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M73: THE PATH THAT BEGINS TO UNRAVEL
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M73 🥀 : THE ROAD THAT STARTS TO UNRAVEL
“This is how Ella's stomach is no longer distended, why, yes?” the young female monologue in the hospital pajama is pink. His gaze seemed empty, even though it was fixed on the stomach.
“Yesterday you are still in your stomach. Now, where are you, baby?” monologue again.
A man dressed in all black who was sitting—would enjoy his dinner menu which is only in the form of rice box from one of the nearby restaurants, urung eat delicious dishes in the form of warm white rice, two pieces of beef empal extra fried onion, red sauce, and sauteed vegetables. He was asked to stand guard in place of two friends who were allowed to eat in the canteen while taking turns performing worship as religious people.
From then on he was even fixated on looking at the young woman who seemed to be stirring alone, with her hands and feet bound because she often rebelled. The young lady had just regained consciousness after a few hours ago being drugged for brutally rebelling.
“You remind me of my sister,” lirih pri is tall with brownish skin. “You have almost similar fate.”
A few years ago, he was in a situation like this. The difference, first lying in the hospital bed was his sister—more precisely is his twin. Her twins also raved, and brutally rebelled when she realized the baby in her stomach was gone. The difference is, his twin had a miscarriage because it was intentional by the biological father of the baby. Different from the condition of the young woman he currently guards.
“I can only hope, hopefully you can be strong to survive and not choose to end life because it is not strong to survive.”
The tragedy happened to her depressed twin and experienced baby blues syndrome. The twins then choose to end life by cutting their own veins, because they are no longer able to survive the sense of loss.
“Gar, why are you there?”
The man nodded, then looked. His eyes immediately found the fellow who came up with two cups of coffee in each hand. “Lo back?”
“Hm. Just ate risotto doang, so spit. You haven't eaten?” ask the partner.
“But.”
The man held out one of the coffee cups in his hand. “Bikin did it again?”
“Who?”
“That, boss's mistress,” said the newly arrived man, his eyes glancing at the woman on the bed who was not disturbed at all.
“Neg. I just wanted a chek infuse. Can be critical if you are not found out like that,” kilah the other person.
“Gar, Gar. Very understanding lo same mistress this one.” Sindir the partner. A thin smile fell on his full lips.
“He's our responsibility, bro. We get paid tens of millions for what, forget?”
The fellow who had the full name Elgara laughed briefly. “Lo mah, can't be joked, Gar.”
“Serah,” says Elgara briefly. “Lo done yet? Now I want permission to go outside to catch the wind.”
“Lah, kirain lo want to eat. Not eaten yet.” The colleague's index finger leads to the food that is lying on the table.
“Udah is not appetizing,” Elgara said flat. “Eat if you want. If not, go to the office boy. I haven't touched Kok.” After saying so, the brown-skinned man turned his head towards the bed once more. Before actually turning around and leaving.
“Why a boy? Weird bener.” Elgara's colleague murmured as the man had already disappeared in the doorway. “Or lest he be interested in the same mistress boss? Ah, time yes? I don't think there's a real girl to marry, Elgara. Body, ok. Looks, ok. Time to go with bekas—“
“Ekhem!”
The man turned to the door. There, the object of the conversation was standing while leaning back against the door frame. Makes her smile awkwardly for a moment. “No wind, Gar?”
“Master comes. We are called to welcome his arrival. Below there are many journalists,” said the owner's name, flat.
“Owh, yes already, let's go.” Fellow Elgara replied as if nothing had happened just now. Then he just walked away.
The man named Elgara was also only able to sniff before closing the door of his master's room tightly.
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“You have a 5-year-old boy that you didn't know existed. His name is Palacidio Daniel Adhitama Xander. His blood type is just like yours, AB. Appetite is the same as you, not too like to eat rice in the morning, not too fond of sweet, and not too fond of spicy. I love reading books and watching television. The channel he always watched was the one that aired news about his father. Because of that channel And always be able to see the father, then say out loud and proud if that person is his father.”
“Dan ...our sons were born at 28 weeks. Not much different from your son. And also on the verge of death. But, when Dan has grown and developed well, you gave him a new night of hurt. You've erased the high expectations and about you. About the father he missed so much. That will give him a warm hug the first time he meets, instead of a hateful look and acts of violence.”
“Aryasatya Xander.”
“You are a bad father.”
“ARRGH!”
Pri surnamed Xander was hitting his car steering hard as an impingement event. A big fact that his ex-wife has hidden has made his head completely centered on the information.
He has a son. Five year old. A handsome, healthy, smart son. Even almost decreased 80-90% physical accuracy and character with him. However, how could he be blinded by anger the first time he met the son? To the point that he acted recklessly. As a result, now he managed to set a new record as a father with the worst impression in the first meeting with his son.
“Palacidio Daniel Adhitama Xander, my son.”
Kissable lips belonging to the beautiful man seemed to tremble when echoing the name of the son. The name he thought was a doging*n man who had dared to date his wife. The name he had wanted to disappear from the world, turned out to be the name of his flesh blood.
Darren's sorry. Truly, if God could meet him right now, Darren would bow down before him to beg for forgiveness. He regretted being greedy, and regretted playing with fire behind his wife. He had failed to become a husband, and had also failed to become a father to his children.
Darren had tried to persuade his ex-wife to give him one chance, so that he could meet the son well. However, the result is nil. The beautiful woman who had borne the name Xander for 5 years remained firm in her stance. In front of his own eyes, without being prevented, his ex-wife took away the son. The young Xander did not even look at his father once before leaving, and chose to hide his face in the chest of the field belonging to another man.
It really hurts to see his own flesh and blood preferring another man. Choosing refuge in another man, instead of his own father. Be ill. Darren felt pain and tightness, as if his heart was not functioning properly.
“What's up?!” her tan was flat when she received the call from the number that had contacted her earlier. Currently Darren is indeed in front of the gate of the Atmarendra family mansion which is closed. He certainly did not get permission to visit, considering the many wounds he inflicted on the family's beloved princess.
“Miss Ella is awake, sir. He again raved indistinctly, even had a chance to rampage. The doctor then decided to tie his legs and hands.”
Darren let out a rough sigh while kneeling the temple.
“Doctors who deal with Miss Ella await your arrival. There's something to discuss about Miss Ella.”
“Hm. Just set up security in the hospital lobby, I'm coming in 15 minutes.”
After saying so, the man turned off the phone line next to the side. He then turned on the engine of the car, and with a heavy heart turned his vehicle. Away, leaving the ex-wife's residence.
Even the identity of Ella is also being a byword on various social media pages. The net residents are increasingly curious about the mysterious figure who is now a tranding topic due to the hashtag #mistressxander which is scattered everywhere. Not a few Ev fans who blaspheme the figure of Ella all-out because it has become an actor in their idol relationship.
“So like this, your wife has postpartum depression or PPD.”
“That is, doc?”
“Postpartum depression or PPD is different from baby blues syndrome which is a mood disorder or postpartum psychological disorder. Postpartum depression is caused by excessive stress. These two disorders are often considered the same. Although both of these disorders are disorders that both attack the psychic, but both have differences.”
The female doctor paused for a moment, in order to stare at the interlocutor who looked seriously listening.
“Baby blues syndrome is generally characterized by symptoms of mood swings and emotions that are quite dramatic. So that mothers often cry for no reason, more sensitive, easily tired, or so on. Postpartum depression has symptoms such as loss of appetite, or vice versa. Increased excessive appetite. Initially we thought your wife experienced baby bubbles, but after a thorough study it was not.”
“....”
“Different from the baby blues that only appear in the first weeks of childbirth, until the second week, PPD can last from the first month to one year.”
Darren took a deep breath, then slowly swallowed it. The burden of his mind. The mistress' condition could not be said to be alright. After performing the procedure Enhanced recovery after Cesarean surgery or ERACS, which is a method of Caesarean surgery with a special approach of care to optimize the health of the mother before, during and after surgery. Darren's goal is to approve this procedure so that mobility and postpartum recovery can be accelerated. Thus, the divorce process will also not be delayed too long.
Nevertheless, now Darren even get other information that is no less surprising.
“If the patient continues to rebel and rampage, it is feared can make the former stitches back open.” Added the doctor. “Therefore, as much as possible the patient is accompanied by his husband or family for a certain period of time in order to get moral support or emotional support.”
“Hm.” Darren's response was brief.
The young lady is here. He's all that woman has. So, inevitably Darren must obey the words of the doctor, right?
“I know it is not easy to make the departure of a child who has not even been born into the world. However, if it is not you who provides the greatest support for your wife, who else?”
The doctor smiled faintly. He knows who the patient is, and knows who the man who is currently being spoken to four eyes. His name is Darren Aryasatya Xander. The son of the Xander family who later became a topic tranding on various search pages. A young businessman who was exposed to scandal for being revealed to have ‘mistress’ behind his first wife. The doctor knew because it was quite up to date following some of the developments in digital information. However, it was not his realm to interfere. Here he is a doctor, and it is an obligation for a doctor to keep his patient's identity a secret. Even though there are many media out there who dare to pay anything to get information about the mistress Darren Aryasatya Xander who is now a patient.
“And can I advise as a parent, not as a doctor?”
Darren is fixated on the word ‘Dan’ which reminds him of the son.
“Bby?” ask the doctor, making sure.
“Ya,” Darren reply quickly.
“You should immediately solve the problem that is being the talk of various circles out there. Through clarification maybe. Because if your wife knows the information, it can add to the burden of her mind. Losing a child, and being talked about one Indonesia because of her status as a mistress, must have been very heavy.”
Darren nodded originally. Either for a valid reason, or some other reason. However, he promised to untangle the problems that currently entwine him one by one.
“What is he doing?” darren asked as he stared deep into the room behind the glass where he escaped.
“Tissue sir,” replied one of the bodyguards.
“Hm.”
Darren responds briefly. His footsteps felt glued to the door. He did not have enough strength to open the door. There is a hunk of guilt that makes it hard to step.
“Tuan.”
The familiar voice then managed to make him distract. “What's up, Dam?”
The bespectacled man who came in with a severed breath made Darren's eyebrows side up. “There is important news sir.”
“What news?”
“General meeting of shareholders just hosted.”
“What? How can there be a general meeting and I'm not involved?” surprised Darren, feeling no longer considered. He still holds the position of CEO.
“This meeting was held suddenly, sir. However, attended by almost all shareholders,” Damian added.
“Then why didn't you tell me, Damian!” wrath Darren. A raw blow was delivered to the secretary's stomach until the man vomited blood.
“Tuan ...uhuk ....uhuk ....” Lirih Damian, aware that he will match if facing the superior. However, he only relayed the information he had just obtained. What wrong?
“S-aya also just found out the meeting was held suddenly.” Damian try to explain. “In addition...”.
“What, traitor?” asked Darren while grinning thinly.
“Traitor...?” Damian Monologue.
Darren did not express the surprise of the secretary. He even came closer, bringing a deadly aura with him. “Since when did you betray me, Damian?”
“I ....never betray you ..uhuk ....uhuk.”
“So, huh? Then why don't you tell me the complete information about Dan?! Because of your stupidity, today I have hurt my own son!” he kicked the shin on the left side of the secretary until the owner groaned in pain.
Four bodyguards—including Elgara—that stand guard there can only be silent, tampa can do anything. If they break up, they could replace Damian.
“You hurt your son because of your own fault,” Damian replied while trying to stand with the rest of his strength.
“If today you lose the rights to your son, or the position of CEO, all of that is purely due to your mistakes, omissions, inconsistencies and insolence as a father or a businessman.”
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Sukabumi 26/04/22