PURSUED MATING
Things are getting worse

The POV Vira

"Ma, it's Ma!" Azlan prevented me from beating his father whom I considered barbaric. Because he is the cause of my son like that.

"No Azlan .., he deserves this." The harder I hit my husband, the more I still couldn't accept my son's fate. If not my husband who was the main cause of my son's trauma. Maybe my heart isn't that sick.

"Ma .. is Ma. Poor Papa." That was the last thing I heard before my husband fell to the floor.

I'm getting shaky. What have I done? I raised both hands that I used to beat my husband. Truly, I have become an ungodly wife. Because of my hands, my husband is like this.

"God please save my husband" I said hysterically, I am truly sorry I did. How'this? Is my husband going to be okay? Suddenly fear seemed to haunt.

"Ma ...!" azlan's voice surprised me.

I nodded and looked towards Azlan. I don't know how long I've been daydreaming, because I just realized that there were already some people coming to the house and picking up my husband and taking him out to the ambulance parked in front of my house.

Azlan called an ambulance to take my husband to the hospital.

I was still in shock at the state that just happened, my lips were twisted. Even my face grew pale, when I saw my husband in the lift.

I saw my husband's face before he left. His face looked pale, even his eyes were closed. My husband looks so weak.

I regret not knowing my husband's condition. If only I hadn't extended the problem. Maybe I still see my husband smiling at me.

"Ma ... Azlan will go to the hospital to accompany Papa. Do you want to go with Azlan?" I looked at my son's face, then nodded.

I want something to calm me down at a time like this. Even I need a backrest to share. The prince seemed untouchable. Don't hug me, come near me as if he's afraid.

I got into my son's car, and the ambulance that took my husband left a few minutes ago.

"Ma ... Mom is calm. I hope Papa's situation is okay." Azlan seemed to understand the turmoil I was going through. Until I calmed down a little, because what I expected was like that.

"Yes, Son! But ... This is also Mama's fault, son. Mama is the cause of Papa unconscious like that. Mama's afraid ..., Mama's afraid of something bad happening with Papa." My voice was a little hoarse, even my head was instantly dizzy. Somehow I told Mama Freya about her son's current condition.

"Patient mom, hopefully Papa's situation will be fine."

Not long after, Azlan's car was parked in front of the hospital parking lot. I went down with my son Azlan. Mr. Yitno had previously informed me that my husband was currently in the ER room.

Yes, when my husband was taken in an ambulance. Mr. Yitno, who is my house security guard, accompanied my husband in the car.

"Rpa ... How's Papa doing?" Azlan asked first. I just kept quiet hearing it. Not that I don't care about my husband, but right now my heart is in a dilemma. The guilt that haunted my heart.

"The doctor's still in check on you, Den!" That's the answer I heard. My heart is so glad to hear it, even waiting for the doctor to come out as if I had felt it for a long time.

"Well, I sit down first. Maybe in a minute, the doctor will be out!" I nodded and sat down on the long bench nearby.

"Doc, how's my husband doing?" I stood up and approached the doctor.

"We should talk about the condition of the Father, in my room only!" The doctor walked out from in front of us.

"Azlan how's this, son?" I've been getting messed up, even my body almost fell. Suddenly my son caught my body. I don't know, this was the first thing in my life in my son's arms before the trauma.

"Ma ... Mama must be strong, Ma!" I saw my son crying even his body was like a tremble. He tried to fight his illness because it helped me to stand up.

"Ma .. If Mama can't see a doctor, let Azlan meet her!" Azlan was already sweating coldly, even sweat had already flooded his temples at this moment.

"Azlan, Mama can walk on her own. Mama is strong, son! So, Azlan did not need to force to help Mama stand up. If Azlan himself feels pain." I tried to smile, even forcing my body to stand up so that my son did not feel guilty about the situation he was in.

Azlan slowly released his embrace from my body.

"I'm sorry Azlan Ma, it turns out Azlan can not be a dutiful child for Mama."

I shook my head, for me Azlan was the best son I had. Maybe only the disease he suffered was the cause he was far from me.

"We'd better go see Doctor Willi!" I just asked Azlan to go see Willi's doctor. So that Azlan did not feel more guilty about his situation.

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My son and I followed the doctor who was handling my husband's situation into his room. Because there's something important that Willi's doctor will talk about my husband's condition.

My feelings are getting less and less. The anxiety haunted me even more. Somehow my life will be, if something bad happens to my husband. My knees feel stiff to be carried walking, but I also try to be able to arrive soon.

Before entering the room of Dr. Willi. Azlan knocked on Willi's door first. Once there is a message from within then we both go inside.

"Please sit!"

Azlan and I sat down after Doctor Willi let us sit down.

I slowly took a breath before asking, my feelings have even been dag dig dug once.

"How's my husband doing, doc? Is my husband okay?" I asked Dr. Willi. It was as if I could not wait to hear the condition of my husband who I was living in.

The doctor who treated my husband looked down. He seemed to take a breath, my feelings getting mixed up. The feeling of guilt was growing in my mind. If I hadn't been so emotional back then, maybe my husband would have been fine by now.

"Dok ...!" call me getting hysterical. I don't know, my feelings are getting worse. Between hate and love, maybe a greater love in my heart.

"I'm sorry ..," it was like an atomic bomb hitting my chest. The feeling of anxiety that had been in my heart made me even more convinced, there was something bad that had happened with my husband inside.

"What do you mean, doc?" Azlan asked because my tongue seemed stiff to ask. Even my chest hurts, accepting the reality.