My husband, I Love You
The Heart that Begins to Fall
Iwan drove his car with anger that he could not hide, shame, regret and feel victimized, still struggling with his emotions until it was difficult for him to forgive himself for all his stupidity.
After a long time he realized, it turns out he was just a puppet of his own mother's greed and selfishness, who always wanted a change in his life like they were mostly socialites.
"Yessi why are you so stupid, Ohh.... I never thought you would do something you shouldn't! Too deep you smear our family name, Yessi!"
Now his only sister even follows in the footsteps of the misguided socialite, his only life expectancy turns out to have tarnished the good name of the family, and broke his hopes.
"Cross is sorry! If I wasn't so ambitious, I would still be happy with you." Both his hands squeezed his hair and hit the wheel of his car.
"Where should I go?" Without a purpose Iwan split the wet asphalt road because there had just been heavy rain.
Finally Iwan drove his car to the largest hospital in the city, his eyes staring at the nanar want to scream or curse, but for whom?
"Castar, is this the karma I received? I have shed my own flesh and blood, now that I reap the rewards already, that baby is not mine Latitude! But I don't have the heart to just leave him?" Iwan shed tears again, I don't know! What kind of regret he is crying about now.
"Shasy papa misses kiddo?" Not to mention the shadow of his own son since in the womb, giving birth until he was almost four years old, never once he stroked or kissed the tip of his own daughter's head.
He slowly begs for the love of Rahma, because of a higher position in his company, and the wealth of Rahma that the mother always wanted, in order to make her happy, until he did not realize it turned out to be just a scapegoat in a relationship.
Ahhh.... There is no end to continue to regret, or re-repeating the story of his life journey.
Tiinnn...ttinnn....!
"Oii let's go boss! Parks owned by oii... Goddamnit! You know people are. No hurry, huh!" A loud swearing and the sound of a car horn that was lined up to several cars behind him scattered Iwan's daydream.
Then with a reflex move he immediately moved his car forward, and looked for the parking space that should be.
"Other times if you still want to daydream, parking first is right! This area has your grandfather what, we rush to know! Basic huh!" Women with thin bodies with the spirit of swearing Iwan who was talking o on it.
After gathering his consciousness after getting the pedicab, Iwan's legs slowly entered the hospital hallway to head inside the area where Rahma's son was.
Neonatal Intensive Care Unit or NICU room is a room in the hospital that is devoted to intensive care of newborns with all the problems, one of which is premature birth.
"Good afternoon sister, how's my son doing?" Iwan asked a nurse who had just walked out of the room.
"Good afternoon Mr. Iwan, your son's condition is in a slightly improved condition, and this is really surprising, sir! Let's just pray sir that things will get better soon,"
"Excuse me sir!" The nurse provided enough information to keep Iwan's heart a little entertained.
After that, allow the nurse to pass to leave her and continue her duties as a nurse.
Crane...kring.....
Iwan's phone rang, a call from Rahma, "hallo mas.. Where are you? Why is it that after I wake up you are not there? I want to go home, in your house I do not feel at home! Your mother is the same Yessi rowdy Mulu, making my ears hurt?"
Iwan let out a long sigh, at this time he was really in demand to accept what was with extra patience.
"Rahmas! I'm in the hospital, visiting your son, our son, too?" Finally Iwan had to say his heart honestly and to be sincere, the baby was innocent he was just a victim of the ambition and stupidity of his parents.
A little story about Iwan who was massacred with doctors Dian and Mr. Ahmad and Mr. Ruslan, now all became clear thinking for Iwan. A little more has made Iwan's heart inevitably have to accept the fruits of his own actions.
"Don't be long! Anyway I want to go home! and accompany Rahma to sleep!" Rahma began to whine spoiled, the nurse who was always beside her painstakingly accompanied where, or whatever Rahma's activities when she was awake or asleep.
Iwan's eyes looked at the baby who was still in the incubator, with breath as if he was struggling, with there were some slang and whether it was connected to the monitor and oxygen to support his life.
"Baaahh... A choice I can't leave, God give me strength!"
"Papa's coming home, get well, you're a hotshot papa!"
Satisfied Iwan looked at him, not how long he began to walk away from the place, to go to the next hallway through the hospitalization of patients with various pains in his pain.
While passing through the hallway of Bougenville 1st grade Iwan's eyes accidentally saw a figure that he seemed to have seen.
The noise of the gurney wheel broke the silence.
Slowly Iwan walked in the intersection, and stared silently at the face beside him who was closing his eyes tightly on the gurney driven by the nurse in a hurry to the ICU room.
"Sorry sister, if you may know why it's a patient! What pain?"
"Oh he had a heart attack" said the young nurse, then hurried to walk away from Iwan who was still dumbfounded.
Not yet finished dampening his emotions, now a new problem arises again. The man lying in the gurney was none other than Ricky, the place where Yessi had high hopes for him.
Suddenly Iwan limp and drooped in the row of seats available in the hallway of the ER, all will really happen to him and his family, the shame is clearly going to be natural family.
"What if the old man dies? Then which man will Sudi be the victim for Yessi! Aahhkkkp... Why does all this have to happen?"
Again Iwan remembered his folly, divorced Lintang without thinking long. Now it's as if the problem revolves back over Yessi.
After feeling calm, Iwan again walked and left the hospital to his house with a million chaos, which increasingly brought a deadlock of his brain to think.
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To be continued 😉
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