Forgive Me My Wife
Summarized
Yoga and his minions were immediately arrested and secured by the authorities. Not to forget the cash is also a luxury car brought by Bima immediately secured by the police to be returned to the family.
The injured yoga on his shoulder and right leg was unceasingly roaring in pain in the condition of handcuffed hands. Two thin-looking thugs just bowed uneasily, while the stocky who had been wetting the bed seemed to want to cry.
Nia was also asked by the police to take part in the witness position. They will be taken separately in another car. Adrian who just finished coordinating with the police glanced thinly towards Nia who never entered the car.
Nia continued to bow while speechless a thousand languages. Not talking or crying. His two hands that were affected by the splash of blood that began to dry up, intertwined with each other and seemed to tremble never stop because they were hit by a shock attack on his own actions.
Adrian who saw him felt pity. He took a handkerchief from his pants pocket and then clenched it into Nia's hand. The frail girl snorted in shock and immediately turned her head in alarm.
“Wear my handkerchief to wipe the blood that hits your hand," Adrian said while commenting on a concerned smile.
Nia nodded slowly and looked back down. “Te-thank you, Mr. Adrian.”
Adrian nodded at a glance, then said goodbye to the gas tank following the ambulance that carried Bima along with the police motorcade also left the TKP.
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Ambulances are splitting the streets. The sound of sirens that are always full of gripping horrors makes other road users step aside and give full access so that the four-wheeled white is speeding freely so that it gets there as soon as possible. Within fifteen minutes, the car reached the lobby of the nearest hospital.
“Mistress, please wait outside,” pinta nurse stop step Viona.
Viona with a breath of breath while sobbing stared at the closed door. Two policemen, a man and a woman, boarded the ambulance, trying to calm and persuade Viona to sit in the available seats.
“Mistress, you'd better sit down and rest. You have to pay attention to the content as well,” said the police woman reminded.
Viona. “I want to stay here,”.
Viona was still reluctant, not wanting to get up from the front door of the room where Bima was handled. He continued to look straight at the white door while crying bitterly. He was afraid of bad and fatal things to happen to Bima. Viona felt so guilty, because she asked to loosen the strict escort to make her husband end up like now.
Her beautiful face is wet, moist also slightly bruised with the side of the lips injured. His hair was tangled, sweat was sweet on his forehead, and his clothes and hands were splashed with blood stains that now began to dry, red liquid that came from a wound on Bima's head.
“Mistress, wounds on your face should be treated immediately. Come,” pinta one of the nurses who approached him.
“True Mistress. You also have to remember the condition of the body and fetus. You should also be examined thoroughly, to ensure the condition of You and the baby in the womb. I'm sure, Mr. Bima definitely does not want to see you ignore yourself,” said Adrian who coaxed. He just got to the hospital.
“Later. I'm sure my body is in good shape. Before ensuring the condition of Mas Bima entirely, I will not go a inch from here,” replied Viona fak want to be denied.