Forced Marriage to Cruel CEO
The Spirit of Fighting 2

That afternoon Diandra and Erlan were enjoying the sunset together on the balcony. Erlan deliberately went home early so that he could accompany his wife to sit down to chat together. Every day he never knew what his wife was doing because no one wanted to report whether Diandra was in pain or not in her stomach.

Diandra's promise he did not keep to always say how much pain he felt even fainted. Diandra was very good at hiding all of that from the surrounding people. Even to Grandma and Mama.

"Mas, can I ask you something?" pinta Diandra with his weak voice while rubbing the already big enough stomach.

"Whatever it is, honey. What do you want? Say it!" Erlan got down from her seat to crouch down in front of Diandra who was sitting staring at the sunset. Diandra turned her eyes to look at Erlan with her tired face. What Diandra had in mind was of course the guilt of always being troublesome and making Erlan exhausted.

"I want our wedding pictures on display in the room, Mas! The size is big, right? I also want a small size for me to put on the table for any time I can hug," Diandra said with a heavy smile.

Erlan had never thought of displaying a picture of her marriage to Diandra. I don't know why such a small thing had never been thought of at all. Maybe because it is not a dream marriage and a moment that deserves to be immortalized at that time. It is different now because of the greater love.

"Sorry!" erlan said softly and then put his head on Diandra's thigh. Slowly Diandra rubbed Erlan's hair that began to mow. My husband doesn't care about his appearance.

"The marriage is not our will, but I want to remember it and see my husband's handsome face at all times. Take some of the photos we took in Paris! That was the sweetest moment I've ever had from you. Even after that we had a fight, but I really liked all the surprises from you. I love everything you do" Diandra said, really making Erlan want to cry.

"Is there any more?" erlan asked in the same position.

"Shave huh? Your hair is long. You are like a husband who is not taken care of by his wife. But ... But if you haven't taken care of it for a few months, I'm sorry, Mas!" Again what Diandra said made his chest more tight and wanted to cry until sobbing.

Erlan held back all that for Diandra's feelings. He did not want to look weak because he knew the source of Diandra's strength was also on him. "I'll print all of our photos both at the wedding and in Paris. I'll also shave my hair with the same model when we first meet. But it might be a while. You wait huh? I'll call Jio first."

"I want you to take care of everything, Mom. Now go!" Erlan nodded and left after landing a short kiss on Diandra's sweaty forehead. It felt strange indeed because Diandra was doing nothing, but sweating.

Without asking questions and not wanting to make his wife wait any longer, Erlan immediately left to fulfill Diandra's request.

Erlan's departure provides an opportunity for Diandra to whimper and increasingly unable to withstand what she has been holding up since. The pain in his stomach was really very painful. Hence Diandra until cold sweat endured the pain. "Ack! The pain is really getting sicker. Ack! I'm sorry, Mum! I'm sorry for the illness," murmured Diandra eagerly pressed her stomach to ease the pain. It turned out that again Diandra had to faint on the balcony without anyone knowing.

...***...

Erlan was crying on the side of the patient's bed. The patient is his own wife. Diandra was rushed to the hospital for fainting with sweat that almost soaked all the clothes. Fortunately, at that time there was a housekeeper who wanted to deliver fruit to the room Diandra.

Sayup-sayup Diandra heard Erlan's crying. The smell of carbolic acid piercing his nose also woke Diandra from a long enough sleep because the time showed ten o'clock at night.

His eyes glanced at the right hand that had been infused and his left hand was being grasped by Erlan who was bowed with a sob. Diandra tried to move the left hand to wipe the head of Erlan who had cut her hair just the first time they met. Erlan instantly raised her head and grabbed Diandra's hand back for her to kiss.

"My husband is very handsome. I'm more in love with Mr. Erlangga Saputra," said Diandra smoothly although slowly.

"Why? Why are you holding him alone? I told you and you promised me that even if it hurts a little or a lot, it still hurts. But you hold it until you sweat. Why are you in such a hurry to ask me to leave? Why!" Erlan almost vented her anger at Diandra. Although Erlan's tone was quite high, but Diandra was not offended at all. He smiled even though he was heavy.

"Son, please tell me someone's sick! Don't hold it yourself. You're not alone, we're by your side." Grandma also approached Diandra and stroked Diandra's hair which began to melt.

"Sorry!" diandra said still with a heavy tone.

"Don't do this again, hm?" Erlan again kissed Diandra's hand and got a nod.

"Darling, there's Grandma, why don't you say anything when you're sick? You have fainted for months and many times without anyone knowing you are enduring the pain. How long will you hold back alone?" Mami Hasna stood by Erlan's side with a sad look on her face.

Diandra doesn't know what to respond to. Despite getting full support from his family, Diandra still can not speak frankly. Especially when he knew what would happen after what he had fought for.

Diandra secretly looking for information about endometriosis accompanied by myoma. The biggest possibility that Diandra will experience is the removal of the uterus which means she will not be able to get pregnant again.

Therefore, Diandra does not complain much and continues to survive for the sake of children who are said to grow healthy and develop according to age. The news made Diandra excited for the happiness of his marriage with Erlan. Moreover, the hope of the Grandmother who had given everything to Diandra. Diandra wants everyone to be happy to hear the cry of the baby.

"Sorry!" only that word returned.

...***...

The more days Diandra's condition is increasingly worrisome because it can hardly enter food. After each meal, Diandra vomited back what had entered his stomach. "Darling, to yuk's hospital?" invite Erlan who does not have the heart to see the wife with a pale face.

"New home, Mas. Want to go there again? His stomach doesn't hurt, it's just nausea. You go to work just not pa-pa," replied Diandra trying to step out of the bathroom. His body was completely limp from before. But of course he did not want to show that to Erlan.

"Dear, but this is a lot of vomit. I'm .. I can't wait to see you like this, honey." Erlan directly carried Diandra's body and laid her body on the bed.

Erlan really felt slashed to see the condition of Diandra which is not much different from previous pregnancies. Although the child in the womb is very healthy and develops according to age, but Diandra's struggle for her child makes Erlan even more sad.

"I buy chicken porridge without chives with a lot of fried onion sprinkles and crackers of red color all plus quail egg satay huh? You have to eat, honey." Erlan rubbed gently on the tip of Diandra's head. Even his eyes look teary because of the condition of the wife.

Diandra simply nodded slowly with a faint smile. Erlan kissed his forehead and went to buy chicken porridge that was once his favorite. "Sir, please make some warm tea for Diandra huh? He vomited constantly" Erlan said, then went to look for chicken porridge after getting a nod from Grandma.

Every morning Grandma Harni always gives warm tea with a soothing ginger aroma like the first Diandra pregnancy. "Son, drink this let's get a little good, huh?" Grandma Harni helps Diandra to sit down and drink her warm tea.

"Thank you, Grandma! Sorry to keep taking it every day." Instead of answering, Grandma Harni immediately hugged Diandra and cried. Lately seeing the deteriorating state of Diandra made the Grandmother rarely enter the room because she could not bear to see the situation. Only in the morning or at night to deliver Diandra warm tea only. It is also sometimes the housekeeper who delivers. "Mom, why?" diandra asked as she rubbed Grandma's back.

"Grandma's sorry that Grandma's request tortures you, son. Grandma became a selfish person who demanded offspring from you. Granny ... Grandma mera-"

"Mom, this is destiny. My pregnancy was not Grandma's fault or her claim. A woman is pregnant, right? So why did Grandma abuse herself? I don't blame anyone. I'm the one who bothers you all, I'm the one who should apologize for being a sick daughter-in-law."

""No, Son! You don't say that! You're fighting for the heir to this family, so there's nothing to forgive either. You have to be strong, son. Grandma is sure you can get through all this. Hopefully after this there will be no more pain that you feel." Diandra nodded in Grandma Harni's arms. Although he wanted to cry, but Diandra did not want to make the Grandmother more sad over her condition.

Maybe what he had been thinking about would really happen like what the Grandma had just said that after this there would be no more pain because it was very likely that her womb could really lifted along with all the diseases that stick. Diandra was quite afraid that day would come.

Erlan who saw the situation almost dropped the chicken porridge she bought. Erlan's arrival was realized by the Grandmother and then released her embrace. Erlan sat on the side of the bed and wiped the tears that were still wetting her Grandma's cheeks.

"We may cry, but only occasionally. After that, there must be a new power. Not even getting weaker. Erlan believes Diandra's a strong woman, Grandma."

"Yes, Grandma. Diandra was sure everything would be fine. Not a pa-pa. It hurts too soon."

Grandma Harni nodded her head in understanding and walked out of Erlan's room unwilling to disturb Diandra's rest.

"Well ... This time it's not wrong, Mom!" praise Diandra after the mica where the chicken porridge Erlan bought opened.

"No dong. You should be able to eat a little. Later encouraged to drink warm water so that it will enter the stomach. After that take the medicine." Diandra nodded and Erlan also gave a bribe after a bribe for Diandra.

Little by little the food came in with the help of warm water. Although not exhausted, but certainly very good there is food that goes into his stomach.

"Thank you, Mum!"

"Together, my dear."

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