Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Citra Asih Hospital

"Doctor! Doctor Firdaus! Can you hear my voice?" asked Nesa while changing the position of the middle-aged man's body from a slanted position to supine. However, the grandfather of three twins did not show any response. Then, he approached the body of Lena who was lying face down on the floor. As powerful as possible, the young woman turned her patient's body so that now the position of Raihan's biological mother stretched.

"Mom Lena, can you hear me?" Nesa brought Lena's head into the lap, patting the middle-aged woman's face gently. Baby, there was no response at all.

"Why can this be?" snorted Nesa was annoyed because all these events were out of control. Intentions make the drama of the quarrel between Firdaus and Lena, even ended the disaster that made the young woman overwhelmed with anxiety.

When Nesa was confused, she heard someone was pressing the pass code of Firdaus' apartment unit. The female nurse was convinced, if the people out there were mbok Darmi. Therefore, without a second thought, he shouted until his voice echoed through the room.

"Please! Mbok Darmi, help me!" His face changed pias accompanied by cold sweat appeared on the surface of the skin.

Hearing the screams from inside the employer's office, Darmi ran closer to the source of the voice. "Jeez, Mr. Firdaus! Lena ma'am!" Immediately scatter and sit on the floor. A wistful look of eyes stared concernedly at his two masters.

"Mr Nesa, what really happened? Why is it like this?" Bravely ask Lena's personal nurse. As she recalled, before leaving the apartment, both of her employers were fine. However, why is it that Lena and Firdaus are unconscious.

"Mbok, can you not ask me anything first? Better, call an ambulance and ask to come here!" the door to Mbok Darmi. "Quick, Mbok!"

"Okay, Miss Nesa! Phone now!" mbok Darmi replied as he got up from his seat. He then stepped onto the phone and called the nearest hospital.

After waiting for a while, finally two units of white cars parked neatly in front of the entrance of the apartment lobby. The quiet atmosphere of the lobby instantly became crowded. Four health workers ran to the seventh floor carrying stretchers.

"Mbok, accompany Doctor Firdaus, I accompany Miss Lena!" nesa said before she got into the ambulance. Again and again Mbok Darmi obeyed the woman's orders.

There are two ambulance units with two patients on board. So Nesa and Mbok Darmi divided their duties. A female nurse in a white uniform gets into the first car, while Darmi's mom gets in the second car.

Slowly, the ambulance sped on the crowded streets. The siren sounds indicate there is an emergency patient in it. It appears that medical personnel in charge of providing first aid to patients, such as installing infusion hoses and checking vital signs.

Thirty minutes into the journey, two ambulances arrived at the hospital. An elderly married couple lying weakly on top of a gurney in a state of unconsciousness.

"Bok, I'll take care of the administration. If you can, please contact the patient's family and tell them about the situation. Please, Mbok." Without waiting for an answer, Nesa just passed by leaving Darmi's mbok still frozen in place.

Mbok Darmi pulled out his cell phone from his wallet. Then, he began to contact Rihan, to give news about his parents.

"Why didn't Den Raihan pick up my phone? Is he busy teaching at school?" he muttered as the melodious voice of the mobile operator greeted him. "Shall I call Den Rayyan? But, what if he was angry because I was bothering him with this news? Moreover, she hated Bu Lena so much."

Indeed, the woman was in a dilemma faced with two choices between contacting Raihan or Rayyan. If you do not tell one of them, worry that there is a medical action that requires patient approval. Then, who will be responsible? While his position with Nesa is only a stranger, not a family or relatives.

After cradling, finally mbok Darmi desperate send a short message to Rayyan as the first son of Paradise. If later the handsome doctor did not reply to a message from him, he will try the last option is to tell Raihan via one of the green applications.

[Assalamu a'laikum's. Den Rayyan, this is Mbok Darmi. I would like to inform you that Mr. Firdaus is currently at Citra Asih Hospital. If you don't mind, can Aden come here? The Mbok is only afraid that the Doctor is forced to take action that requires the consent of the patient's family.]

A short message has been sent. Now, mbok Darmi just waiting for a reply from Rayyan. "May Den Rayyan return my message."

Meanwhile, Rayyan was sitting in the living room. He is working on a report while accompanying Arumi to give ASI to Zavier. However, the voice of the man's cellphone rang loudly making the couple turned almost simultaneously on a rectangular flat object.

The tring!

Rayyan furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the name mbok Darmi listed in the pop up that appeared on the phone screen.

'Tumben once Mbok Darmi called me. It must have something to do with Papa and that woman, Rayyan's inner being. The man had no interest in opening his phone. He was still sitting sweetly while staring back at the laptop screen.

'Just interrupt!' his gerrick. The man grabbed the phone with the apple logo on the back and read the message.

His narrowed eyeballs widened perfectly when reading messages sent by mbok Darmi. He was quite surprised to get news about Firdaus being admitted to the hospital. However, the young man was relaxed no matter what happened to the father.

[Wa'alaikum salam. I'm sorry, Mbok, I can't come there. Better Mbok just call the other Papa's son. Thank you.] Rayyan replied briefly.

"What's up, Mom?" arumi asked when she saw Rayyan return her phone to the round table in front of her.

"Just work, it doesn't matter!" rayyan replied lying completely uninterested in telling her what was happening to her father. Then, the beautiful woman just rounded her lips to form the letter O.

Back to the hospital. Mbok Darmi seems so worried about the fate of Firdaus and Lena, two employers who have been so good to him.

"What should I do if something happens to Mr. Firdaus and Ms. Lena? I ... can't make any decisions." Mbok Darmi sat restlessly in a long chair made of stainless. Resonates the hand to unravel the anxiety that envelops the self.

Nesa ran down the hospital hallway. The young woman approached Darmi who was sitting in a waiting chair in front of the IGD room.

"Bok, how are Mr. Firdaus and Ms. Lena?" he asked with a breath of surprise. Inhaling as much air to meet the supply of oxygen in the lungs.

Mbok Darmi shook his head quickly. "No doctor or nurse came out that door yet. The Mbok doesn't know what's going on in there."

"Then, did Mbok tell Dr. Rayyan and Mr. Raihan that Doctor Firdaus was rushed to the hospital?" tanyakanya.

Again and again Mbok Darmi replied, "Already. But they didn't pick up the phone nor reply to my message." At that time Mbok Darmi had not read a reply to a message from Rayyan because his phone was in silent mode.

Sighing in rough breath. Nesa should not have to ask Darmi mbok to contact the two handsome men, because they must be reluctant to come to visit a married couple who lay weakly on a hospital bed.

Moments later, a senior doctor came out from inside the IGD room. A round object made of metal hung around his neck. "Family patient!"

Darmi rushed over and said, "I'm the second ART patient, Doctor. What about their situation?"

"Fortunately, Bu Lena's condition is fine, despite falling from a wheelchair. Only minor injuries occur. However, I have to deliver some bad news about Mr. Firdaus' situation. She ... had a stroke and her whole body was paralyzed."

Darmi's jaw was wide open when he heard the news about his two employers. On the one hand, I feel happy because Lena is doing well. However, on the other hand, he was sad because Firdaus was declared to have paralysis due to the stroke he suffered.

"Yes, if you'll excuse me. I will have officers move both patients to the treatment room. Excuse me."

"S-please, Doctor," replied Mbok Darmi stuttered. The middle-aged woman could not think clearly. His brain was still unable to digest what was happening at this moment.

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