The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend

The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend
DEPRESSIVE


Aaron enters Dean's now gloomy mansion as if uninhabited. Aaron doesn't understand why bad things keep happening to Dean. After Melanie's departure, followed by Richard's tragic and sad departure, today again Aaron must bring a sad news.


Aaron wasn't really heartened to pass on this sad news to Dean. But Dean still deserves to know, because Mr. Abram and Angela's mother are Dean's parents.


"Dee!" Call Aaron who's heading straight for Dean's room. Aaron opened the wooden door and the first sight that Aaron found was a room that had no shape. Many bottles of liquor were lying on the floor, as well as bed linen that were disheveled.


"Hooeeek!" There was Dean's voice coming from the toilet that was fused with Dean's room.


"Dean! You sick?" Aaron asked who hurriedly went inside the toilet to check on Dean.


Dean, who now looks messy, is vomiting in the toilet while his hands banging on the toilet wall.


"Dee!" Aaron hurriedly snatched the tissue to clean Dean's face, which was now so messy and covered in sweat.


The sideburns and whiskers that Dean had long hated, now filled Dean's face. The man's hair was also long irregular and unkempt.


"Dean, are you sick?" Aaron asked again, checking Dean's temperature.


Not feverish.


"Chia's pregnant." Deanyang racau suddenly had grabbed both shoulders of Aaron.


"Chia is pregnant with my son, Aaron! I'm sure it is!" Dean said again, laughing like crazy.


Nah!


This man had indeed gone mad because of the news of suffering that kept on befalling him.


"Chia's gone with Richard, Dean!" Aaron reminded Dean with his already foggy eyes.


"Conscious, Dean!" Aaron wiggles Dean's body to get his boss back to his senses and sane. Even though it's all impossible.


"Chia's pregnant, Aaron!" Dean had already released his grip on Aaron's shoulder and the man ran to his bed and opened the drawer on the nightstand next to the bed.


"Look!" Dean showed me a ring box with a diamond ring.


"See this Aaron!"


"I'm going to propose to Chia tonight because Chia is pregnant with my son! I'm sure of it, Aaron! I'm sure it is!" Dean said with sparkling eyes that actually made Aaron's heart become sad and sliced.


"Chia's gone for good, Dean! With your son Richard!" Shouted Aaron who had started to lose patience


"When are you gonna wake up from all this depression, Dean!" Aaron shook Dean's body in frustration and felt involved in stress with Dean's current condition.


"Chia and Richard are immunizing, Aaron! I'll play ball with Richard when they get home!" The sparkle in Dean's eyes had disappeared and a frustrated look was again visible on the man's face.


"Chia can't leave me, Aaron! We're getting married!"


"We're getting married because Chia's pregnant with my son!"


"Geek!" Dean returned nauseous and now the man was drinking to relieve his nausea.


Aaron could only look at Dean for concern before the man sat on the floor next to Dean, who was staring blankly at his window.


"Dean, your mom and dad" said Aaron Lyrih who actually did not want to convey this sad news to Dean who was still depressed due to the departure of Richard and Chia.


"They were on vacation in Europe" Dean replied before chugging a drink back in his bottle. Then a second later, Dean returned nauseous and spouted a drink he had just drunk.


"Suck!" Bump Dean while slamming the bottle in his hand.


"Dean, both of your parents were victims in a plane crash" said Aaron, who briefly left Dean speechless. Before then the boss of Aaron was laughing out loud as if the news delivered by Aaron was a funny thing.


"Did they trick you? They're on vacation and having fun in Europe!" Said Dean once again who was still laughing out loud.


"Dean, I'm serious!" An irritated Aaron took Dean's shoulders back and stared in seriousness into Dean's face.


"Your father and mother didn't make it, Dean!" Said Aaron again who only Dean responded with a silence.


"I'm so sorry, Dean!" Aaron's been instead embracing Dean's body which is just sculpting.


"I'm sorry, too" repeated Aaron once again in a sad tone of concern.


"They're just on vacation."


"They're all just going on vacation and soon they'll be home."


"They're definitely going back to this house."


"They're just on vacation."


"Richard, man,"


"Chia, uh,"


"Mom, Papa,"


Dean continued to mutter and mumbled and Aaron did not give up his embrace to his friend and boss.


Until dusk, Dean's rapprochement still hasn't stopped. Occasionally the man will also be nauseous on the sidelines he raved. Maybe Aaron should call Uncle Doctor to check on Dean's condition, which is now getting thinner.


****


Three years later.


Tok tok!


The sound of a knock on the door instantly made Dean raise his head.


"Lake in!" Dean said in a flat tone, before the man went back to writing something on the paper before him.


Aaron went into Dean's room, carrying a stack of files.


"Jiang, Boss! What do you want for lunch?" Say hello to Aaron who put the files on Dean's desk.


"Burning chicken" Dean answered Aaron's question.


Short and compact!


Dean has been very talkative since the severe depression that hit him a few years ago after everyone Dean loved left Dean. For months Dean wallowed with his depression, so that the man had almost ended his life and did not stop banging his head against the wall of the room.


A frustrated Aaron is forced to take Dean to a psychiatrist to cure his depression. And after that, the sedative seemed to be Dean's friend for a year. Dean continues to be accompanied by a psychiatrist for the recovery of his shaken soul, and the last three months, Dean has finally been able to move normally.


Although Dean is now different from the old Dean, but at least Aaron can breathe a little relieved, because his boss has started to improve his appearance and began to return to the office.


Dean is turning into a workaholic now and the whole day the man will just stay in his room, then attend meetings, check the files again. Like that all day and sometimes even late at night. Sometimes Dean doesn't come home and sleep in the office until the day changes again.


Dean also suffered from early dementia due to his shaken soul as well as the severe depression the man had experienced years earlier. Dean now has a hard time remembering the events of the past few years that Aaron didn't remind him. Even sometimes Aaron Dean's name is also forgotten and mispronounced.


"Dean, about the project in town S. I'm sorry for not being able to leave at your command."


"HPL Claudia this week and I have promised to accompany Claudia during labor" Aaron said a little hesitantly. Hope Dean will understand and give the task of visiting to others.


"You're going to be a father? Why never tell a story?" Dean asked without looking at Aaron. The man kept busy writing on the white paper.


"Yes, I've already told you about it and invited you to Claudia's seven-monthly event as well. Maybe you don't remember it." Mumbled Aaron who again had to understand the nature of easily forget Dean.


"Claudia is your wife?" Dean asked who finally lifted his face and looked towards Aaron.


"Yes, Claudia's my wife. You only met her two days ago when Claudia came here to deliver my lunch," Aaron replied.


"I'm sorry, I don't remember" Dean said before the man returned to writing.


Aaron had to take a deep breath again, because Dean's senility seemed to have become more and more.


"Meeting next what time, Aaron?" Dean asked Aaron next.


"Jam two." Answer Aaron quickly.


"So, you were gonna have a grilled chicken lunch, huh? I'll order you" Aaron opened his phone.


"Who wants to eat grilled chicken? I was saying that I wanted to eat some rice, '" said Dean, who really made Aaron stroke his chest.


"Padow rice? All righty! Your favorite side dish rice, "Aaron made a quick order on his phone before Dean changed his mind.


"Tumben do you remember? Your senile is gone, Aaron?" Dean asked who really made Aaron want to yell annoyed.


"You're the senile one, Mr. Dean Alexander!"


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