The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
Jealousy Aksa

While in Indonesia, Aksa just came out of the operating room. His assistant said Roy called the hospital looking for Aksa's doctor.

Aksa immediately ran into his room, immediately retrieving his phone. Because he knows, if Roy reaches the hospital there must be something important.

"Hallo Roy, how's Citra doing ?" ask Aksa who immediately contacted Roy as soon as reading a message from Roy.

"He's devastated, he needs support." Roy.

"Gue go there now !!"

"Don't Sa !! Better take care of it there. The image asks for his mother's funeral next to his father's grave. You can take care of that there, let me take care of the repatriation of the body from here. I've been to Citra, and she knows.' said Roy.

"Thank you very much, Roy. Can I talk to Citra ?" ask Aksa.

"Start,"

Then Roy gave his phone to Citra who was still sobbing next to the body of the mother.

"Cit, Aksa wants to talk !"

Image grabbed Roy's phone.

"Hallo Mas." Citra's voice shook and Citra's tears spilled again while talking to her husband.

"Honey.. ikhlaskan ya!! Remember, we have tried the rest of God who has power." said Aksa.

"But... I've failed, Mom... I still can't make you heal !!' The image is getting sobbing.

Aksa was getting tormented thinking about the state of Citra there. Right now he really wanted to hug Citra.

"Dear not, you did not fail !! You have been more than enough all this time fighting for the recovery of mother !!"

The image did not answer, it could only cry bitterly.

"Darling, I'll take care of everything here. And there will be handled by Roy. I'll wait for you here. Do you mind ?" ask Aksa.

"Yes, thank you for everything, Mom."

"Don't thank me. This is my responsibility as your husband !! You are strong and strong, baby. That's the image I know. Remember baby, I'm happy there !!" retali Aksa tried to calm the image.

The call ended.

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Exactly at 18:30 the body arrived at Halim Perdana Kusumah Airport.

Aksa was waiting for his beloved wife and also his best friend.

When the figure of Citra is seen being embraced by Roy walking in the back accompanying the coffin to be inserted into the Ambulance, Aksa immediately approached them.

Aksa actually really dislikes seeing Roy who is too close to Citra, but she tries to ignore that feeling because she realizes this is not the right time to be jealous.

Currently Citra really needs a back up.

"Darling... Your strong, okay !!" whispered Aksa while peeping Citra's head.

He only felt a tightness in his chest, remembering his struggles, as he worked at night and during the day he looked after his mother.

It felt like he was yelling at this world, which was never fair to him.

The image is really tired but he should still look strong in front of the people who always underestimate him.

The body arrived at the funeral home that Aksa had prepared.

Satria came to serve with her parents. Satria had a chance to see Aksa, but Satria ignored him. He focused on Citra and approached Citra.

Seeing that, Aksa immediately pulled Citra's body closer to her and wrapped one of her hands around Citra's waist.

It is certainly the center of attention of the neighbors. Because they do not know if Citra is married.

"Mas.don't be like this. Shame, so many people !!" image Protest with Aksa's behavior.

"Sstt..have, justin !! After all, the others already know I'm your husband !" Answer Aksa.

"Huh !"

"I have to take care of you and our son from that KW superhero !!" whispered Aksa.

The image frowned.

"Superhero KW ?" tanya Citra repeated her husband's words.

"That's the Black Steel Satria heading this way !!" said Aksa.

"Astaghfirullah's... Mas !!" Citra can only be privileged with the jealousy of her husband who likes to come not on time.

"Partner... I'm sorry." said Satria when faced with Citra and Aksa.

"Yes, Sat. Thank you !" answer Citra.

"May I help to bury your mother ?" ask Satri.

"Si-," Citra had not had time to answer, Aksa had cut his words.

"I'm her husband, and some people will help !" reject Aksa.

"Oh, fine then." Said Satria and then moved away.

And again the image can only sigh.

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Seriate,