Please Let go of me
Chapter 52 - Steady

Zufar was helpless with her regrets, losing a fetus she did not want, not accepting a daughter. Peering at the door of the room, saw the wife who was very sad to lose her future child. "She's still sad, what should I do to cheer her up?" his inner.

Zufar returned to his study, looking at the report that his assistant had just sent. There was a ringing sound of a cell phone ringing, he quickly grabbed the cheek object and picked up the phone after seeing who was contacting him. 

"Hello."

"Hello sir, have those reports been seen?" 

"Hem, I just wanted to see it."

"There's good news, sir."

"Say."

"Simon sir didn't break up the cooperation and wanted to continue, so we have no losses for this project."

"Hem, set up my meeting with him!" 

"Good, Sir."

Zufar put his phone back on the table, played the pen while thinking about the attitude of the leader of the SA Group company. "It's strange, I heard that Simon's boss was as ruthless as I was, and would not accept the consequences when I wasn't there. What made him so interested in this partnership? muttered. 

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The saint seeks to forget his grief, realizing if his actions are wrong that dissolves in grief. He does not want to look fragile and rise in adversity, starting his day with a chesty air. "What should I do now?" he can do nothing but in his room. 

The saint decided to sit on the balcony, enjoy the cold air that touched the skin, and hit his face. Raising his head to look at the beautiful sky decorated with twinkling stars, he could not feel his tears falling by itself. "When can I feel happy? From the moment I was born until now, just living off the sympathy of a few." The groaning in the heart. He wanted to disappear, but he also wanted to achieve happiness.

There was a knock on the door, and she quickly wiped her tears. 

"Holy, are you asleep?" 

The saint stepped his foot, strengthened his heart and began to accept it. Immediately opened the door and saw a handsome man staring at her with a pushy look. "What's up, Mom?" she was slow, trying not to cry anymore.

"Can I come in?" 

Zufar walked into the room, sitting on the available sofa, staring at the face of the wife who still looked sad. "I'm sorry, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?" hope if he gets a chance.

Holy speechless, tongue as if groaned to say what he wanted. All this time he could only be patient with the treatment of the husband who was so selfish, still down did not want to look at her husband's face. 

"I beg you, don't be like this. If you shut up, how do I understand it!" said Zufar who was angry, did not know to act.

"Do you love me, Mom?" 

"What question is that? Of course I love you," Zufar replied quickly.

"You should understand what I want, after we've had a hard day."

"I'm not a human being who can read minds, just say so!"

"I just want you to understand how I feel, that's all!"

"All right, I'll try my best. I'm sorry, and give me a chance to fix it." 

"Well, I forgive you, Mom."

Zufar smiled and immediately hugged his wife's body tightly, as if he did not want to be released. Not to forget he also kissed the wife's forehead very gently. "I love you, rest." 

Sacred nodded his head and closed his eyes, Zufar accompanied the wife to sleep, stroking her long and bushy hair gently. A while later, he looked at the shady face of his wife who had already fallen asleep from her sleep. "I'm sorry!" he turned back and kissed his forehead, turning off the lights after covering his wife. 

Zufar walked out of the room, back towards the workbench feeling erratic. Sitting in the darkness of the night, deliberately not turning on the lights. 

A quarter of the night, Suci awoke from her sleep, fumbling next to her who was still empty. He turned his head and did not look at anyone, drowning with his eyes in the room. "Where is Mas Zufar?" 

The saint immediately got out of bed, wearing a veil that covered the chest. Her feelings were very erratic, forcing herself to search every corner of the room, hoping that if she found her husband. One by one they checked the room, but they couldn't find it. "I haven't checked in the study." She took a deep breath and immediately looked for Zufar's whereabouts, opened the door and was very surprised to see the state of her husband lying on the floor. 

"Mas Zufar." The stricken man forced himself to run, approached the husband and embraced the limp body. "Hold me, I'll call the doctor." Quickly, she grabbed her husband's cell phone, calling the doctor from a nearby hospital. 

Suci cried at the condition of her husband who looked very pale, very panicked at his current situation. "Someone, please help me!" it was the one who called the waiter.