Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Miscarrying

Chequek!

The door of the examination room of a small puskesmas opened and a female doctor lungaya came out followed by a nurse behind her. "With the family of Miss Mayang?"

"I, Doc."

The doctor was watching me closely, probably because my clothes were soaked and bloodstains were coloring my white T-shirt. "You're her husband?" he asks.

For a moment I was silent, not because I did not want to admit let alone refuse, but because of the fact --the fact that I was not -- precisely had not become a Holy husband. But in the end I nodded and agreed. "I'm her husband. How's my wife doing?"

"Let's come with me, sir. I have something to explain."

I nodded again, then turned to Jody who was standing stiff three meters away from me. "You wait here and take good care of the Saints."

"Yes, Boss."

I walked away to follow the doctor to his room. My mind says it's bad news, but my heart keeps hoping for the best. To be exact, I was trying to fool myself.

"Please sit down."

I nodded, then sat in the chair in front of the doctor who seemed to be holding a time bomb with slow-moving seconds - ready to smash me into tiny lifeless fragments.

"Sorry, Sir. I have to convey-"

"What's up, Doc?" I'm just impatient.

"Sorry, Miss Mayang had a miscarriage."

The deg!

"Sorry, Sir. It seems like this makes your wife very depressed. Mayang's mother did not respond to anything as medics confirmed several questions about her medical history. He just kept crying and refused to be helped. For this, the role of the family is very important. In the meantime, we've been injecting tranquilizers and prescribing some drugs that have to be redeemed at the pharmacy" he said, then shoving a piece of paper with prescription drugs on the table at me. "We hope the family can work together to maintain patient calm."

I received that piece of recipe paper with a broken feeling. But I managed to listen to every word the doctor told me well. "Good, Doc. Excuse me."

I got up with shaky footsteps. This reality is like karma whipping me. Saints haven't been harassed yet, but my son was already a victim before I could even listen to his heartbeat.

Are you punishing me, Lord? Why not go straight to me? Why go through the Holy? Why take my son?

Yeah, that time my mind was turbulent. I'm upset. But in the end I realized, who am I? Only ordinary people have so much sin. I deserve to be punished, but not holy. I love him - not to make him a victim who takes the punishment for my past mistakes.

"Boss," called Simon as I returned to the room where the Saints were dealt. He immediately stood up from his seat in a huff.

I raised my head, looking at him with a blurred look. Kuhela took a deep breath while wiping away the tears. "Busy this recipe at the pharmacy."

He accepted it, but did not move. "There's something I need to report."

I looked back at him. His face was as stiff as a stone, but it could not hide the worry on his face. "What's wrong?" my many.

"The body is buried. All traces have been cleared. But Diego and Leo didn't catch up to the other one."

My anger's mounting. "Stupid!" hisisku with gritted teeth. I'm upset.

"There was a car that took him away. And it looks like they deliberately targeted Miss."

What, popped without a sound. I'm dumbfounded.