
After hearing the explanation from the doctor at length finally Agung understood and he entered the room of his boss. Faizan was asleep, but his face was still pale.
Agung tried to contact his wife's mobile phone but there was no answer and soon heard the voice of the operator who said that the intended number was not active or out of reach.
"Mrs Aisha Tumben hard to contact. The condition is this way too. May Mr. Faizan when he woke up not a strange cravings. The end must be I got the hard part," Great mind complained.
The next morning, Faizan woke up. And as his gaze circulated in all corners of the room, he realized that he was now in the hospital. He saw Agung was curled up to sleep on the sofa not far from his bed. The clock shows at five in the morning.
"More... Great. " call Faizan.
Because the great type of person who is quite sensitive finally he immediately jumped up from his seat because of the sound of people calling his name. He rubbed his eyes and gasped his boss was awake.
"Mr Faizan is conscious. Is there any pain or complaint? Should I call a doctor?" tanya Agung who was beside Faizan's bed quickly and swiftly.
"No need, Gung. Sorry I'm sick, you're so bothered. How's our next meeting scheduled?" ask Faizan lirih.
"Sir, just calm down. I finished it last night. Looks like we can go back to Indonesia sooner, sir. Because some projects have run smoothly and the rest can be done while we do in Indonesia. There is only one meeting left with PT OMG" said Agung.
"I congratulate you, sir" said Agung with a smile.
"Congratulations why Gung? How you are as comfortable as a smile is not so clear. Don't make me goosebumps Gung," Faizan ledek.
"Haisshu... Signore. Seriously am. Why do you have good news not to share with me even left my wife to go to Taiwan. It's a pity that Lady Aisha is pregnant and young has been left alone" said Agung.
"Pregnant? You mean how's Gung? I really don't understand," asked Faizan confusedly.
"Lho, sir how the hell. Lady Aisha is actually pregnant again or not really sir?" tanya Agung back who followed confused as well as his boss.
Great to breathe deeply. Finally he explained the incidence of nausea and pain that Faizan suffered. The doctor's explanation is that there is no serious illness in Faizan and all is normal. This is called couvade syndrome or sympathetic pregnancy.
Where the wife is pregnant but who experiences morning sickness and sometimes cravings to whack the husband. Strong inner attachment and deep love are usually dominant causing this to happen. Although it does not rule out the possibility of several other factors.
Faizan was stunned to hear the narration from Agung. But he does not know whether Aisha is pregnant or not. When Faizan asked Agung for his phone to call Aisha, his secretary said since yesterday the young lady's phone was hard to contact and even tended to be inactive.
Finally this morning Faizan tried to call back Aisha's phone and it was true that she was still inactive.
"Aisha's mobile phone is no longer active. Why ya?" inner Faizan felt awkward and restless in his heart.
Faizan tried to open his phone connected to the cctv of the main residence of Atmajaya. But yesterday only revealed Aisha's activities as usual cooking in the kitchen, cleaning the house and so on.
He did not see any strange movements in the gestures of Mama Ida or the wife. Faizan did not know that the footage he saw was footage before Aisha's expulsion. The rest is old records that are replayed in such a way as to be new recordings.
All done by Mama Ida who hired IT experts to do the sabotage. Mama Ida deliberately so that Faizan remains focused on being in Taiwan taking care of the Atmajaya family business and ignoring Aisha.
"Call the doctor immediately. If indeed I can get out of the hospital, soon we finish the business in Taiwan and go back to Indonesia. I felt a little bad for a long time in this country. I am worried about my wife Gung's condition if it is true that Aisha is pregnant" Faizan said in an anxious tone.
"Okay sir" said Agung.
"May you be well, dear. Wait for me to come home," Inner Faizan.
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