The Crack of a Heart
More Pain Than Wounds

Danish took her eyes off the laptop screen. Now looking at Rinto with such a cold and indifferent highlight.

"Let me alone, please don't discuss that anymore."

A moment later Danish looked back at her laptop screen. While Rinto furrowed his brows, feeling astonished and strange with his boss.

"Sorry sir before, not the intention to patronize. But it would not be nice for Mr. Danish to accompany his wife in the hospital. He needs more support than you. Though as far as I know that women after the cesarean section can mentally fall if ignored and feel no one cares about it. Sorry sir once again, sir, if indeed Mr. Danish wants to accompany your wife in the hospital, let my work affairs handle."

Feeling that there was no response from Danish, Rinto finally said goodbye. "If you'll excuse me sir."

After the door was closed again by Rinto, Danish placed both hands on the table. His face was rubbed rough and immediately flushed. You could say at this time Danish is not wearing the heart.

Amidst the complicated reality that he had to accept, a call with the name of the brother entered his cellphone. Danish sighed, then replied.

"Hallo Kak," said Danish who sounded like mediocre.

"Nish, it seems like today your brother and sister-in-law can't look at Arifa. There was a sudden job out of the country. Bianka also wants to tour with Aldi. Please convey our apologies to Arifa."

"Yes, sister, I'll tell you."

Then ... The phone call was ended by Danish. Instead of rushing to the hospital, Danish continued her work.

What's up with that guy? is it so hard to be next to your wife for now? Without him knowing, his attitude like this made his wife continue to abuse herself.

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The next day, this afternoon Danish will meet Amora at a cafe that has been made reservation by Rinto. The day yesterday, Danish did not go to the hospital at all even though he only saw the situation of the wife. Absolutely outrageous. If Farhan knew, he might have been cursed.

While in the hospital, Arifa was allowed to go home. The woman deliberately did not tell her husband or Farhan. Because right now he really wants to be alone.

A nurse who was in the hospital taking care of Arifa, returned from the administration to the room where she was being treated. In the hands of the nurse Arifa can rise from her slump, and also the need for her return was taken care of by the nurse.

"This lady has completed her administration file" the nurse said, handing over the paper to Arifa.

"Thank you so much Sus, I don't feel lonely anymore because there are Sisters while I'm here" Arifa said, hugging the nurse as if hugging her own mother.

The nurse was crying. "Sama-sama Madam .. " then let go of her embrace. "May the Madam be in good health always" he said, offering prayers for Arifa.

"Aamiin, Sister too." They both smiled at each other.

After everything was ready, Arifa escorted the nurse to the front of the lobby using a wheelchair. The car that had been waiting for him there was not a car that Lee used to drive. But the online taxi was booked by Arifa when the nurse took care of the administration for her.

The car door was closed again by the taxi driver, after which the car window glass was accidentally opened by Arifa. Both of his palms were joined together.

"Thank you so much Sister."

"Be careful on the road, ma'am."

The car drove away from the hospital. The distance from the hospital to his residence in the city of D can be said to be quite far. Along the way, Arifa just fell silent while looking out the window. He didn't feel he was asleep either.

An hour along the toll, the car finally entered the city area D. Rows of luxury cafes along the city center are the view today. Between the buildings was a cafe that became the center of attention from a distance.

Unfortunately the cafe is located across the road and the road to turn the direction is still quite far. Arifa asked the taxi driver first.

"Sir, would you take me to Sehati's cafe over there?" Arifa pointed towards the cafe in question.

"Oh well, Madam. But for the rates to be adjusted yes," replied the driver. Do not want to lose so that it can be exceeded from the deposit.

"Yes, calm down." Arifa.

But when passing the cafe that wants to go, Arifa saw a man who is very familiar. He was not alone but with a woman in the cafe. It is very clear from the large transparent glass.

His heart was pierced with a sharp sword, sick. So hurt. Just imagine, to accompany his wife in the hospital alone the man was so reluctant. Now, he looks happy while chatting with a woman who is also known by Arifa.

Yeah, of course you are. They are Danish and Amora. The view of Arifa can not be separated from them, especially the dense road creeping. Probably because it'll be nearing the red light in front. The sight made him feel even more torn apart. The problem is to beat the post-operative wound.

"Sir, we go straight to our main destination" said Arifa with eyes still watching her husband from a distance. Her tears fell out of nowhere. Flowing, even dripping and wetting his clothes.

Without asking anything more and visible from the face of Arifa who was very sad, the taxi driver just nodded in understanding. After passing a red light, the road began to smooth again.

Arifa was no longer able to hold back her tears, and now she was touched by a hand that covered her mouth. The driver watched from the small glass in front of him. He felt pity, but only prayed in his heart so that Arifa could find happiness after this.

Ten minutes later, Arifa had arrived at her residence with the Danish. The house looked deserted, there was only a security guard and a servant who welcomed his return.

"Mrs, my goodness. When I came home I didn't say anything. You didn't tell us either" said one of the waiters. Arifa just smiled.

"May I ask for help?" Arifa asked now.

"By the lady dong, what would you like to ask for help?"

"Prepare the guest room for me, keep the clothes in the room please move to the guest room yes," said Arifa. She sat on the sofa in the living room.

The three maids before him furrowed their brows and exchanged glances. They feel astonished. What exactly happened to their mistress? Not wanting to argue, the three maids nodded their heads assenting.

"Okay, ma'am, we'll do it. Then excuse me."

...Connect ......