Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Surprise for Julid

Naila just got out of the restaurant. He and his four social gang friends were standing in front of the entrance to the restaurant. As usual, there will be new drama created before the mothers of the stock return to their homes.

"Don't forget, Jeng Naila, take some time for us to be able to chat with you again discussing tricks and tips for getting a great daughter-in-law like Kayla." The bespectacled woman reminded Naila that the biological mother of Mahesa did not forget to schedule time to share tips and tricks so that she and her friends had a good relationship with a famous model in the country. Who knows, some of them are lucky like Naila, getting the daughter-in-law of a top model with a myriad of achievements in the world of modeling.

"Just calm. I will tell you that there is free time. Open sociality groups often, Jeng so as not to miss the latest information from me" Naila said.

"OK, ready. Waiting for you, Jeng," another timpal.

Not long after, the car of the invitation of the three socialite mothers came. One by one they left the restaurant. Naila and Lena are waiting for their drivers to pick up.

Lena and Naila sit in a gazebo that is provided specifically for restaurant visitors.

Waiting too long makes Naila bored especially since Lena prefers to lock her lips tightly. I don't know why his friend tends to be quieter than others. Every time they get together, Rayyan's stepmother is very irritable in speaking.

When Naila began to be caught off guard by the situation, the woman tried to enliven the atmosphere by inviting Lena to chat.

"Jeng Lena, if not mistaken, your stepson is a doctor and only arrived in Indonesia after several years living in Japan. Right?" ask Naila to make sure that her guess is true.

Although the two women often spent time together, Lena rarely discussed her family's personal life let alone talking about the eldest son of Mending the first wife of Paradise. According to the woman it is not important to tell the personal life of her family to be used as a consumption of the crowd. Even if he had to tell a story, he would tell only about it.

"Oh yeah, Jeng, that's right. It has been almost a month that my son has been in Indonesia. She was immediately asked by my husband to help at the hospital established by Mas Firdaus," Lena replied kindly. Although it looks uncomfortable because Naila discusses her personal life but the woman tries to behave normally.

"Enak yes, just returned from Japan but has been given the responsibility to help the hospital. There's no need to be as hard-wired as my son used to be" Naila said.

The hot weather made the woman take out a folding fan or commonly known by the Japanese people with the term 'sensu'. Hand fans with cherry blossom motifs become mandatory items that must be carried by Naila.

"Then, my son was not directly given the responsibility to manage the business Mas Putra. He started everything from zero. Even to get into my husband's company, he went through the selection just like any other employee. Join queues, interview tests, prikotes and all training. Very different with stepson Jeng Lena," said Naila while glancing at Lena cynically. The look in the woman's eyes seemed to emit a dislike of the good fortune that came to Rayyan.

Hearing Naila's words, made the woman feel insinuated. Everything Naila said was true, she didn't deny it. However, as a mother, it would be nice not to compare their children, because Naila did not know what reason made Firdaus decide Rayyan to help in the hospital.

"Sorry, what does Jeng Naila mean? Jeng Naila didn't know what the reason behind Mas Firdaus' decision was to ask my son to work at the hospital. Why does Jeng Naila seem to be jealous of the good fortune that comes to Rayyan, my son," Check Lena. Although she is infuriated by Naila's behavior, Lena tries to calm down and not get too emotional.

Unable to be said to be envious by Lena, making Naila provoked emotions. The woman raised an octave of her voice. "Who is jealous? Jeng Lena don't just talk! How could I possibly be envious of Jeng Lena's messy family life. Never in harmony."

"I know all about Jeng Lena's relationship with husband Jeng Lena's eldest son with his late first wife, never getting along, right?" sindir Naila while raising one corner of her lips upwards. "Makanya Jeng, if you have a child it is taught manners and manners to grow into a child who knows manners when talking to parents."

"This is even a child left to go to college in Japan for years without any supervision from parents. Free to live abroad. Eventually it even grows into a dissident child who never appreciates parents."

Lena's patience has run out, she can't bear to hear the scathing insinuations from the mouth of her gang friend's 'lemes. Lena kicked through the empty space by her side, the woman's eyeballs glaring as if wanting to jump out.

"Jeng Naila be careful when you talk. Don't ever mess with my son. Although he was only a stepson but I already considered Rayyan like a real child myself. I don't accept if anyone else insults him."

"For the business of educating children, Jeng Naila should not interfere. Me and Mas Firdaus have their own way of educating our two sons" lena said.

Naila closed the folding fan violently to make a noise around. He drew a sharp look towards Lena.

Lena clicked her tongue slowly. It was a waste of time to repay Naila's words. Not that the woman was aware, Naila even more so.

Not wanting her energy depleted just to go through Naila's madness, Lena got up from her seat and said, "Sorry, Jeng, I seem to be stuck. As long as Mr. Imam's driver hasn't arrived here, I'll go to the toilet first." Without waiting for a response from Naila, Lena just passed by.

"Ck! Arrogant. Status is only a second wife but it looks like the Big Lady. I wonder how her husband can stand with that woman's attitude."

"I'm sure Jeng Lena's husband must be out there playing. Come to think of it, any husband can stand a woman like her. Arrogant, self-indulgent, often showing off. Really not the type of dream wife," continued Naila who was upset with Lena.

Shortly after, the driver requested by Naila came to pick him up. The woman got into the car. Sitting sweetly in the passenger seat.

As the car driven by Naila sped through the streets of the capital, the woman's mobile phone shook. He pulled the flat object out of the bag. How surprised the woman was when she saw thirty missed phone calls and ten short unanswered messages.

Without wasting time, Naila immediately shifted the green button when her beloved husband contacted her for the umpteenth time.

"Hello, Ma! Where have you been? Papa called you dozens of times but you never picked up!" spray Putra when a new phone line is connected.

"You were gone never permission on Papa. The turn contacted instead disappeared," continued the Son across there.

Naila rolled her eyes lazily. 'If only I knew he was calling me just to scold me, I shouldn't have just picked up his phone call, ' he said. 'Take my time.'

The woman put the phone back in her ear, "Yes, Pa, sorry. Mama hastily about it. There's an appointment to meet with socialite friends," Naila replies casually. Without feeling guilty in the least.

"So, since Papa called, you've been with your friends? You gossip and talk about unimportant things, don't you?" men Benthak.

"Ih ... Papa this is nothing! Mama's just hanging out with friends, can't she?" This time Naila raised her tone. He is no less emotional than the Son.

"Here you go, if Papa just wants to scold me, we better end this phone call!"

Naila was upset that Putra was constantly cornering her. However, he did not have time to shift the phone screen across there Mahesa said, "Come to the Persada International hospital. Something happened to Mahesa and Kayla. I'm waiting here."

Naila did not have time to ask further, Putra has cut off the phone connection. As soon as the woman's face turned pale, her husband's last words were again ringing in the ears.

Something happened to Mahesa and Kayla.

With trembling lips, Naila said, "Sir, we're going to Persada's hospital now!" tell the woman to the driver.

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