Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
A Message to Rayyan and Raihan

The fingers continue to dance beautifully on a smartphone screen (smartphone). Five minutes ago, a woman in a white uniform typed a message, then deleted it repeatedly. He hesitated to send a short message to the family of the patient he was treating.

Anxiety and doubt permeate the deepest recesses of the heart. What if the patient's family no one is willing to come, see the condition of the middle-aged couple? Will Firdaus and Lena meet their end without being accompanied by their children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren? That's what Puspa is thinking right now.

Sitting alone in front of the ICU room while staring at the tightly closed door while imagining his two patients, making the long-haired woman of the boat feel even more guilty for causing both middle-aged couples to fall victim to the fire.

Sighs deeply and deeply while closing your eyes for a moment. After feeling much calmer, Puspa opened his eyelids slowly. "Whatever happens anyway I have to send a message to the patient's family. Even if they didn't come, at least I've told you about Doctor Firdaus and Ms. Lena's current condition. Things come or not, it is no longer my power," he said while gathering courage in himself.

So, he again wrote a message 'to be sent to Rayyan and Raihan. Here is the content ... .

[Good night, introduce me is Puspa, Bu Lena's personal nurse. Doctors Firdaus and Bu Lena are currently critical. My hope is that you can come to the hospital to meet patients who are now being treated in the ICU room.]

[If you are pleased, you can directly come to Harapan Indah Hospital, the third floor. I always stand by here, waiting until you come to visit the two patients.]

The short message has been sent in chain. He hoped that many of the two beautiful-looking men would come here to meet a pair of elderly people who were lying weakly on the hospital bed.

"Lord, open the doors of Dr. Rayyan and Mr. Raihan's heart so they can come here. That's all I'm asking for right now. May You grant my prayer" said Puspa, squeezing his fingers. I hope God hears his prayers.

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One unit of black car drove at a speed of 60 KM/h splitting the streets of the capital. A man with a sharp nose with thick eyebrows and curved beautifully above a pair of sharp and alluring eyes was driving his vehicle into one of the five-star hotel ballrooms in the Central Jakarta area. Tonight, he will attend a wedding party of his former college friend when he studied S2 majoring in the Master of Nursing Science.

As he was focusing on driving his favorite car, suddenly the ringing of the phone rang. A short message comes in without knowing who the sender is. The owner of a sharp eye like an eagle glances at a flat object placed on the dashboard of the car, but there is no intention to open the message. He prefers to continue to drive his four-wheeled vehicle to the wedding reception building.

Not long after, he had arrived at a hotel where the wedding reception was held. Exemplary lecturers with many awards get off the car. Wearing a black tuxedo with a maroon tie combined with shiny black shoes and a neat hairstyle short and spiky model gives the impression of masculine and looks more dashing.

A security guard greeted Raihan as he entered the hotel lobby. "Good night, sir. The wedding reception ballroom is right over there. You walk straight and then turn right. Later there will be a guest recipient who guides you into the room," he explained. Give instructions to guests before they ask.

Raihan nodded in understanding. "Okay, thank you!" Then, he swung his legs following the instructions given by the man in the hotel uniform.

Stroll valiantly into that luxurious building without any sense of awkwardness in the slightest. A male receptionist leads Raihan to a special table in the front row.

"Mother can sit here. If you want to eat food or drink, the stand is right there." The man in the gray suit pointed towards the several booths that were on the left right side. "Before I return, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"none. Thank you," answered Raihan briefly. The man's mood was not calm. For some reason, for the past three days he has always dreamed of his mother. The longing for the woman's figure peaked when she imagined the look of shady eyes smiling warmly towards her.

Since leaving Mei Ling's house, Raihan kept thinking about her mother. Although he hated the woman who had brought him into the world, but deep down in his deepest heart, he longed for the heartfelt affection of his mother.

"alright. If there's nothing to ask, I'm sorry." The receptionist immediately resigned his resignation from in front of Raihan. He resumed his work, directing guests of important invitations to the table that had been provided.

Raihan circulated his gaze to all the room trespassers, looking for the whereabouts of his friends. Right in the corner of the room, two men waved at him. Then he got up and approached them.

"Bidih, Mr. Lecturer. The more dashing it seems!" seductive former rival Raihan while still sitting in college. Fahmi was Raihan's toughest rival when they took S2 majoring in Nursing Science first.

When Andika and Fahmi laughed back and forth at the guyonan thrown by the man in blaster, Raihan did not look to raise the corner of his lips upwards. He gave a cold look at the two figures of the man before him.

"Ck! Raihan. You're still just like you used to be, cold and expensive smile. It's only fitting that at the age of 26 this year is still single, apparently your attitude has not changed in the slightest!" fahmi's snort was annoyed at always getting a cold stare from her college friend. He most disliked when someone looked at him with a sharp gaze as if he wanted to finish him right now.

Andika who saw her two best friends who had been famous often argue in every way to stop her laughter before the wedding reception led to a debate that was not prolonged. It picks up a dangerous signal if it is not immediately separated.

The man reached out his hand forward, then patted Raihan and Fahmi's shoulders almost simultaneously. "Come, guys! Don't be so tense. We have only met again after almost a year of busy with each other's affairs. It's only been a few minutes you've been preparing for a muscle fight anyway!" lamented Andika. "We've all come here, to give the bride and groom their blessing, not to see you arguing like you were in college."

Andika glanced at Fahmi while saying, "Fahmi, you don't feel offended when stared at so by our Handsome Lecturer. He had always given a deadly look, right? So, let's just say his gaze just now was a form of affection that he deliberately showed you," he said with a mild naughtiness. "Isn't that right, Mr Lecturer?"

The handsome man in a gray tuxedo with a bow tie tried to melt the atmosphere so as not to get too tense. He was worried that his two friends were provoked by emotions and then there was a debate between them. What would Jonatan's wedding reception be if his two best friends were arguing at an event that should be a happy day for both brides.

Raihan gave a long sigh. He is aware that the current situation is caused by his mistake. Not wanting to ruin the joyful atmosphere felt by his two best friends, the handsome lecturer said, "I'm sorry for making you both feel uncomfortable." Speak with regret.

After saying the last sentence, Raihan looked straight ahead with a blank look. The change in look and look of the man's eyes was caught by the tail of Andika's eyes, the man with the face of a bule.

Among him, Fahmi and Raihan, it is only a man of half Dutch descent that is more sensitive between his two best friends so that when there is a change in facial expression in the youngest child Firdaus, the, he realized that the round-eyed man was in trouble. The man nudged Fahmi's elbow and gestured to the friend through eye movements. Then, the two handsome men looked at each other.

Through these eyes Fahmi and Andika seemed to be communicating. Long enough to see each other, until the sound of Deheman the Andika rancid break the silence of the atmosphere. "Guy! How about we sit there while enjoying the dishes that have been provided by the hajat owner," he said. He looked towards Fahmi. "Mi, didn't you just say thirsty. Go get a drink. All of you please get it for our Lecturer!"

"Ah yes. I-I'm so thirsty. Yeah, you guys go first and I'll catch up." Fahmi let Raihan and Andika be alone, because if there is himself among them it can be ascertained that Rayyan's younger brother will not want to tell the truth.

After Andika and Fahmi sat face to face, the bule-faced man with brownish blonde hair opened his voice. "Rai, I noticed it looks like you're in trouble. If you can tell, what's up? Tumben once your face is tangled and your eyes are blank."

Raihan glanced at Andika at a glance, then let out a long sigh. As clever as he hides something when dealing with the sole heir of one of the owners of a famous television station in the country then it is revealed as well. So, it's better to confess than the man finding out for himself. Who knows, talking to others, the problems that are being experienced can be solved. There are several solutions, suggestions that can be considered by him.

"It's true, I'm in big trouble. It's related to both my parents." Raihan raised his head and stared fixedly at the hazel eyes of the man next to him. "I've been away from home for a long time and I never called my Mom and Dad" she said.

"Huh? Whatdidyou say?" Andika. Because, all this time he knew if Raihan was very close to his parents even more ... Lena's. The exemplary lecturer as well as the Chairperson of Nursing Department at one of the famous universities in Jakarta loved the mother so much.

So no wonder when Raihan told me that he had not contacted his parents for a long time, Andika was so surprised that her hazel eyes almost popped and rolled onto the floor.

Get out of the house?

Long time no contact with both parents?

How can!

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