Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Gossip
Today is the first day Arumi is living her status as a widow. Last night he had a warm conversation with his mother. A lot of learning and advice was gained and the woman recorded it all in her memory.
He stood in front of the mirror, applying lipstick so that the thin and ripe lips were getting smeared. As the clumsy fingers reached for the perfume bottle on the dresser, a shadow of Mahesa flashed through the mind.
Vanilla perfume bottle is a scent that is very liked by Arumi's ex-husband. This aroma gives the impression of feminine and elegant. In addition, it can make Mahesa feel comfortable when on the side of the wife.
"I'm sorry, Vani (a nickname for a beloved perfume), I've been determined to throw away all the memories of being with Mas Mahes. And you happen to be one of those memories. So, I had to throw you in the trash because I don't want to be in the shadow of the past anymore." Now the perfume bottle was already perched on top of the trash can, mingling with items that reminded her of her ex-husband.
"When it's time to rest, I'll go to the mall. Buy perfume with a new scent. For seven years I used the scent of vanilla. Now is the time to try something different," the woman murmured while tying her ponytail-style hair with a slight accent of long bangs forward.
Walk gracefully while descending the stairs. Don't forget a smile on my face.
"Good morning, Ma." Kiss Nyimas' cheeks in love.
Seeing Arumi's condition was much better than yesterday, making Nyimas smile happily. As a parent, he also felt how broken Arumi's heart when love and sacrifice were reciprocated with a betrayal. Moreover, his former made also contributed to the betrayal.
"Good morning, dear. Tumben, early in the morning you are neat," said Nyimas softly without hiding a smile on his lips. "Where are you going?"
"Of course it works. Today I got a morning shift and there just happened to be an operation. So you have to leave early so as not to get scolded by my boss," Arumi replied casually.
Nyimas smiled back. "Then let's have breakfast! All the food is just ripe and ready to be eaten."
The woman poured the fried rice on the plate belonging to her beloved daughter. Today, he deliberately made seafood fried rice specifically for Arumi. Who knows in this way can drive away the heartbreak in the foster child.
With the spirit of 45, Arumi scoops the fried rice into the mouth. "Mama's taste is always delicious. It's worth it Papa was so good at valuing seafood fried rice made by Mama."
The beautiful woman so enjoyed every grain of rice that went into her mouth while occasionally smiling towards Nyimas.
After five years of marriage, he just felt back how good it is to live together with parents who love him so much. He turned back into a spoiled mother. Everything was prepared by Nyimas just like when the woman was a teenager.
"Ma, I'm off to work first. If your heart hurts again, ask Burhan to drive you to the hospital" Arumi said before leaving home.
"Without your asking, Mama will immediately rush to the hospital." Nyimas encourages Arumi's body to get into the car immediately. "Here we go! It's late."
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Along the way, Arumi's eyes focused forward. Occasionally glance at the rearview mirror when about to overtake the vehicle in front of him. The piano instrumental music of the best musical creation in the world became a true friend of the woman while driving her vehicle.
It only took about an hour, now he has arrived at the hospital parking lot. When Arumi's four-wheeled vehicle is parked, another vehicle unit follows. Even though the car's glass was coated in black window film, the woman knew who was in there.
"I thought I was late. It turned out that someone else was following in my footsteps," Arumi muttered as she walked closer to the VVIP parking lot.
"You're a habit, always late. Fortunately, your status is my subordinate. Try if you are the head of the surgery team this time, colleagues will protest to Doctor Firdaus and it could damage the reputation of this hospital." Rayyan pretended to put on a fierce face. The face shown when she first saw Arumi was late to the hospital.
Arumi did not immediately defend himself, he instead looked for something in the bag. "You should look in the mirror before reprimanding someone. Have you set a good example to your subordinates," the woman screeched as she rolled her eyes lazily.
"Now you're getting bolder to defend yourself." Rayyan ruffled her waist, as if saying that she was angry. However, deep down the man was happy because the divorce between Arumi and her ex-husband did not make the woman's mood was broken.
"Brew!" grouse Arumi. With long strides he left Rayyan.
Not wanting to be left by Arumi alone in the parking lot, the man ran after his work partner. There was a chase between the two human beings so that some visitors and other medical personnel stared at them.
"The man who was running after Doctor Arumi, was Doctor Rayyan, right?" whispered one of the nurses standing guard behind the reception desk.
"really. That, Doctor Rayyan. However, why is he chasing, Doctor Arumi?" the other nurse. "Wait on! Don't-don't .. between them a special relationship."
"Ngaco, you! How could Doctor Rayyan like Doctor Arumi," interrupted another nurse. "They're like Tom and Jerry, who always fight when they're close."
"Yes, I know that too. However, looking at the fact that just passed, it already explained everything if they had a special relationship."
"No way!" call one of them. "Doctor Arumi is married. So, where might she be in a relationship with another man while her status is still the wife of the person."
"Well, you don't know if Doctor Arumi's household with her husband is on edge! I heard from my brother, who is the arisan friend of Doctor Arumi's father-in-law, he said their household was in trouble. He said, in the process of divorce."
"What?" the nurses were screaming almost simultaneously.
"God! Keep your voices down." The nurse in the inner uniform tried to remind all three of her colleagues. "This is our secret. Don't get leaking. Understood!" The three nurses nodded their heads.
It just so happened that there were four nurses gathered at the reception desk. Every morning, before starting the activity, usually they will fill the ammunition with gossip. Whatever is discussed until it does not feel the time to show at eight in the morning.
Almost all hospital employees were used as chatter material and now Arumi and Rayyan are easy targets for them to be gossiped about.
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