Married Little Princess Bestie
53. The Second Grief After

The butler went home that day. The cooks left the house. The luxurious mansion is only visited by gardeners and clean every morning and evening.

Not many are allowed to stay. Riswan and Binar agreed to minimize the access of outsiders to it. Moreover, about two more months the twins are scheduled to be born into the world. They become overprotective parents in light of the past events of the Darmawangsa family.

As much as possible, Riswan also works from home. In addition to feeling safer, he can also steal time to just kiss Binar in the middle of a meeting or meeting. No need to bother wrapping supplies, he just whined so that Binar cook something for him.

Binar is also adept at making decaffeinated coffee that is comfortable for Riswan's stomach. The development of women in the field of cooking cooking is growing rapidly. Although only three months did not stay by his side.

Like today for example. After serving coffee and some snacks, Binar sat next to Riswan. The scene that the woman loved was when her two legs were on Riswan's thigh. The man will massage it while focusing on hearing the shares and business development of Wangsa Group in each region.

Like a good masseuse. Riswan unhesitatingly draped Binar's legs with oil while the woman leaned on the arm of the chair while cursing. A simple moment that sometimes becomes the reason for Riswan to avoid coming to the headquarters. He prefers to be alone like this.

But suddenly, the ever-quiet Binar moved uneasily. He pulled the leg from Riswan's grasp while clutching his stomach. The sound of complaining made Riswan immediately close the meeting. The sweat of a grain of corn was popping.

"Sick, Mas, it's not time to be born yet, though," he quipped.

Based on the knowledge he learned on standby, Riswan immediately carried Binar to the car and drove as fast as lightning. He had contacted Intan, and the anger grew as the murky water seeped down the feet of Binar.

They looked, and the tears of Balar had fallen, "Mass.." he whined.

Riswan is getting more agitated about driving the vehicle. Luckily Intan with his mainstay medical staff was alert to welcome their presence. Riswan panicked not overcast, what happened to Binar?

***

Ned and Tria were just as panicked. The sound of a stirring Binar rang out to cut through their recesses. While Riswan instantly rose as Intan called him into the room.

The man's eyes watched as Binar, who was like a hot worm. Licking, whimpering, and begging that pain can be a little less. While Intan was snorting long, he turned the eyeballs back and saw Riswan's reaction.

"Not yet to be born you know, Riswan," he said ketus instead of playing, "A day how many times the hell until the membranes rupture?"

Riswan turned his head as soon as Intan thrust out a piece of paper.

"You don't want to have surgery to remove the twins. The contractions were too early and if left unchecked could be dangerous," the dense brief explanation was delivered with little urgency. It was a request of Intan that hastily had to be executed immediately.

With trembling hands, Riswan grabbed the bullet lying on the table. The gap seemed to stop when Binar roared increasingly irregular.

Again Intan massaged his temple. The woman was still with an unsubstantiated annoyance to Riswan, "She was pregnant with twins at a young age, yet she was still being invited to make love?!" the protest explains the root of the problem, "You have google, right? You can also ask whether or not to make love with a pregnancy case like Binar."

Riswan could only cupped Intan's hand with a face that was clear. He did not know how to fix the problem that had already caused fatal consequences, "Please save them, Intan."

"That's my job, Riswan," indifferently Intan snatched the paper from Riswan's grasp.

Intan was silent for a moment. He looked at Riswan from toe to head before a long snort. "I called after taking care of the move" he said.

A moment later, Binar was led to the operating room that had been prepared. How heartbreaking Ned and Tria were to see their daughter in such great pain. Riswan who can not be separated holding the hand of Binar faithfully herded his wife to channel strength.

"It hurts, Mas.." lamented it was the most heard, and the only thing Riswan could do was give a kiss.

The man did not stop moaning in silence. Begging God to give some of the pain of Binar to him. But no matter how hard he asked, Riswan never felt the change in him. Shortly after one injection managed to silence Binar who began to loosen his grip.

Riswan panics while allowing the view, but Tria assures that the pain of Binar is denied by drugs before delivery. The breath of the light starts to rise. Tired facial lines adorn along its look.

He still clasped the hand of Binar tightly, and perhaps because the rest of his consciousness swung between dream and reality. Riswan could hear the slow murmur that was chanted by Binar.

"Uncle," he called it as if the subconscious was more accustomed to calling it that than 'mas Riswan'.

"Yes?" sahut Riswan still repeatedly gave a kiss on the back of Binar's hand.

"Maybe I never said it, but I did like uncle," he said, followed by a cheeky smile that expanded, "From my point of view uncle always looks cool and charismatic. I used to look around for excuses to my mom and dad to invite uncle to come home."

Riswan chuckled softly. Of course this woman would be very embarrassed if she knew Riswan had heard the confession just now. He also chose silence, and let Binar alone continue to speak.

"I used to love Sean, but long before that, in my eyes there was only my uncle. Maybe it's just admiration, so I don't think I dare to strangely judge feelings," he continued.

Long before that? Inner Riswan while combing Binar's hair lovingly.

"That night I just realized that the feeling was more than admiration," the man shrank and hoarse, "I. I..."

Suddenly the heart-second-detecting monitor screen sounded a very loud shrill sound in the ear. The staff who worked for Intan was in a panic not overcast. One of the nurses led Riswan to leave the room.

"Blooding, bleeding," more or less that's how the sentence was shouted.

The pacemaker was removed as soon as Riswan arrived at the doorway of the operating room which was immediately closed tightly. The man sat on the floor without speaking. Her cries echoed in the hallways that only doctors and nurses crossed.

The heavily frustrated Riswan was endlessly beating his chest and head. He was angry at his courage without knowing the conditions and circumstances. She was angry at her selfish self refusing to budge on their baby.

The hot flirtation of the past days turned into a bunch of regrets. Riswan vows to end life if the three of them fail to be saved.

What else is left of Riswan's life?

If until the beloved wife is also two small babies they have to disappear from the world, then what else is worth fighting for?