Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Aged With You

"W-how could Aunt Lena be the cause of Mama Mei Ling's death? Didn't Mama Mei Ling die from an accident?" connect Arumi. He still does not understand why Rayyan said if the middle-aged woman is good-hearted and always defended her to be the cause of the death of the mother of her beloved husband. All he knew, Mei Ling died from an accident.

Rayyan holds Ghani in her satiated arms*s*, and re-splits the tiny baby's body into the baby box. Then, he sat down next to Arumi.

"It's true, my mother died in an accident. However, the accident happened due to the actions of Papa and his second wife." The man gripped the end of the sofa to unravel the pain in the chest. Every time he remembered the accident that had befallen Mei Ling, his chest suddenly felt tight because he had to dig up again an old wound that had not dried up until now. Trying to forget, but the shadow of my beloved mother being hit by a car and breathing her last breath in front of her eyes made her think back to the suffering of her first love.

"That night, Mama took me to the hospital to bring Papa's favorite fried rice as dinner. Mama knows, Papa will be fussy if you do not eat home-made alias homemade food. Therefore, Mama deliberately delivered food to Papa."

"All the way, Mama keeps on smiling. Sometimes rubbing my hair even though it was driving a car. My mother is an independent type of woman, always doing anything on her own without bothering others. So, when delivering food, Mama just drove her own vehicle that was given specifically by Grandpa and Grandma as a wedding gift."

Rayyan let out a rough sigh before continuing her story. "When we arrived at the hospital, Mama immediately invited me to see Papa. A smile of manjs still continues to be painted on Mama's face. A smile I've never seen before."

"We continued walking together until we arrived in front of Papa's room. Because hearing the voice of someone in the room plus the door of the room was not tightly closed, Mama decided to push the door open wide. However, when the door opened, we were presented with a view that was quite disgusting." Suddenly Rayyan's body goosebumps, kudu feathers bristled instantly.

The man felt his entire body begin to feel itchy due to remembering events in the past. The bitter memories that made him lose Mei Ling and begin to experience a strange disease that is rarely experienced by many people.

Arumi squinted, beginning to be interested in hearing the past of her beloved husband. During this time, Rayyan never told in detail about her past so that the mother of three twins was made to wonder whether the background of her husband until the man was allergic to women. What is the mystery that makes the man so hate Firdaus and Lena, even though the middle-aged woman is a kind woman? All of that is still a mystery and only he will get the answer in a moment.

"Give me how, Mas! What did you and your mom see at the time?" ask Arumi curiously.

Rayyan was silent for a moment. He seemed to be taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Do so many times until the man is ready to reveal all the secrets he kept in a meeting for dozens of years.

"At that time, Mama and I saw that Papa was in a very intimate position. Had we not come, they might have done the relationship that a married couple should have done." Rayyan bowed while tightening the grip on the end of the sofa. The feelings of the father of three children were torn to shreds as the pieces of the incident re-spinned in his mind.

In his teenage years must see how depraved the behavior of the father, the figure of a man who should be a role model but he gave a bad example to his biological children. In front of the eyes, the husband of Arumi Salsabila saw his papa upper body was bored with the position of overlapping the body of another woman. How ironic!

Lemas was already the body of the beautiful doctor when he heard the bitter story of the husband's past. Not expecting if all this time the man lived in a shadow of the past that was so scary. Rayyan hated Firdaus and Lena so much that they would not touch the twins. So thought Arumi.

"You know, Babe, how did my Mama express when she saw the two immoral humans in a half-dressed state?" asked Rayyan lirih. The man's brown iris began to glaze over. "I saw clearly how disappointed Mama was when she saw my Papa leisurely on top of the body of another woman who was not her partner. Without any sense of awkwardness, the man was close to the Actor."

"Mama's heart crumpled dimly. He could not stay in the same room with them for too long. Finally Mama left and the accident happened." Rayyan paused for a moment. He looked up his head, trying to prevent tears from falling down his cheeks. "Mama was taken to the hospital. But his life could not be saved."

"My heart felt like it was slashed by a sharp knife. The earth I was on seemed to no longer rotate when the doctor told me that Mama had died. It was like half of my soul was gone along with his spirit that had been taken back by the Creator."

A tear cannot be blocked anymore. Rayyan tried hard to hold him back, but the man's efforts failed. The man's body trembled, followed by crystal grains falling soaked the sofa. In front of Arumi, he again displays the figure of a weak man like a child who lost his favorite toy. Perih, sick, destroyed and injured, that was how he felt when he lost Mei Ling.

Without many words, Arumi's fingers hugged the frail body of the husband. The burly body that is used as a backrest now looks fragile like decades-old wood, when touched then split apart.

"Am I wrong to hate both of them, Rumi? Is it inappropriate to hate the person who has been the cause of my mother's departure? Tell me, am I wrong?" rayyan said with the sound of her sobs. The man wept in the arms of his beloved wife, pouring out his self-soaked heart without anyone else knowing how hurt the handsome doctor felt.

During this time, Rayyan harbored the pain of the betrayal of the father. He was injured when he saw his beloved mother crying alone without anyone accompanying him. Years of expecting love and affection from the husband, but until his death Mei Ling never got it all from Paradise.

Arumi's clumsy fingers move behind Rayyan's back. Gently rubbed her husband's sturdy body lovingly. Now he knows why he hates Lena so much. She did not blame her husband if he never recognized Lena as his stepmother.

"I can imagine how broken Mama Mei Ling's heart was when she saw Papa Firdaus making out with another woman. I've seen it all with my own eyes. My feelings are broken into pieces. Feeling as if I was thrown into the bottom of a deep abyss."

"If I had known all this before, I wouldn't have forced you to invite Aunt Lena and Papa Firdaus to the wedding reception. Really, Ray. However, as a result of my selfishness, you must hold back during the event. I'm sorry, Honey." Arumi felt guilty, sounding a great regret from every sentence spoken.

Rayyan untied the embrace, and put a little distance between them. "That's why I wouldn't consider that woman my stepmother. Although my late mother asked me to consider her my mother, I would not accept her presence in my family. In this world my mother is only one, Mama Mei Ling. He's just a p-"

Rayyan immediately bit her lip before the inappropriate sentence was uttered. He did not want his three children to hear words containing swear, insults that would be recorded by their memory. That is why, the handsome man no longer calls Lena with the name 'jalaang' because of worry that the triplet imitates her since she was still in the womb.

Arumi smiled faintly at the adorable behavior of her husband. The man continued to commit to not saying forbidden sentences while being near the fruit of their love. In fact, he knew very well how tortured Rayyan was not to curse when the couple was talking about Lena.

"Yes, I know. In this world there is only one Mama Mei Ling in your heart. Forever, there will be no other woman who can replace him." Arumi gave the sweet smile she had to her husband. Then the woman said again. "From now on, I won't force you to call, meet or visit Papa and Aunt Lena. I won't interfere in your personal affairs."

Arumi reached out her hand forward, rubbing the teary eyes that soaked her husband's handsome face. "Yes, don't remember about the incident. The most important thing now is, we both think of ways to educate and raise the three children so that they grow up to be devoutly worshipful, healthy, intelligent and can boast of both parents."

"You and I raised them together and tried to be good parents to them. Making past experiences a lesson. You ... want 'would continue to accompany me to educate the fruits of our love until they mature and find their respective soul mates?" ask Arumi.

Rayyan's brown iris stared at the wife's beautiful eyeball. There were clearly loving eyes in there.

With a quick movement, Rayyan pulled Arumi's body until there was no longer any distance between the two of them. "Of course, Babe." He landed a kiss on the woman's lips. Lobediently greedily like someone who had not met for decades.

"Honey! I'm not done yet," said Arumi lirih as she felt the man's tongue begin to dance beautifully in the oral cavity. The man's game grew longer and more so made him fly into space.

"Just play a little bit." Rayyan increasingly greedily kissed Arumi's lips with eyes filled with gair*h mist. The man licks his wife's neck, face and cheeks which still looks chubby.

However, as the narrow-eyed man intensified his action, the voice of Zahira's whining was heard to make a married couple who were feeling all over his body heated up due to the game.

Rayyan snorted angrily as she said, "Bungsu really likes to prank his parents!"

Arumi chuckled softly. She was about to get up from the sofa, but a brief kiss was placed first on her husband's lips.

"Wait until my puerperium is over and my stitch wound begins to heal, I'll give you a special gift, Honey." Waving mischievous eyes as he stepped closer to the baby box.

Hearing his wife's sweet promise, Rayyan grinned mischievously. "Okay, I'll take your promise!"

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