Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Karma for Naila

A few minutes before Rayyan came to the security post.

"What's up, Son?" kayla asked after the middle-aged man whose status was still the father-in-law for the model entered the VIP room inpatient room.

The son sighed deeply while putting his cell phone into his pants pocket. "Om gonna have to go to the security post for a second. Ordinary, your mother-in-law is causing trouble again" she whispered into Kayla's ear. The biological father of Mahesa did not want his favorite child who had just come from a coma was surprised to hear his beloved mother was evacuated because she made a noise in the hospital.

Kayla doesn't have to say what. The woman just shook her head. "If Om doesn't mind, may I accompany Mas Mahesa while Om is gone? I ... miss our togetherness," he said almost inaudible.

Seeing Kayla blushed in embarrassment while saying the word 'indu', making two curved lines painted on the handsome face of the first child of the Adiguna family. At a time like this, the former model was still faithfully accompanying Mahesa even though the possibility of her to be able to seize the position of Arumi in Mahesa's heart was minimal, the woman continued to try until the last drop of blood.

"Om don't mind. After all, your status is still the legal wife of my son. Although my own wife does not consider you as her daughter-in-law, but between you and Mahesa is still tied to marriage even if it is only a serial marriage."

The son spoke again while gently patting Kayla's shoulders. "Please take care of Mahesa. I'm gonna go for a minute."

Kayla nodded her head in response. "Good, Om."

Along the way down the hospital aisle, Putra keeps wondering why Naila could hate Arumi so much. In fact, the young lady was so kind and always treated the two of them like her own biological parents. However, for some reason in Naila's eyes, Arumi was always judged wrong despite being a good wife and daughter-in-law.

Just as the elevator doors opened, Putra stepped out with several other passengers. The man accelerated his pace when he saw a building not big enough to be near the waterfall fish pond.

Only about two meters away, the Netra Putra caught two security people standing firmly in front of the door. Then, he stared at the white door leaf tightly closed. Because the window glass used is riben glass, so the Son can not know what is going on in there.

"That's weird. Why are those two security guys outside while my wife's in a closed room?" putra Gumam.

In order for him not to get any more curious, the man approached the two security. "Excuse me, Sir. I'm the husband of Miss Naila. Ehm .. is my wife inside?" tanyakanya.

"There, Sir. Wife Father is-"

Not yet after the man in navy blue uniform said, there was a sound of growling like an evil person followed by the sound of someone coughing making the three adult men reflex to look back.

"Doctor Rayyan!" One of the two security guards immediately ran over and grabbed the doorknob, then opened it with a single push.

After the door was opened, it would surprise them when they saw Rayyan's two hands clutching the base of Naila's throat very tightly. The face flushed until it showed the neck veins protruding outward. Chest moving flower deflated with terrible eye highlight.

"Geez!" exclaim Putra while scattering towards Rayyan. "Stop, Doctor. Don't do anything silly!" The son tried to release Rayyan's hand from the base of Naila's neck, but the doctor seemed deaf, not hearing the man's words.

"Doctor Rayyan, stop it! You can go to jail on murder charges*n against my wife."

"I don't care! This woman does deserve mat* for continuing to hurt my wife!" rayyan shouted as she continued to press the base of Naila's throat. Naila's face was already flushed red, with a breath of stinginess like a fish running out of water.

"Don't dirty this holy hand with the blood of this despicable wife of mine, Doctor. Your hand is too precious just to take away my wife's life" persuaded the Son. The man's lips trembled violently, the rumble in the chest grew firmer when he saw the face of the woman who was loved by him getting flushed. "At least, please think about the fate of your three future children. Do you want them to be born into this world without the company of their beloved father?"

Rayyan immediately realized when she heard Putra mention her three loves with Arumi. Three babies who will be entertainers in times of grief, lamps in times of complete darkness and a source of happiness for every parent in any hemisphere.

This opportunity is used by Naila to breathe as much oxygen. If only the Son and the two security were late, perhaps the angel of death had already picked up. The woman's life has been floated out of nowhere.

The son waved at the two security guards, instructing them to come closer. "Bring Doctor Rayyan on a chair!"

After making sure Rayyan sat quietly in a chair, the Son approached Naila who was still sitting limp on the floor. Both hands of the woman are rubbing the chest, trying to restore the heartbeat that had been irregular.

The son crouched down, while extending his hand forward. Help Naila get up slowly. "Are you okay, Ma?" tanya was filled with anxious eyes. Although he was very angry at Naila's attitude, but the woman was still his wife who had accompanied him for almost thirty years. A woman who has changed her status from a husband to a father of her only child.

Naila stared cynically at the Son. "It's okay how! Mama almost died at the hands of the actor's stepdaughter, Lena! Papa's still asking I'm fine!" its spray. "Again, Papa is slow! Mama's been calling since, but why come now!"

The son was stunned for a moment when he heard the words spoken from Naila's lips. In her dying state, the woman still dared to scold her in public. He had just saved his wife from an angel who had almost taken her life. Really, that guy doesn't think the way Naila thinks.

"Give him a lesson, Pa, for how he dared to treat me that way. Hit him to the brink. If necessary, remove her so that the Mandul becomes a widow and no man will marry her" Naila said. The woman again put on a haughty attitude in front of everyone. Feeling above the clouds after the Son came to save it.

"The old woman does not know herself! How dare you insult my wife!" rayyan shouted until a loud voice filled the entire corner of the room. The man had risen from the chair, but swiftly the two security hugged Rayyan's body so as not to return to attack Naila.

"Let go! Let me strangle that woman again!" However, two well-built men did not let Rayyan approach Naila.

Be happy in front of Rayyan. Naila smiled mockingly towards the young man before her. "In fact, that's how it is. Your wife is barren. Once barren it stays barren."

"Get me talking, Ma! Don't insult people!" putra Sembur. Feeling emotionally involved seeing the haughty attitude of the wife.

Naila frowned, staring questioningly. "Dignifying how, Pa. That's the truth. Arumi is barren. The proof is, she hasn't been pregnant until now."

"Ma! Have you been blind to not see the changes that occur in Arumi's body, especially the part of his stomach that is more prominent forward?"

Leisurely without feeling guilty, the middle-aged woman replied. "Look. It's more bloated but that doesn't mean she's pregnant. Yes, it could have been just her wits to ensnare her husband who is ensnared in order not to leave her. If she becomes a widow, then her image is in the eyes of all the bad people."

"So don't be naive, Pa. In this modern era many ways can be used so that a woman looks like a pregnant woman. I'm sure that Mandul did a sneaky trick like that."

Plaque!

A hard slap landed on Naila's smooth face. So much so that it causes a scar of five reddish fingers.

"Pa, why did you slap me!" pekik Naila while holding her face that feels sore.

"That punishment deserves you, Ma. You should take better care of your mouth so as not to continuously hurt the feelings of others. You realize no, that the woman you insulted is our ex-daughter-in-law. He was also the one who helped our son to the point that Mahesa woke up from a coma."

"You should still say thank you to Arumi, instead of continuing to insult and ridicule her in front of her husband." The patience of the Son. This time he could not control the emotions within him.

Instead of realizing her mistake, Naila was provoked by emotions. The woman snorted in annoyance. "Curtain! Why thank the woman. After all, Mama didn't ask him to come see Mahesa. It's better that Mahesa dies than that our son meets Arumi again."

"Mama!" snapped Putra while breaking the table. The man's jaw protrudes outward accompanied by a chest that is increasingly flat. "You may curse your own son! What kind of mother do you have the heart to pray for bad things to happen to your child! Mahesa your son, your own flesh and blood!"

"Yes, Mama knows. Mama gave birth to Mahesa. However, Mama does not want our favorite child to meet again with the Mandul Arumi." Naila seemed so frustrated that today's problems continue to swirl around the same language.

"I told you, Arumi is not barren!" rayyan. He followed the conversation of the couple.

Naila ruffled her waist, then stared cynically at Rayyan. "Heh, stepson of the actor. Your wife is barren. Know no. Once barren, forever barren."

"Arumi is barren! My ex-daughter-in-law is barren!" Naila laughed out loud as she walked up to Rayyan, her second security and then her husband's last. "You all heard, Arumi is barren. Nonarable. Stool."

The next second, tears began to flow down the cheeks. The middle-aged woman was crying sobbing. "Pa, our daughter-in-law Arumi isn't barren, is she? D-he .. ehm .. currently pregnant, Pa. Mama saw her stomach grow. Soon have a grandchild."

Naila ran to the chair she was sitting in, grabbed a Kremes bag and cradled it like a baby.

"Ululu .. Oma's handsome grandson, don't cry. There's Oma and Opa here. Bobok yes, dear." Naila's fingers patted the bag very gently.

A look of confusion was on everyone's faces. The four of them stared cengo at Naila.

"Looks like this mom is crazy!" chirp one of the security standing to Rayyan's right.

His co-worker nudged the man's elbow. "Hush! Don't carelessly talk. It's not good to hear that father." He pointed at the Son with eye movements. Then, the mood returned to silence. There was only the sound of a lullaby sung by Naila.

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