
Eleven: Do you love me?
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Ali pov's.
Today I was shocked to hear that Nikita was in the hospital. The main cause is Prilly. I can't believe that Prilly can do that bad, I think she's a good girl. For over a month she was my wife, she looked like a plain and nice girl.
I didn't care that I scolded him and pushed him down. No matter who stood up with Rasya's help, I was still happy with what kind of relationship they had. Certainly not only brother and sister-in-law, because they look very familiar. Even Rasya looked very panicked when I pushed Prilly to the point of falling and he even dared to hug Prilly in front of me, but I didn't care. The important thing now is that my wife is fine, I've also threatened that if anything happens to Nikita, I'll hate her.
I noticed the ugd door that was still tightly closed. 'God save my wife, I don't want anything bad to happen to her, O Allah'
I noticed Rasya calling out Prilly's name and then raised Prilly's body and asked for help. You spoiled child, just falling a little bit has fainted.
Cleks.....
The door of the ugd room opened and a doctor with a mask covered part of his face. "My wife's doctor is fine, right?" ask directly. I hope the doctor answers 'yes your wife is fine sir'
The doctor removed the mask that covered part of his face and revealed a face that was not pleasant to look at, eh?
"We'd better talk in my room, come with me sir." he said.
With mixed feelings, I followed the doctor's footsteps into his room. I sat in the chair facing the doctor with the table divider in the middle.
"So doctor, what would you say? I hope it's not bad news." I said directly.
"Look sir, your wife is okay even though the womb was almost a miscarriage because the baby in the womb of Mother Nikita is very weak" said the doctor.
I was surprised for a moment, gynecologist, baby. "That means my wife is pregnant doc?"
"Yes my wife is pregnant, but...."
"But what doc?" I asked when the doctor stopped his words.
"This Nikita has uterine cancer, if the baby in the womb is maintained then he can lose his life sir" explained the doctor.
Like being struck by lightning, I just felt like I was going to be happy because Nikita was finally pregnant. But if I keep my son then I'll lose his mother. No!! It can't happen, I don't want to lose Nikita and I never will.
"So how's sir?" ask the doctor to break my daydream.
"How's doc?" many stupid.
The doctor named Randy Firmansyah let out a long sigh. "We'll have to have the uterus surgically removed if you want your wife safe."
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Not a dream wedding.
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How'this? How do I tell Nikita? I don't want to lose Nikita, but I also want to have a child. And Nikita was so eager to have a child, she definitely wouldn't want to do the surgery.
I opened the door to Nikita's nursery, because she had indeed been moved earlier. I approached him who was in bed with an infusion hose in his hand. Nikita looks so peaceful when she falls asleep like this.
The doctor said that the contents had entered the fourth month. And why I didn't know if she was pregnant, did she know her illness and wouldn't tell me.
"I love you so much, I don't want to lose you." I'm slow. I peeked at his forehead wrapped in bandages, he was still asleep under the influence of sleeping pills.
"Why didn't you tell me all this? You keep our baby, but it's dangerous for your safety, baby." I said.
I wiped the tears that were out of when they had flowed past my cheeks. I'm like a whiny girl, but I don't care.
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Not a dream wedding.
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"Prilly, you're sober.... Thank goodness you're okay." said Rasya glad to see that Prilly was awake.
Rasya was very panicked when he saw Prilly passed out, even though Ali was his husband who looked relaxed and did not care.
"How's Nikita's sister doing?" ask Prilly with her voice.
"Nikita's sister is fine, the baby is fine" said Rasya, not completely honest and also not lying.
"Sister Nikita pregnant? God, so I almost killed the baby" Prilly said.
"Ssttt don't say that."
"Ali must hate me so much because I hurt Nikita's sister." Sluggishly.
"Prilly, you never hurt Nikita okay don't blame yourself like this."
"But I was wrong, Rasya" said Prilly. He looked away at the door of his ward.
"It's not you that's wrong Prilly, I've told you that over and over again. Trust me." said Rasya furious.
"But Ali won't believe."
Rasya let out a long sigh, he again sat down on the chair near Prilly's bed. "May I ask you?"
"Yes...."
"Do you love my brother?"
Prilly just kept silent not knowing what to answer Rasya's question just now. Does he love Ali?
"I don't know." said Prilly at last.
Rasha. "Why did you marry my sister if you didn't know how to love her or not. You know that my brother already has a wife. And sister also did not seem to care about you earlier." said Rasya at length.
Prilly shook her head, they got married because of an arranged marriage. So where might Ali care about him, he would definitely hate him after this incident.
"No."
"What does not mean? I asked along the train and you answered only one word 'no'" Rasya said.
"Either if you ask not all that long, I will be confused to answer what" said Prilly upset.
Rasya looked at Prilly upset, why would Prilly be so upset with her now.
"I know your brother already has a wife he loves. I married her because Papa had me betrothed to her, I tried to resist but Papa kept me married to Ali." Prilly finally said honestly.
"Why did you lie to me that day?"
Prilly snorted in annoyance. "Do I have to say if I'm going to marry a man who's married to you, you'll definitely consider me a cheap woman. And I don't know if it turns out you're Ali's sister" he said.
Rasya breathed, Rasya did think so when he knew Prilly refused and even married the older brother who already had a wife. But now he knows that Prilly does not love Ali and vice versa, they married because of an arranged marriage. Ck, it must be because of business problems.
"Do you love me?" rasha asked arrived.
"Well!" prilly said in shock, both of her cheeks were blushing red now.
"Do you love me, as I love you?"
"I-i.....
Sorry if you still found typo...