodded, then hugged Grandma back.
The cool afternoon atmosphere suddenly turned cloudy, black clouds filled the evening sky. They didn't stay long, after sending prayers, they decided to go home.
