The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
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The image is being handled by his obstetrician.

While on the way, Aksa had contacted the Citra obstetrician first. So, he had already prepared and directly handled the Imagery once they arrived. While Aksa, she still had to wait outside.

Please worry, Aksa is like an iron pacing around and around.

While praying, yes, that was all he could do now.

Imagine what bad things could happen due to heavy bleeding in Citra.

Half an hour later the doctor came out with a face that Aksa herself already knew the meaning of.

Aksa shook her head repeatedly. His heart refused to accept the truth.

Satria and Lena immediately stood up to Aksa.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Aksa ! But her fetus can't be saved."

The doctor's words seemed to make Aksa's world collapse. He really fell deeply now.

His feet were limp until he fell.

Satria who was beside him immediately helped him up and took him sitting.

"Doctor Aksa must be strong ! Ibu Citra desperately needs a Doctor, now ! He was also devastated by this loss." Continue the obstetrician.

Hearing the doctor's words, Aksa tried to strengthen her heart which was not very well.

This is what it feels like to lose ? Sick ! It hurts so much !!!

Aksa got up from his seat. Rubbed his face violently. Breathe deeply and exhale repeatedly.

Adjust his breath so that Citra does not know its fragility. He should be the pillar for Citra to hold on to in a slump like this. Even though she was also in a slump, she was a husband.

"You can do it !" Said Satria cheering.

Aksa simply nodded and slowly walked into the room where Citra was.

Inside there was the sound of the wife crying. The sound of crying was so heartbreaking.

Aksa immediately approached him and carried the fragile body into his arms. Burning that sad face on his chest which was actually also rumbling was really great.

"Our son, Mas..." Say the image on the sidelines of his cry.

Aksa stroking head Citra. His lips were unable to speak.

"Our son..." Once again the image is crying.

"It's destiny baby, we have to take it. Our children will be angels who will always look after us. And we, will always remember him here..." Saga's words touched Citra's chest.

The image cry was getting broken.

For the second time he had to feel the pain of losing.

The child he had been waiting for, the child who would become his friend through his days as a parent, was now gone.

"I know it's heavy. It is heavy ! I can't take it either. Sick ? Yes ! I feel the same way. But I must be strong, for your sake ! Because I know, you're fragile."

Aleta's body shook with her cries that did not want to stop.

Saga could only hug him, caress him, hoping that his embrace could calm his wife a little.

After crying for a long time until his eyes were completely puffy, Citra lifted her head from Aksa's chest.

"I'm sorry, Mom..." The image of looking at her husband's wet eyes.

In those eyes was also very clearly depicted the same sadness as him.

"Why apologize ?" Aksa rubbed the remains of tears that occasionally still dripped on Citra's face.

"I failed to be a mother, even when our child was still in the womb. I can't take good care of her until she has to leave before she can see her mom and dad." Lirih Citra's.

"Shhhh..." Aksa put his finger right on Citra's lips until Citra no longer spoke.

The one you should relax should instead be thinking about all my problems and affecting our child. I'm sorry I dragged you into a life like this. I'm sorry I always put you in danger." Aksa's words can no longer stem his feelings.

Defense's collapsed. Her tears washed her cheeks.

"I never regret having entered your world, Mas." Sahut Citra is short but can silence Aksa.

Aksa brought Citra back into his arms. The image is now calmer. Same with Aksa.

They were still hugging each other in the room.

"Yes..." Call Citra.

"I'd like to take our child's fetus to his resting place." Further.

Aksa held both of Citra's shoulders, carrying the body a little away, so that she could clearly look into those sad eyes.

"You're still not recovered, baby. Your womb's still hurt." Saga reminded Citra of her condition.

"I can, Mom ! I can hold it ! At least just dropping off, after that you can take me back to this hospital. I beg you, Mas..." Citra.

Aksa is unlikely to make Citra disappointed and sadder if she refuses Citra's request.

"All right ! But then we went back to the hospital. You need to be treated first." Aksa's words made a little smile again engraved on Citra's face.

"Thank you, Mum..."

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On top of a pile of dirt, stuck in a gravestone. In front of the tomb, everyone shed their tears of sorrow along with the flowers that were sown on the ground.

Behind the sunglasses, his tears just kept flowing without wanting to stop.

Citra desperately wants to hug her son's navel, but Aksa does not allow her to get out of her wheelchair.

"You're patient, Citra... I'm sure there's God's intent behind all this." Hilda's words strengthened her daughter-in-law's heart.

"Yes, Ma. Thank you." Thank you." Answer irent.

Some of the families who joined the service began to go home one by one, including Hilda and Aris.

Stay Aksa, Citra, Roy, Lena and Satria.

Aksa wants to give Citra more time here.

After feeling enough, Aksa also invited Citra to immediately return to the hospital.

"Darling, we're back at the hospital now yeah..." Aksa.

"Yes, it's Mas !" The answer.

Aksa immediately held the wheelchair handle was about to push it.

"Darling, mom and dad go home first... You're fine there. Mama and papa will visit you here often." Image before leaving his son's grave.

Aksa smiled at him, and they immediately left followed by the others.

Aksa helps Citra to get into the car, while Roy inserts his wheelchair into the trunk.

"So soon finish it now ! I don't want to linger any longer !!! I have lost my son !!! I don't want to lose more." Aksa gave the order to Roy. His voice sounded so heavy as to restrain emotions.

"Lo be calm ! Let me and Satria finish it. Focus on the image first !"

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Seriate,