Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Allah Niku Mboten Sare
Now Arumi had arrived inside the room. He immediately took off the snelli and hung it in the locker then put all the luggage into the bag. After making sure no luggage was left behind, the girl ordered a taxi online because it would take a long time to wait for Burhan.
"Doctor Rumi's already in pu-." Not even the nurse who was on guard in the surgical poly finished Arumi's sentence interrupted.
"I'm going home first. If anyone's looking for me please tell that person I need some time to rest." The woman deliberately raised an octave of her voice hoping to be heard by Rayyan. It just so happened that the man's workspace was not far from Arumi's current position.
"Loh, instead of later there will be an evaluation meeting discussing the operation that has just been done. What if Doctor Rayyan gets angry? I'm afraid he'll be mad at you, Doc."
Arumi did not reply, she walked in a very bad mood. Truly, today is the terapes day that the woman has experienced for a lifetime.
No need to wait a long time, the car ordered has stopped in front of the hospital entrance.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," said the taxi driver online.
Arumi nodded in return for the greeting given by the driver. At this time the woman was so tired that her lips could no longer speak. He rested his back on the back of the passenger seat. Closing his eyes while massaging his dizzy temples.
The phone ringing sounds. A notification appears above the screen. Arumi felt the contents of her bag and opened the phone screen lazily.
[How does it feel to sleep apart from a beloved husband? It must have been very torturous to not be able to get the caress of affection from your husband, right?]
[It's just the beginning. In the future, be prepared to take revenge for all the crimes you have committed against me!]
"Basic crazy!" maki Arumi slammed the 6.5-inch flat object to the side. "What crime did I commit until this man sent me a message."
Intrigued by the person who had sent the message, Arumi immediately grabbed the phone back. Then contact the sender. However, only the voice of the operator answered.
"Damn it!"
"Bas a coward!" maki Arumi expressed her frustration.
Arumi's body trembled while gripping the end of her sling bag. The woman's chest feels tight until she needs a sufficient supply of oxygen. However, unfortunately the oxygen around is not able to eliminate the feeling of tightness in the chest. He could only flatten the fate that was now playing tricks on him.
Arriving in front of the courtyard of a two-story mansion, Arumi rushed down. After paying the taxi money he immediately ran into the house. Without greeting the housekeeper and driver in the house.
Mbak Tini who was watering the plant just gawked at the appearance of the employer. "Bu Arumi why else, sir? Lately his face has always been tangled," the middle-aged woman asked Burhan.
Burhan shrugged both shoulders and said, "Where do I know, Ma'am. I'm not Miss Rumi's husband." The man then closed the gate after an online taxi drove Arumi away from the residence.
Upon arrival in the room, Arumi throws her sling bag over a soft sofa overlooking the back garden. In a state of turmoil, she threw all the makeup equipment, slammed the glassware in the room. All did not escape the rage of the woman.
Arumi screamed, cried and roared pouring out her heart. In the room he huddled alone. Sitting in the corner of the room with hands hugging his knees and burrowing his face.
"Why did all this have to happen to me" he asked softly. "Has Mas Mahes been playing with fire behind me?"
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During his time there he seemed to forget the presence of his father and stepmother. Every time I miss my hometown, the twenty-eight-year-old man prefers to go to the library, take a walk or take a side job to add pocket money to live in the region of people. Although born from a family of wealth, Rayyan still lives a simple life and always works hard to meet daily needs.
"Rayyan, you're home, son." The melodious voice of a forty-five-year-old middle-aged woman became the first greeting Rayyan had heard.
Rayyan glanced at the woman whom Firdaus had married for the past twelve years sitting on a long sofa made of the best quality cotton.
A sweet smile did not forget Lena was singgilkan at the corner of the woman's lips. "Mom thought you'd come to this house tonight. So, Mama hasn't asked Bi Elis to prepare lunch for you."
The man turned his eyes the other way because he did not want to see the woman's face for too long. The longer he looked into those eyes, the greater the pain in Rayyan's heart. Rayyan remembered the events of thirteen years ago when she was young.
"No need to bother. I had eaten before coming to this house" Rayyan said coldly. "Because I know, my presence was never expected in this house!"
Lena took a deep and long breath. "You don't misunderstand Mama." The woman walked over to Rayyan. "Mama really didn't know you were coming straight here."
Lena intends to touch the shoulder of her stepson but was pushed aside by Rayyan. "Never touch me with those dirty hands! Until any time your position is no more than an****** in my eyes!" the man snapped while bellowing leaving Lena who was still frozen on the spot.
Hearing the screaming sound coming from the family room, Bi Elis ran over to the master. The half-century-old woman stood up with a breath of breath. "The lady's okay?" bi Elis asked worriedly.
Lena was still in shock as a result of being yelled at by Rayyan. For some reason every time the son of her husband screamed his heart ached like being slashed by a sliver. Sick but not bleeding. The woman's body trembled, her mind blank instantly.
Aided by Bi Elis, the woman sat on the sofa. "Miss want me to make you some sweet tea?" tanyanya tried to divert attention so that the employer did not think about the bad events that had just happened.
Lena shook her head. His mouth was still locked until it was hard to speak.
"The patient lady. It's possible that Den Rayyan is so tired that she can't control her emotions." Bi Elis rubbed Lena's shoulder gently. "Journey from Japan to Jakarta will be quite far. So Den Rayyan's emotions are overflowing."
Lena smiled bitterly. "Until when should I be patient, Bi. It's been thirteen years since it happened." The woman sobbed with her body increasingly trembling. "However, Rayyan still hates me."
"Prophey, Mom. We pray that Den Rayyan will open his heart so that he can forget the past and want to make peace with reality."
"I was wrong, Bi. However, in Rayyan's heart there was not the slightest bit of pity towards me. For thirteen years I also suffered, not just him," Lena lamented. The woman was getting late in the atmosphere.
This time Bi Elis rubbed Lena's back. "Sing patient, Madam. Allah niku mboten sare," said Bi Elis in Javanese.
Seriate
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Note: Patient, Madam. God never sleeps.