My wife's the General's son
Disappointed

After knowing everything from Papa, then this morning I prepared to go to the Hospital to submit a letter of resignation. Escorted by two aides sent by Papa.

Upon arrival at the hospital, I immediately gave a letter of resignation. However, the RS begged to ask me for time, because Dr. Obgyn, who used to apply with me, was on leave.

They already know the case that is happening to me, yes of course they know because the news has entered the print media and electronic media. They promised me protection as long as I was on duty.

I also do not have the heart because there are many patients who make promises to undergo Caesar. I called Papa, I can't ignore their safety.

There are actually three Obgyn Doctors at this Hospital, but because one is on leave, it is impossible for this many patients to be handled by a doctor.

Actually Papa objected to my decision, but returned again on humanitarian grounds, so Papa and Mommy were forced to allow by giving me strict guard.

Two days Mas Yusuf did not return to my house, nor did he give me any news. I wanted to send a message just to ask the news, but my intention was to undo it. I don't want to interrupt his moment of togetherness with his wife and son.

But, why didn't he give me any news at all? At least she asked about my pregnancy. Ah, what is this? Why do I wish it was like this? Of course he's more concerned with that over there than I am.

There was the woman she loved, while I was, she was only bound by the baby in my womb.

So stop expecting attention from Khanza.

Tonight I just lie down in bed, to relieve boredom, I play a mobile phone.Suddenly my kepo soul thrashed, I opened a social media application, I open a social media application, I, and my finger started typing the name of the man I was missing.

Yeah, I was thinking about him. I know I can't expect much from him, but please be careful, please don't forbid me to miss him either. Because it is very difficult for me to erase it from memory, even though the word miss is heavy, but let me carry it myself while I can.

I found his sosmed account. I started to open the profile of the father of my son. I scroll the pictures

I see not many uploads, it seems he does not really like surfing in the world of sosmed, because it looks from the last upload date about two months ago.

I saw the full family picture, maybe it's the picture when he just regained consciousness from a coma and met his son and wife.

There was a smile of happiness in their little family. I looked at the photo, Mas Yusuf's gaze was so friendly and loving to Mbak Tiara.

There is a feeling of sadness covering the corner of the breast, how will the fate of my son, will he also be able to have a complete family? I don't know, I don't know what my fate will be like. Whatever it is I have to accept it.

A drop of clear liquid fell on the corner of the eye, from now on I have to learn to be a strong woman in a patient dressing, I have to stay calm even though sad to snatch. It was obvious that this marriage was not what she expected.

I closed my social media account. Because if I still get into it with all the posts, then I'll feel the pain myself. As a woman I do not want to be too naive, as strong and sincere as any jealousy will remain, when we see our loved ones together with other women, he said, even though the woman is his legal wife, therefore I should be able to keep my own feelings from dissolving in the wound.

I put the flat object on the nightstand, then turned off the main light and replaced it with a sleeping lamp. Actually it's still eight o'clock at night, but I prefer to go to bed immediately, it's my habit when I'm avoiding feeling problems.

As I was about to fall into dreamland, I was startled by the ringing of a cell phone, immediately I grabbed the flat object and saw who was calling. It turns out that from the hospital, I received the call, there's my patient who has to be at Caesar tonight. I can't refuse, because it's my responsibility as a doctor.

I immediately prepared to go to the Hospital, upon arrival on the first floor, I saw Papa and Mommy chatting, and I faintly heard the voice of the Man who was always on my mind.

Suddenly my heart thumped when I heard his voice, this is how when I love someone, just hearing his voice made a feeling of uncertainty.

I sighed deeply, and trying to stay calm, I should be able to keep my attitude, let this feeling only I know.

"Loh, haven't slept?" ask Mommy while rubbing my shoulder.

"It was going to sleep, but I have to go to the hospital right now, because there's a patient I'm going to do a Caesar tonight."

"Why should Khanza now? Why not tomorrow, or be replaced with another doctor," said Papa objected.

"Can't, Pa. This is my patient, and it's my responsibility, so I have to help him. Especially this is an emergency." I tried to explain to Papa.

"Let me control Adek, Pa, Bun." He chimed in on my words.

"You must be careful, Joseph, and watch the surroundings. Papa hasn't calmed down if the case isn't over.

"Okay, God willing I'll be careful. Let's go Deck."

I immediately say goodbye to Papa and Mommy. On the way I just kept quiet, the awkwardness felt again, I felt his attitude changed a little. Is he tired of this short marriage? He shouldn't have bothered to drive me.

"How's the Deck doing?"

Tumben just asked the news now, two days where?

I just kept quiet while pretending to sleep. For some reason if I answer that question, then I make sure my tears will fall. Ever since I was pregnant, my sensitive soul has gotten bigger.

Actually it is a natural thing, but I hope it disappears from me, because it is well aware of my position that must be strong to live the days without the presence of a husband.

"I'm sorry I let you down."

No need to apologize, Mom. I am self-conscious about my position.

I was still silent, and my tongue felt stifled. I'm just disappointed why he didn't give me the news via message. I'm not asking for much. I just wanted to pay a little attention to the baby I was in, so that I wouldn't feel alone bearing this burden.

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The author wants to start. This is the visual on my genitals. If not in accordance with raeder, please ngehalu according to each fersi 🤗

Yusuf Mahendra

Khanza Almira

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