Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
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BEFORE READING DO NOT FORGET TO CULTIVATE LIKE YAA YES GUYS..........
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I ordered a taxi. True what Brother Dea said I have to work, because the cost of living continues to run every day. I miss Naro too, I haven't seen my most handsome son in days. Naro is busy preparing for a math competition, between elementary school-level city arts.
I'm proud of my son, he knows that his mother is fragile and helpless but he's one of the reasons to stay alive.
I went straight to the office, because the last few weeks I've been staying in the hospital looking after Nara, and carrying my clothes there.
My long breath, why does it feel stuck between my chest. What if Nara has to undergo heart surgery and needs a donor? I'm ready to donate my heart, but will it match Nara's. Then what am I supposed to do? No one wants to donate their heart without blood. Is there anyone who would sacrifice his life for someone else? Obviously there is no.
Arriving at the office, I immediately got off the taxi and paid the fare. It feels like I haven't set foot here for a long time, but it's only been a few weeks.
"Ara," called Mira to wave her hand and scatter towards me.
"Hey, Mir," I replied.
"Ara, I'm sorry I haven't been able to reach Nara. My mom is sick too, Ra," said Mira heartily and unpleasantly.
I smiled, "It's okay Mir. How's your Mama doing?" ask me.
"Mama is still being treated, her blood sugar is going up and her cholesterol is also high" Mira explained.
Mira is the youngest of two children, of course her mother is old. So no wonder, the elderly do often suffer from the disease.
"Let's go in" Mira asked.
As usual the office employee will stare at me cynically. I don't know why? Is it because my face looks so much like Mr. Dante's wife? But do I not care, with that resemblance? I'm definitely not his wife, Mr. Dante, or his late wife, who came back to life.
"You know what, Ra? Ever since you didn't enter, Mr. Dante was hot-tempered. Everything was always wrong in her eyes," Mira said with a long sigh.
"I don't know" I replied quickly.
Where I know why he's so angry, it's none of my business either. My problem is too much and I don't have the chance to think about any other problem.
Mira and I fell silent when Mr. Dante got into the elevator after us.
"Morning, sir," greet us both at the same time.
"Again" he answered coldly.
Where's the warm Mr. Dante I met yesterday. Why is he now completely cold untouched? Is he having any personal problems?
"How's Nara doing?" ask Mr. Dante.
"Still treated, sir," I replied.
Since our discussion yesterday about his late wife who was so much like me, Mr. Dante rarely came to the hospital to see the state of Nara. Either he is busy or he deliberately does not want to take the time. Is Mr. Dante afraid, if I take advantage of this situation to approach a rich man like me, let alone Tata likes me and considers you as his mother. Maybe that's what keeps Mr. Dante at a distance from me.
I'm not a rich woman. Even in the past when married to Mas Galvin he had nothing because both his parents withdrew all the facilities provided. But I accompanied her from zero and when she reached the best point of her life. He left me and chose another happiness. So if Mr. Dante thinks that I'm going to approach him because feeling special can be similar to his late wife, that's the wrong thought. I'd rather be self-conscious than have high imagination.
"Okay sir" I replied.
Mira and I headed for the room. Actually upset, even though Mr. Dante knows if I do not enter a few weeks automatically I do not work on the existing report. Like today I have to be late.
"Ra, like her all the employees will be grateful because you entered today," said Mira closed her mouth with a laugh.
"What if I go in?" I asked inexhaustibly and was astonished as well.
"Yes, sir Dante if you see kang like coming back to life" chirped Mira half tease me. "Cie who is addicted to the President's own love," ledek Mira.
"Silter." I rolled a lazy eyeball.
"You look like his wife" whispered Mira.
"I know," I said as I sat in my chair and stared at the computer screen I hadn't turned on.
Mira looked surprised, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside me.
"Seriously, Ra? You know where it's coming from?" mira asked, her curious soul thrashed.
"Sir Dante himself said," I replied while turning on the computer.
Mira seemed to be silent and thinking. While I don't care, even though my body is in the office but my soul is left in the hospital. There's nothing I can think about but Nara, because she's not okay right now.
"Mir, I'm working first. Go back to your desk," throw me out.
"Tap_"
"Mir, I have a lot of work" I told Mira.
I know Mira would have wanted to ask me more about me who is so similar to the late wife of Mr. Dante. I told you I don't care.
I started working on my report, damn why my tears are dripping. No, I'm not sad about having to make a report. But thinking about Nara's condition that has not changed makes my breath feel stuck in the esophagus. What if Nara doesn't get well? I don't want to lose Nara. I can't be away from her, I really love my daughter.
"Strong Ra, you have to be a tough woman. Nara must be healed. He's a strong boy" I murmured
Life is too short to spend on the impossible. But what if what I end up fighting for fails and I lose everything that makes me happy. My son is the source of my happiness, I can't be happy if one of them is missing.
Last night the doctor explained that Nara does not need to be referred because the hospital has provided complete facilities. But maybe for heart transplant will not be avoided, because Nara's heart is already severe.
I wiped my tears violently, as a mother. This is the lowest phase of my life, being in a position I could never have imagined.
"Ra, are you okay?" ask Mira to panic.
"I'll Mir" I replied forcing a smile.
"Why are your eyes red? You crying?" ask Mira. We know each other, but Mira cares about me.
Seriate....