
“Andre, we're through there, yes!” salwa said while pointing at the direction.
“But, Mistress. That's ‘kan opposite direction to the hospital where you checked,” Andre said. He was confused, why would Salwa want to go through there? Wouldn't that take more time.
“I want to take a walk for a while.”
I don't want that guy to obey either. She did not want Salwa to suspect that someone was waiting for her at the hospital. As soon as the woman enters the car. Andre just kept playing his phone, a smile etched from Salwa's lips. Andre's phone rang, the woman pretended not to hear and was still busy herself with the phone she was wearing.
“Ya, hello,” says Andre. I don't know what the answer is from across the street, it looks like the man is busy distracting.
“Iya, I'm dropping off Madam, she wants to take a walk for a while.”
“....”
“Iya, just relax.” Andre glanced at Salwa through the glass above him and then closed the call.
Salwa was still silent waiting for Andre to speak. He wanted to see how far they lied.
“Mistress, at the crossroad we turn around, huh? If you wait next will be far.”
“No need, Andre. I'll just check in the hospital over there. It's a nice hospital, the doctor's handsome too. I want to check there.”
“Why did you suddenly switch places check, Madam? Does anything make you uncomfortable? Is there something wrong with the usual hospital?”
“No! It's just that I've heard mothers in the hospital say that the doctor there is named Ryan. I was curious to meet him because when I saw the photos on the mothers' phones, he looked a lot like my old best friend, so I wanted to meet him. All you want nostalgia, rarely can meet old friends.”
Salwa smiled, trying to look happy to make sure that she was in a kasmaran.
“Why so suddenly, Mistress?” Andre looks nervous. He was confused what to say to his superiors later if it was like this. That guy will get in trouble later.
“No, I already planned it from yesterday. That's why I dandan like now. Shame to meet old friends I have to cut. I'm pretty, aren't I, Andre?"
“I–iya, Mistress,” replied Andre nervously.
Salwa smiled looking at him and returned to playing the phone. He wanted to wait for what the man who was currently waiting for him to do in the hospital. Let it be, who told Abra not to meet him. That man did not miss him.
Salwa who saw Andre as if she was going to contact someone also reprimanded him. He did not want Abra to reach the hospital before his plans went ahead.
“Andre, you're driving not good to play the phone. What if something happens to us? It's better later when you get to the destination, then you can play your phone back.”
"Yes, sorry."
Andre put down his phone. He did not know how to contact his boss who was currently definitely waiting at the hospital. The man is ready for what will happen next. After a few minutes, they finally arrived at their destination.
“You just wait outside, yeah, Andre. I want to go inside by myself as usual.” Salwa came down and entered the hospital alone.
He was certain that after this Andre would contact Abra. The woman walked towards a room where she made an appointment with her friend. Salwa came here to make her husband jealous. She wants to know how much Abra loves her.
If after what Salwa did, Abra was still hiding, then he himself would come to the man to ask for separation. The woman asked several nurses. They also showed me where Dr. Ryan's room was, until he arrived at his best friend's door.
Salwa knocked on the door several times, sounding authentic from within to ask him to come in immediately. A man was focusing on the paper in front of him.
“Oh, you, Salwa. Good morning, sit down.”
“Thank you.”
“Okay, I was actually scared when you called me. What if your husband gets angry with me? I could lose my life. Especially after hearing your story, it makes my hair goosebumps. Just like your papa I don't dare until we have to be friends secretly. This is your husband even worse.”
“You take it easy, I won't let you lose your life just like that. I still need you so much.”
“Review if you just hands off. I still want to get married, I also want to know what heaven feels like,” said Ryan made Salwa laugh. This friend is indeed very good at entertaining people.
“Iya, you can hold my word.”
“So how now? You still want to check?”
“No, I don't want to check with a perverted doctor like you.”
"So you came here just to sit down. After it makes me battered?" ryan asked in disbelief.
“Already, deh, you don't have to overdo it. They won't dare to do anything to you while I am.”
“Yes, as you go home, your husband's men will attack me. Well, I can't imagine what will happen with this handsome face of mine. They certainly will not let go of me just like that,” said Ryan who was deliberately exaggerated, making Salwa roll his eyes lazy.
“Looks like Mas Abra will be here soon. I'd better go.”
“Yes, if your husband comes, otherwise?”
“Means he should really part with me. I can't live with a loser forever. Yeah, I'm leaving first. Assalamualaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam. I hope you don't come again.”
“You are an obstetrician, why should it be like that?”
“If the patient is someone else, I gladly accept them. If you are, I am very lazy.”
“Already, I don't want to discuss this anymore, I want to go home. Hopefully later we can meet and your situation is still fine.” Salwa left before her friend got angry.
“Hei! you swear me!” shouts Doctor Ryan. However, it was not ignored by Salwa.
The woman walked slowly towards the pharmacy. He had to pretend to take the medicine there to convince someone. Ryan had already given her a recipe to make up for. Salwa waited anxiously.
He was afraid that if the husband really did not come, it meant that he was not so important to anyone. His father had just become a good man. Does she have to lose her husband now? Salwa's eyes glazed over, she couldn't bear to go through everything on her own.
However, retaining someone who did not want to be together was really painful for her. As much as he tried to strengthen his heart. Salwa must be a strong woman because currently there is someone who must be guarded, namely her prospective children.
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