
A week later...
"Today's the Twins' immunization schedule. We'll go to the hospital later this afternoon after you get home from work" Kinan asked.
"OK baby. Salman's brother will come?" ask Refan.
"The Father donk Pa. Salman's brother wants to be careful" replied Salman.
"Then eat a lot yes let strong and fast big. If Salman's brother is strong, then he can take care of his brother" said Refan.
"Okay Papa" replied Salman.
In the afternoon, Refan and his wife and children left for the hospital where the twins were born. Carrying the Twin's stroller they pushed the twins and walked into the Hospital to the pediatrician's office.
Along with them entering suddenly - there was a commotion from the direction of the ER.
"Tolooong.please my wife" shouted one man.
Because his voice was so strong Refan glanced towards the arrival of the voice and how surprised he saw who he saw.
"Arga." said Refan.
Kinan immediately looked towards Refan's gaze. They saw Arga opening the car door while shouting. Before long the doctors and nurses came with a push bed.
They took out the body of Arga's wife filled with blood. At that time, Arga's wife was unconscious.
"What is this, sir? Why can my wife be like this?" ask Doctor.
"Please doc my wife just fell in the bathroom. His head and stomach hit the floor" replied Arga.
Refan and Kinan watched all of that without saying anything.
"Astaghfirullah, O Allah, save the woman and her child" Kinan murmured softly.
"Yuk yank we're out of here. I don't want to see his face" Refan asked.
Although a moment but Arga had looked at Refan's face but he immediately followed the doctor who brought his wife to the ER room.
While Refan and Kinan continue their steps towards paediatrician practice.
Two hours later, Refan and his family were about to leave the hospital. They walked from the pediatric clinic to the hospital exit and passed through the operating room.
Refan and Kinan were very surprised to see the scene in front of them. Arga was sitting in front of the operating room and with him was a pair of elderly married men who were crying cuddling.
Arga's face looks very messed up and his cheeks look wet.
"What happened to him?" ask Kinan.
"I don't care what he's going through. Perhaps he is serving his sentence" replied Refan with a hardened jaw.
Arga immediately ran over to Refan. But Refan immediately invited Kinan to leave.
"Refan wait." said Arga.
"Let's go yank. I don't know him" Refan told Kinan.
"Fan please." said Arga.
Refan was silent and then turned his body.
"I'm sorry Fan. Please forgive me. At the moment my wife and son are in danger, I don't know if they will both survive" Arga said.
"So what do you want to ask for help? Ask me to curse your life? So that you feel what I felt first hahaha... Just take Arga. Why now you just want to ask for help with this kind of compassion. A week ago you were still haughty and pretending in front of your wife. I will pray that your wife is safe so that your wife knows how bad her husband is" said Refan.
"I'm sorry Fan, I'm sorry" asked Arga in condolence.
"It's too late Renita's gone. And why are you apologizing to me. Apologize to Renita. Not to me, I'm happy with my new family" Refan said.
Arga saw the children of Refan.
"Where's my son Fan? Where's my son Fan?" ask Arga.
"Which son are you? You have kids? Aren't your kids and your wife struggling to live in the operating room?" ask Refan.
"A. My son and Renita Fan" replied Arga.
"Since when have you had a child with Renita. You're her husband?" bentak Refan's.
"A. I'm sorry Fan. Renita's pregnant with my son. She died giving birth to our daughter" replied Arga.
"Owh. I don't know about that. You just ask Renita to eat maybe you will get the answer. When the wife is critical, you are talking about someone else's wife. You are a jerk" said Refan.
"I know. I know, I'm a fucking Fan. That's why I apologized to you. My wife and children are wrong, I am wrong. Don't make amends for my mistakes. Let me just. " said Arga.
"If you ask Allah Ga. I am not a God who can determine who should be punished for his sins. May your luck be luckier than me" Refan patted Arga on the shoulder furiously but not the clap was not a mere punch a touch so that Arga was more aware his mistake was already very big.
"Let's go, baby, now. Such a scene is not good for our children" Refan told Kinan.
Refan and Kinan donated the Twin's stroller together. Arga wept staring at the departure of Refan and his little family.
He now realized what his wife was going through was because of his mistakes in the past. His wife fell in the bathroom and suffered a blow to her head and stomach.
The doctor must immediately operate on his wife's stomach to save one of the two and Arga chooses his wife. When he saw Refan he remembered his son with Renita.
If later his son can not be saved at least he still has children from his relationship with Renita. Because Arga knows how he and his wife struggle to get their baby at this time.
They have been married for a long time but have not had children. His wife underwent a tube baby pregnancy program three times and only this time successfully. If his son dies at this time his chances of getting offspring are very difficult.
While it was impossible for him to divorce his wife because all the possessions he had all came from his wife. All his wealth and company were under the influence of his wife's family.
Arga only hope that if later his wife survived, slowly he will tell his wife if he has children maybe his wife will accept and take care of his child to be their child.
So seeing Refan earlier Arga began to devise a plan from the beginning so that he could find out the whereabouts of his son with Renita.
I don't know why the idea just came when he saw Refan and he will still carry out his plan after his wife later recovered.
Arga again sat in front of the operating room waiting for the results from the doctor whether his wife and child could be the same - as safe or only his wife who survived.
He was very hopeful that his wife survived because if it was not certain he would be expelled by his wife's family. It means he's going to be a poor man.
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