I'm Honey My Son
Jealous & Suspicious

But Saras remained standing in his place, not twitching at all.

"You have the heart, mas? you wanna run me, after what I gave you?" saras' eyes glazed over.

Reno only glanced cynically, then passed away leaving Saras. He quickly chased after the nurse who was pushing the gurney where Intan was currently lying down.

"I won't let Intan take Mas Reno away from me. I've been working hard to get it, and I won't let go of it." Saras ran small chasing Reno's departure.

He took the initiative to accompany Reno, because in his mind, Intan will seduce Reno back.

"If I don't keep an eye on Mas Reno, chances are that Intan will seduce him back. What's more now that Intan has become rich, must be Mas Reno easily turned away from me, "inner Saras.

Reno ventured into the check room when Intan was finished in check. While Saras did not dare to approach, he lurked from a distance far enough but who could reach out to see Reno and Intan activities.

"You're the husband of the patient?" ask the doctor about Reno.

Not to mention Reno and Intan answering the doctor's questions, the doctor said again.

"Sir, you don't have to worry. Your wife is fine, she is also healthy. Sometimes there are indeed those who feel cramps when the womb is still young. Because the fetus is in growth, and the abdominal muscles begin to be pushed because of the fetus," said the doctor explained.

"Thank you, doc, thank you" Reno and Intan said.

"Well, husband and wife are very compact. May your household last, and your child be born healthy, perfect, nothing less. Excuse me, you can go straight home. But I suggest, don't be too cape." The doctor smiled kindly and passed away leaving the examination room.

"You heard, Intan. What the doctor just said, means we can still be together." Reno smiled cheerfully.

"Don't dream of you." Intan glanced cynically as he got down from the gurney.

"Where to contact the car, I want to go home. For business to the police station, another time because I want to rest at home," Intan raised his hand asking for his car contact.

Reno did not give it.

"Let me drive home, after that I go home on a motorcycle taxi. You're sick again, I can't bear to drive your own car" Reno smiled.

"No need, let me just call my husband to pick me up here" Intan stepped out of the check room.

"Mas, you don't have to drive him. Let him go home alone," suddenly Saras appears.

"Why are you stubborn, still follow me. I asked you to come home, but why are you still here?" reno asked, staring at Saras.

"Mas Reno, please give me my car contact right now. And you go home with him!" Intan pointed rudely at Saras.

But Reno remained in his stance, he was still not willing to hear what Intan said.

"Intan, for this time obey me. Do you want something bad to happen to your baby?" Reno still insisted on delivering Intan.

"I don't want Mas Reno and Saras to know my house, I better ask him to take me to the restaurant alone" Intan said.

"Well, take me to my restaurant which is not far from here." Intan stepped into the car park.

"Not that the restaurant has closed, for whatever he is to the restaurant that has closed. As far as I know the location is also not in this area," Inner Saras.

Saras and Reno also stepped into the car park. When Intan and Reno entered the car, suddenly Saras also joined nyelonong in sitting in the back seat.

"What are you coming for, get down!" reno looked towards Saras.

"Damn it, Intan insinuated me! look out for you, Intan!" Saras snorted inwardly.

Intan tries to call Tara, but the phone number is off.

"Always like this, being with Laras must be hard on the phone!" intan is upset.

"Why do you seem to be so upset? is your husband difficult to contact, maybe a lot of work," Reno glanced smiling at Intan while continuing to drive his car.

Intan was just silent regardless of the words from Reno. He only glanced cynically at Reno.

Before long, Intan asks Reno to stop her car in front of a fancy and crowded restaurant.

"Mas, stop here. And where the car contacts, I've sent a message to my husband to pick me up here" Intan pinta said, raising his hand.

"Seriously, is this your restaurant?" Reno felt disbelief.

"Why, don't you believe it? even if one of my restaurants is closed because of your wife's actions, I still have a few other restaurants," Intan glanced cynically at Saras.

"Oh yes, Saras. You don't try to act again to make the name of my restaurant bad. If you repeat again, I will not hesitate to report you to the police. Moreover, I have proof of your crime in my restaurant in the city center," Intan glanced cynically at Saras.

"What you said earlier, I don't understand at all." Saras pretended not to know.

"Old song, this time you get away. But next time I'll report you, 'cause I already have proof. Just be ready to go to jail" Intan smirked sarcastically.

"You're a rich ass, Intan. Your restaurant is just one, this is the restaurant you admit. You think you can fool me?" Saras instead switched the conversation.

Inran gets off the car, followed by Reno and Saras.

"Good day, Miss Intan. Has your condition improved until you came here?" greet one of the waiters.

"Alhamdulillah, already. I want to see Tasya, please call." Intan's command to his work.

"Good, mom. I'll call you." Waiters immediately sought out Intan's personal assistant named Tasya.

"Do you want to taste my restaurant menu?" Intan looked at Reno and Saras.

"Broast you, Intam!" Saras said ketus.

"You're weird, you couldn't believe this restaurant was mine. Now say I'm arrogant. You two better just go home" Intan kicked Reno and Saras out.

Intan steps into the restaurant to get to her study, ignoring Saras and Reno. Reno quickly returned home while forcibly pulling Saras' hand.

"Why are you embarrassing yourself!" Reno glared at Saras.

Saras just kept quiet to hear Reno's chatter. He could say nothing, but only envy and envy in Saras' heart.

They returned to the hospital where the child is currently in hospital. Without a word from both.

Only a few minutes they took a taxi on line, until also in the hospital.

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