Mr. Sargeants
Chapter 61's

Jasmine Angelina POV

Reza went into my new hospital room in a different hospital. When she and I lost the little baby in my stomach, she looked really messed up. Although she did not show her angry and disappointed expression to herself, Reza never showed it to me. He always puts everything down.

At first I was surprised to hear that there was a baby in my stomach, but basically I did not want a baby so my sense of loss was not as big as this one human.

"Mine, I've eaten." He spoke softly while kissing my forehead.

"Not yet, the food is bland. No taste, no taste." I complained as she stroked my hair with a sweet smile. Gosh, since when did I become spoiled like this? I hugged her waist and hid her face in Reza's sixpack stomach. Look at how perfect this one man is, even less than a week since the goal break his tadpoles have fallen on my throne.

Since those three days he has been pampering me. But what pisses me off is that he rarely calls me love or any other ridiculous name. He always calls me Mine, I know I'm his wife and automatically I'm his but don't call me Mine either. But that call was taken from my name.

"We're down yuk." He then took a wheelchair, then carried me to the chair and went up with the infusion pole that I held.

When Reza and I wanted to get into the elevator, I saw a woman crying in the arms of a man I thought was her husband. I patted Reza on the back, then gestured her to approach the couple.

"Sorry sir, if I may know his mother why?" I asked her to see that mother trying to stop her crying, maybe embarrassed by my and Reza's whereabouts.

"A few years-" the man's words came to a halt as his wife clasped tightly to his wrist with a shudder.

"I don't have anything else, why me?" Asked the woman trying to smile even though her eyes were still in tears. If I were in the position of the woman maybe Reza would wipe away the tears quickly, since childhood Reza did make me annoyed when meeting but he never made these tears fall. No, except for the scene of my jealousy because she and sister Ayana were both in her room with vague words, my mind would be treveling.

"I was in an accident two days ago, the baby in my fetus also left because of my carelessness." My honest words made the woman very surprised. Reza stroked my hair gently making the woman smile.

"I'm so sorry, by the way, this is very lucky. Still can conceive and have a husband like his own." The woman's words made me smile.

"Alas-"

"Have you guys eaten? Let's talk downstairs." Get Reza to cut my word.

"Oh yes, we happen to be going down too."

"Mine, papa call me to pick up for a second, okay?" Ask Reza and I just nod. Before she left, Reza peeked back at my forehead and glimpsed her lips over mine. I was so embarrassed by the intense exposure of these two humans.

"How long has my marriage been with you?" Ask the woman. Just the two of us, Reza with her cell phone and this woman's husband are going to the bathroom because of nature's call.

"Call me Jasmine."

"Oh I'm Canan." Said the woman with a sweet smile.

"Yes. When is marriage? How rich is this young leaf."

"I've been married for three more months, it's only because of urgent conditions." I looked at Reza who was talking on her phone.

"Just right, means the goal kebobol directly so? Jeez mas same mbaknya this seedlings excel at all." The woman said.

"Definitely cool, right? Every night rocking the bed with a rich husband." Jeez he's talking about what the hell, how to fret.

"Where do you live?" Ask Canan. Whatisthis? She was crying, and now she's talking about household matters very quickly.

"I live in Berlin, my husband lives in Jakarta." I'm honest, because we won in Paris just for the holidays.

"ldr mbak? Maak believes that if her husband does not go to the fishing rod beautiful worms are ready to be dragged on the bed of his mas?"

"No mbak. He believes in me, why don't I trust him? Oh, yeah, why did you cry?" Ask me carefully for not wanting to hurt Canan.

"My husband and I have been married for 13 years, but until now we have no children. Two years ago I had a check he said I was very unlikely to have children, and also turned out my husband was barren. All the programs we've been through for years but the results are still, nil." Canan said at length to make me very surprised.

I became like a selfless woman in this world, becoming the worst woman for not wanting a child to be born safely out of my stomach. See how those who are out there who want children but are not given by God. And when I was given that greatest gift, I wasn't even grateful to not even feel lost at all when he left.

We talked about a few things until our husbands came to us.

"Darling is done?" Ask her husband Canan.

"Mine, already?" Look at this one human, the other partner always calls with a call dear.

After Canan and her husband left, Reza pushed back my wheelchair back into the room. Canan's words were ringing in my head, about pampering my husband and being kind and obedient. I myself am still disappointed with myself for my always rude attitude towards Reza, as well as the baby problem that is currently in heaven with my father and sister. Speaking of my late sister, I'm not really sure she's gone to heaven.

"Well." My complaint and only in reply with a sweet smile. Reza took a glass over the nightstand and slowly drank it to me.

"Thank you dear." Gosh that's ridiculous, there's no way I'd say it if it wasn't in my heart. I am also a woman who has self-esteem, before she called me dear I was determined not to call her dear.

Reza took off his shirt and only had his T-shirt left to sleep, a habit I've known since I slept in one room with him

"Sorry." I hugged her body that was lying beside me. Our beds are bigger than they were in the hospital yesterday.

To be continued