Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Nothing is Free in this World!

Seeing the look on his face, Rayyan put her cutlery on the plate. Grab a glass of water, then gulp it until the remaining half.

With a soft tone, Rayyan said. "Well you talk about what? Just tell me what you want to say. I promise you, I won't be mad."

Arumi felt this was indeed the right time to discuss with her husband. So he doesn't want to waste time.

"It's about the kids." Paused for a moment his sentence while gathering courage within the chest. When I feel sure, I say again. "I enjoyed my role as the mother of three twins. Being able to take care of them is a joy in itself for me. However, since my childhood was over, I had to divide my time between work and taking care of my children. Although there is Mama Nyimas, Tini and sometimes Mr. Burhan help me if I'm working, but still there is a sense of regret in me for not being able to give full attention to Triplet."

"I've had a lot of time in the hospital. Taking care of patients in wards, making reports, and performing minor or major operations sometimes takes three to five hours. There will be an inner war in my heart when one of our children is sick while I have to work in the hospital, Mas."

"So morning, the peak of my despair at being tired of dividing time between work and children. Therefore, if I resign my job and prefer to take care of the children, how? Honestly, I can't do two roles at the same time. I have to choose between career or child."

"If you choose a career, then we should look for a baby sitter to care for Triplet. However, if I choose children then I have to stop working" Arumi said. The grout of seriousness on the woman's face was engraved clearly. His tone also sounded firm.

After delivering his uneg-uneg to Rayyan, Arumi's chest felt airy. The greatest burden in life is lifted all. Just this time felt his body was much lighter than before.

Rayyan became a loyal listener. Hearing the complaints of his beloved wife without refuting or sneering, because he understands the task of a mother is not easy especially caring for triplets at the same time requires more energy.

"So, you're talking to me to discuss the best course of the matter, right?" Arumi answered with a nod of her head. "If I personally want you to focus on taking care of the kids. Enjoying every moment with them is more important than anything in the world. If only my veins had broken, I might have resigned from my job and accompanied you to look after the children."

"However, since I am the head of the family and in fact the veins are still there, of course I still work in the hospital. If I resign, I am sure at that time Mama Nyimas will lecture me all out. Not to mention that my image was shattered in the eyes of all your brothers from the side of Mama Nyimas and the late Papa Zidan."

"I don't blame the women out there who entrust their children to be cared for by baby sitters or ask their parents for their needs and different ways of looking at life. It is each other's choice. However, in your current case, I'd rather agree if you quit the job. After all, my income as a doctor and income from the hospital are more than enough to support you and the children. To pay the salary of Mbak Tini and Pak Burhan there is still the rest."

"Triplet is a gift from God given to us. I don't want to, you missed the growth and development of the little one because he was busy working. It's not that I want to destroy your career as a doctor but rather think about the future of children. They are small and need your attention as a mother."

Rayyan re-split her dry throat, then put the glass on the dining table. "Resigning from work does not mean you do not work anymore in the future. It's just that, for now the most important thing is to take good care of the kids."

Arumi took a deep breath. Tonight's discussion can be said to include an important discussion because it concerns the future of his three children. He does not want to make a decision.

"So .. do you agree that I'm quitting my job?" ask Arumi to make sure again that she did not misunderstand the explanation described by her husband.

Without a second thought, Rayyan answered. "Rubber! I chose the first option, which is to resign rather than hiring a baby sitter. It's not that I'm stingy, I don't want my money to run out to pay a nanny just that I don't want to throw people into our palace."

"At a later date if you want to go back to work and the kids can be left behind, I'm the first person who will take you back to the hospital. No need to take tests, interviews and so on. You I took that second, too."

The man's brown iris stared fixedly at his wife. The serious face turned more relaxed. Even Arumi could see a faint smile at the corner of the man's lips.

"But .. none of that is free. There's something you should give me instead." Waving naughty eyes while grinning meaningfully. Both eyebrows move down and up.

Red met face, smiling knots while bending the gaze. Do not want the pink hue on the cheeks clearly visible to her husband's netra. "Whatever you ask, I will grant it."

However, Rayyan's pair of narrowed eyeballs caught a pink hue before the hue disappeared. The bashful attitude of the woman up ahead made the man very anxious. Then, the thumb and index finger flank the tip of the woman's nose.

"I'll pay you a promise later!"

***

A few days later, Lena accompanied Puspa back to the hospital. Today the doctor will give the results of the first chemotherapy performed by the second wife Firdaus.

"Puspa, why yes, my heart continues since then like there is a drum band show here." Lena's hand touched the position her heart was in. "I'm afraid this has something to do with the results of chemotherapy some time ago" he said.

The woman in the nurse's uniform helps Lena get out of the car, and places her in a wheelchair. "That's just Mom's feeling. I'm sure your chemotherapy results will be good. The drugs given to you can react well." Puspa tried to calm Lena so as not to think about anything else other than the treatment she was undergoing. Hope the patient can recover from stage four cancer. Although the prediction of the age of the patient is only eleven months, but there is no harm if you continue to try rather than surrender and accept the destiny of God.

Lena smiled faintly. "Neither, Ta, I'm not sure if this effort will succeed in inhibiting the growth of cancer cells so as not to spread more widely throughout the body."

"Actually, I was reluctant to follow the doctor's advice, but because Mas Firdaus had already made an appointment so forced to follow despite the doubts in himself so great. If only you could choose, it would be better to wait until death to pick up than to spend a lot of money for something uncertain" he said in a trembling voice.

"Bu Lena don't be so pessimistic. What matters is that we keep trying. The rest, leave it to God. Do'a, make an effort and don't despair."

Puspa continued to push the wheelchair down the hospital hallways to Helena's doctor's office. They turned to the right side of the hallway, stepping forward until they arrived at a room in front of the pharmacy.

Since Puspa has registered his patients via phone, he, he only needs to report and then welcome to enter the room with white shades combined with green leaves for the curtain and curtain between the consultation room and the examination room.

"Good morning, Miss Lena. How do you feel after your first chemotherapy?" ask Dr. Helen before starting the consultation.

"Morning. Doctor, I feel nausea, reduced appetite and constipation. Then, my hair began to fall out" explained Lena without anything being covered. He gave detailed information to Helen's doctor as a reference material when doing the second chemotherapy.

Doctor Helen nodded her head, noting all complaints from her patients. "Other than that, is there more?" Lena shook her head in response. "Alright, then I'll see the results of the first chemotherapy you've done." Then, he opened the white envelope and took the sheet out of the envelope slowly.

Lena's face looked so tense. The woman's heart is pumping faster than ever. Cold sweat started to surface, the face turning pale like a corpse.

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