Please Let go of me
Chapter 49 - Zufar's Regret

Zufar was very worried about what happened to his wife, carrying the weak body to get into the car. He immediately took her to the nearest hospital, an emergency situation made her very panicked, clearly visible on her face. "Let's hold on a second, we'll be in the hospital soon." He who drove the car in high speed, did not pay attention to traffic lights. 

Suci was unconscious, it made Zufar unable to think clearly. The density of the streets did not shrink his spirit, to get to the hospital and immediately handle the wife. 

It didn't take long, the car stopped in front of the hospital. Immediately carrying the weak body and was about to run to get the doctor's handling. "Hold on!" he encouraged himself. His gaze unintentionally led to the wife's feet, very panicked at the blood flowing. 

"Doctor.suster, where are you!" zufar yelled while carrying his wife's body, he was very angry with the work of the staff who worked at the hospital. "Doctor.suster! Save my wife!" it was her voice that attracted all the attention.

From a distance, one female doctor and two sisters were seen. They ran towards the origin of the sound and carried a gurney, very panicked as Zufar almost made a fuss. "Why have you been so long, huh?" 

"Don't worry, we'll handle it." The doctor answered dragging the gurney towards the ward. 

Zufar helped to drag the ward, but his steps were held back by one of the sisters who was about to close the door. "Please wait outside!"

"But Sus, I want to go inside and accompany Saints," Zufar refused insisting on staying in.

"Please, don't get in the way of our work. Wait outside." The nurse immediately closed the door, making Zufar choose to sit in the waiting chair.

"What should I do? All because of that woman, did the baby survive?" his monologue was very sorry for not being able to accept the child in the womb of the wife, and realized that it had hurt his wife. 

The doctor had not yet come out of the room, Zufar kept pacing around waiting for news from the doctor who handled his wife. It looks like Tini, who came with Mirza, got the information from Doni's assistant. They walked quickly, approaching the man who looked like a tangled thread. 

Zufar immediately hugged his mother and cried, thinking about the fate of the wife's condition and also regretted wanting a baby boy, because at that time, he did not know if Siska was just pretending to be pregnant. Even the desire to have a son has disappeared when the decomposition of his second wife who has become an ex-wife, languishing in prison. 

"Is Holy wounded?" tanya Tini who looked at Zufar with sadness.

Zufar nodded his head, he was very sorry for the mistake he had made, was so obsessed with boys and did not want his property to fall on Siska who turned out to be faking a pregnancy. 

Bugh

Mirza immediately gouged the brother's face, eyes full of anger. He also deeply regrets having run away on the wedding day together with a woman who became his sister-in-law. But, seeing the treatment of her brother who has unstable emotions does not hesitate to throw a punch until it leaves a mark. While Tini shouted in surprise with her two sons fighting again. 

"Basic cowardly men! Your life is of no use at all, hurting the Saints continuously. Are you sorry now, huh?" Mirza grabbed the collar of the brother's neck, clutching him tightly. A look full of anger looked at the older brother who could not understand anything.

Zufar was very upset by the words Mirza had just spoken. "What do you call a man who runs away from his own marriage?" reply while releasing the grip, staring at the sister fiercely.

"That's enough! You two are the same, Saints are still being treated by doctors and you are fighting." Jerk Tini, very dizzy with his two children who never get along. 

The two fell silent and drifted away in their respective regrets, especially Zufar who was very sad.in view of the bloodstains between his legs, could only pray for the best.

Before long the door opened, a woman wearing a white suit came out after handling the patient. "What's my wife's condition, Doc?" urged Zufar who looked at the woman expectantly.

The doctor sighed, staring at the three people nearby in turn. "Are you her husband?"

"Yes, I'm her husband. How is the Sacred Condition?"

"Patients are fine, there's nothing to worry about."

"What about my son?" 

"Sorry, we tried. But the pregnancy of the patient can not be helped, the patient miscarried on the way to the hospital. The fetus is already in the curette!"

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Zufar regressed his steps in shock at the unsaved child candidates. Clear threads wet the cheeks, as regret grows. "I am not a good husband and father" he cried in a fragile state.