Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Hello, Om Putra. What News?
Along the way to the hospital, there was no conversation between Arumi and Rayyan. Both are immersed in their own thoughts.
To be honest, the man who was driving his favorite vehicle was eager to fill the silence in the car with a conversation that could break the silence. However, his intention was to undo when his neutrals accidentally saw the flickering fingers of the wife was twisting the end of the dress owned by the woman nervously. He knows that Arumi may be overwhelmed with anxiety because he will be reunited with Mahesa after ten months of not meeting.
The man reached out one hand to cupped the back of the hand that was still on top of the woman's thigh. Gently rubbed it while saying. "Everything's gonna be okay." (Everything will be fine).
Arumi's body is like being hit by electricity when it comes into contact with Rayyan. The man always manages to elicit a gentle beat in him whenever they make physical contact. Even when fondling each other, he was drunk as if his body was flying into space.
"Later, if you're uncomfortable being in the room for too long, just tell me. Do not force yourself just because it is not pleasing to Pak Putra or Kayla, finally you ignore the warning that comes from your own body. Understood?" Rayyan spoke again. He did not want if this meeting even had an adverse effect on the health condition of Arumi and the three children in the womb of the wife. Therefore, he tried to advise the woman not to force herself if she was unable to be in the same room with Mahesa.
Arumi nodded her head in response. "Understand me, Mom."
Rayyan chuckled softly. This time the man's burly hand turned to the top of Arumi's head, rubbing gently as he said. "Good girl!" she said as if she was praising a five-year-old child.
Arumi flicked her lips, and rolled her eyes lazily. "Ck! Not good girl, but good woman!"
Rayyan who was busy driving the vehicle increasingly smiled widely, because it managed to make Arumi return to fashion as usual. "alright. I am erring my words. Good woman's. Right so?" Arumi replied to the man with a smile.
After that incident, Arumi's attitude began to change a little, it no longer looks nervous than before. Along the way, the two human beings continued to talk until without feeling the car entered the VVIP parking area devoted to hospital officials and important guests.
As a real man, Rayyan treated his wife like a queen. Open the seat belt that is coiled on the body. "You wait here. Let me open the door." Arumi obeyed, waiting for her husband to come down and open the door for her.
Now, the couple is walking side by side. Stepping into a building that is quite luxurious like a five-star hotel. Not infrequently when they walked, all eyes were on Rayyan and Arumi. The hospital visitors were amazed at the two figures of God's creatures that almost approached perfect.
Every time employees working at Persada International Hospital greet Rayyan and Arumi, the handsome oriental-faced man returned a greeting from the medical personnel or employees who worked at the hospital with a flat face without a smile at all.
When the elevator door clinks and opens, Rayyan lets his wife in first. After that, he entered and positioned himself to find a comfortable place to protect his wife from the touch of foreign men around them. He did not let Arumi's body come into contact with another man besides himself.
"Basic possessive," Arumi muttered with a faint smile as Rayyan's body almost hugged her as some people forced their way into the elevator even though the capacity of the square-shaped object made of iron had exceeded the limit.
"Leave it. Rather than them taking a chance in narrowness, I better protect you" Rayyan replied in a relaxed tone.
Slowly, the square object carried Rayyan and Arumi's bodies up to the fifth floor, a special room reserved for ICU patients.
Along the way to the treatment room, Arumi managed to catch her breath as the woman's heart beat irregularly. He clasped Rayyan's hand more tightly to neutralize the nervousness in the heart. Even though he had tried to relax a little more, but still the nervousness was still perching within him.
From a distance of about three meters, Arumi could clearly see two male and female figures sitting restlessly in a long chair made of stainless. The roar in the heart of the beautiful doctor was getting firmer when the neutrals collided with the brown bead belonging to his former best friend.
Instantly Arumi felt his chest tight like being crushed by a large chunk of stone. The air around him was not enough for him to breathe. Every time he saw Kayla, he recalled how wild the former model was when she wrestled with Mahesa on a hotel bed. The sound******** is as simple as a corrupted cassette that keeps being recorded in his sense of hearing.
The change in the countenance of the woman was caught by Rayyan's pair of narrow eyes. As if understanding the woman's heart, Rayyan brought her face closer and whispered. "Just calm. I will always be by your side .. forever."
Like getting a splash of rain in the long dry season, Arumi's face was again radiant. The corner of the woman's lips is pulled upwards.
'Come, Arumi. You must be strong! Show them that you are not a weak woman, ' her mind.
The sound of footsteps was so clear when Rayyan and Arumi got closer to the long chair where Putra and Kayla were sitting.
"Om, that's Arumi and her husband" Kayla whispered in the Son's ear.
The son, who was too busy with his thoughts at the time, did not realize that the former daughter-in-law who had been hurt by him had been about a meter from his position. Hearing Kayla's voice, the man's reflexes turned towards Arumi. It was clear that a happy glow was implied in the man's eyeball when he saw the person he was waiting for from earlier appearing before him.
"Arumy! Finally you came too, Son," said the Son with trembling lips. Glassy eyeballs. The man's feelings felt like they were being stirred. The combination of haru and sadness combined into one form a large ball that is able to hit the deepest recesses.
Back to remembering the events in the past, making the Son's chest feel tight. He felt an invisible hand piercing him with a sharp knife through the deepest bone marrow. It hurts to make the man seem to want to disappear from the face of this earth forever. The middle-aged man was embarrassed to remember how cruel he was, letting his wife and son strategize in order to play with fire behind Arumi.
The footsteps stopped as Arumi stood right in front of the Son. The woman took a deep breath while closing her eyes for a moment. After feeling quite calm, the woman opened her mouth and said. "Hello, Om Putra. How are you?" Smiling as if nothing had ever happened between them.
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