I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
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The pedicab did not pass from the front of the house. I want to walk to the traffic. Maybe there empty rickshaw many passersby. But, what power I have not been able to walk far. Where should I pass the alley a little uphill later. I got up from my seat, holding my stomach which from earlier felt heartburn. I can't just wait, I'll walk who knows, get a bike rickshaw before the causeway. I was very curious about the state of the mother that Arkam brought to the clinic. I don't want to, the incident when Dad was taken to the hospital happened. Where I can't see my father in the sacratul of death.

I continued to tread weakly, my stomach getting more and more painful. Like giving birth. The point of water had already come out of the pore of the scalp, down wetting my pale face. The weather today was very bright, only at 10:35 Wib, the sunlight successfully burned my face. The veil I was wearing couldn't stand the heat of the sun.

As this weak leg climbed down the alley, I felt something come out of my need and flow into my thigh. I stopped the step. A sipping hand went into the back of the dress I was wearing with a feeling of unease. Enter through the black leggings, into my sensitive area.

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My heart trembled violently, as I felt my hands wet from touching that sensitive part of me. Immediately I limp to know that the liquid coming out of my need is blood. The sudden blurred vision. Head aches and dizziness seven circumference. Around I saw a swivel. I hold the head that hurts like a hammer with a tube. While stepping staggered.

"Yes Allah.... What else is this experiment? why else with my body? astagfirullah's.. La Haula Wala Quwwata Illa Billah's. I commit myself in all my dealings to you, O Allah."

I can't take another step, damn the people I know no one's passing by. I close both eyes. Because I can't stand this headache anymore when I look around. My legs can't support my body anymore. I was helpless and opened my eyes. I saw a pitch-black cloud before my eyes, dark.

***

Sayup - I heard my name called.

"Muallimah Alda's... Nausea Alda...!" That voice is so familiar to my ears. I know that voice, I'm sure the one who called my name was Mr. Armand.

Mr. Armand, thank goodness I have Mr. Armand to call for help, to take me to the clinic, where my mother is on medication. I slowly opened my eyes. Shebrews withstood the terrible pain of my lower part.

As these eyes opened wide, the pain in my stomach grew more and more pronounced. It hurts like giving birth. It feels like bone is falling out of the body.

"Thank God the patient is conscious." Said the nurse looking at me.

I looked at the people who surrounded me. There's Mr. Armand right in front of me.

"Me, where am I?" I panicked even more, seeing that my current place was in the hospital.

"Mother in the IGD room." Obviously a doctor, who just came to me.

My hands moved quickly to feel my stomach. "I, am I guilty of miscarriage Doc?" I asked with tears. I felt very sad, because the fetus in my womb did not survive. Even though Evan didn't choose me. I was still expecting this kid.

"Yes ma'am." said the doctor kindly looking at me.

"Huhuhoo.. No...!" I said hysterically, not caring around anymore.

"Calm mom, I need to calm down. I'm still bleeding." Obviously the Doctor again. I am so devastated by this reality. I feel guilty for myself. I'm sure my son didn't develop and grow well in my womb, because I was the one who was stressed thinking about my weird and endless problems. It is always data h increases, without anything being completed, which makes the heart calm.

"Sir, your wife will we curettage. Please take care of everything to the adminstration now." Said the doctor firmly to Mr. Armand. I was quite surprised by the words of the doctor, who thought Mr. Armand was my husband.

"Good Doc!" Answer Mr. Armand. He then looked at me with a sincere smile but, looking full of pity. Before going to the administration section to-take care of everything necessary for the curettage process.

"Emmm.. Sir, well-guarded wife huh?! we go out first, if there is anything important, do not hesitate to call us. We're at the picket table by the stairs." Said Sister kindly to Mr. Armand who looks serious responding to the nurse who spoke to him.

Mr Armand koq did not protest, when the nurse said I was his wife anyway?

"Okay, thank you." Mr. Armand is friendly.

"Ma, mum.. Don't leave Raisya Ma?!" After the nurse came out. Raisya went straight up to the bed where I was lying, putting her body on my chest.

"Honey, mama's not going, not going anywhere.!" I said weakly, yes I feel my strength is up. In curettage and childbirth it turns out the same pain. Especially maybe the anesthetic effect is over.

"Don't die anyway, if mama dies, who am I? I never came home again. Grandpa's in heaven, too." He said crying hysterically.

"Raisya, mama don't be bothered just yet. Mama is sick. Huuuuff!" Mr. Armand raised Raisya from above my body.

Raisya was now standing on the side of the bed, stroking my flat stomach. "Mama Magh's disease?" the question is plain, which makes me smile. I said Mr. Armand, he also turned out to be smiling

My daughter Raisya is very coquettish and smart about being stupid. Raisya did not know that I was three months pregnant. I never told you about that. It's nothing, I'm scared and lazy to answer many of her questions later, if she knows I'm pregnant.

"Yes, baby, so if you are told to eat breakfast, do not be lazy. Then you can't just snack. Because unhygienic food can make the stomach hurt."Obviously the armand sir lowered his body slightly, in order to be able to communicate well with Raisya.

" Oouww.. Yes, Father of om." Said Raisya spirit, his head even moved with a twist when talking to Mr. Armand.

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Mr. Armand laughed crisply, he was fit to be a Kindergarten teacher at this time. Very patient with Raisya. The chatty and smartass.

Raisya's compact attitude with Mr. Armand, made me touched. This is the wisdom of all this misfortune. There's my daughter who's always been treated well, by someone. Although, I don't know very well the people who end this well with Raisya. There was Akram and Mr. Armand too, who treated Raisya like a princess herself.

"Smart kid, now you sleep there." Mr. Armand pointed towards the empty bed. Raisya also ran towards the bed.

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