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Losing is a very painful thing for me. I hate having to hear the word "cancer". The cancer had taken my fiancé's life "Aditya Pratama". Lung cancer continues to gnaw her body, until she can not breathe anymore. My heart was crushed when I heard that my fiance was dead no longer.
I just know the disease, when the cancer is stage 3. I can not keep it, when sick too he always looked after me. But I never understood him. I often get angry when when satnight he can not walk with me, I often say that he may already have another girl, but in fact he can not walk because he can not breathe cold night air out there.
When I was a birthday, he still had a chance to surprise me. He proposes me on the 17th of July, my birthday. After we got engaged officially by involving the family, for 2 weeks after a month engaged he did not even inform me, I was trying to find it everywhere. Then I got a message from his phone that he's going to get married next week. I cried incessantly at that moment. I told my family what happened, but they did not say anything, they just hugged me and cried, especially my mother she kept crying.

After he sent a message that he was getting married. I called him right away.
"Iyaaa" he said
"Why do you hurt me dit, why do you promise everything to me then arbitrarily you break the promises. And go with another woman. I really hate you, hate you very much. At least respect my family, you can come to my house to tell my family. But what are you doing huh? You just told me in a short message. "
"Sorry" he said. Then the telephone was disconnected.
I know, I know everything. I heard a conversation between my mom and dad.
"How to explain to him?" Said my mother
"You can do it, if he knows from others it will hurt him." Said my father
"Oh then I'll tell you everything. That nak adit will not marry, precisely now he is doing chemo therapy because of lung cancer he suffered. "
I hurried to them
"Mother, father" I hugged both and cried.
How stupid I am, can not keep my fiancee alone. Not knowing if he is in pain, not understanding his suffering. I'm selfish just thinking about myself. The second man loves me sincerely after my father.
The tomb is still wet, red soil. Overflowing so many flowers, the headstone is still clean. Adit, now he's just a picture in my room. But it remains in my heart.........