Unemployment Up Pelaminan
Chapter 64
6 Months ago.
The figure of a beautiful woman who works as a general practitioner at one of the private hospitals in Bali. Her beauty is able to invite the attention of men, not imaginary so many opposite sex try to approach the beautiful doctor even from various circles. Sometimes there are patients who openly flirt or the patient's family who tried to match him with relatives of the patient but never taken seriously by the beautiful doctor is not without reason his heart was locked can not accept another man and until now his heart still belongs to his former lover.
The last relationship he lived certainly gave a lot of stories especially the relationship was established up to 9 years. One thing that makes the relationship run aground is the inability of the woman out of the shadows of the past that happened to her parents until it ended in divorce. He lives haunted by feelings of unease every time he thinks about the direction of the relationship with the former first, until one decision he chose to end the relationship that has been established for 9 years. In fact, as long as the relationship is not able to make the belief in a marriage appear even somehow it feels increasingly impossible to build a household because the trauma increasingly strangles him.
Bali became a place of escape after breaking up from the former. There, he can rearrange his life even though alone without anyone accompanying him because that is his desire to live a quiet life even alone. But apparently, his life did not go as he wanted, his new workplace so much gave him various problems until now he was pregnant.
“I want to meet with doc Andrew,”
“Doctor Andrew is handling surgery, doctor, if the doctor deigns to wait please maybe soon finished,”
“Ah, yes well I just wait,”
“Then I excuse doctor Citra,”
“Good sus,”
The woman, called Citra, chose to sit in one of the chairs waiting for the head doctor of the hospital where she worked. The image of Hermawan, a 32-year-old doctor, has a beautiful face and white skin and is smooth without gaps, his hands were endlessly squeezing the tip of the suit he was wearing and withstanding the strange turmoil in him and also the dizziness in his head was increasingly agonizing.
Almost half an hour of waiting, the awaited figure finally came. The image of standing from the chair stared fixedly at the bead of the handsome man in the face who had mixed blood.
“What's up?” asked the man sharply full of probing at Citra.
The image swallowed his saliva then took pains to make a sound, “we need to talk!”
The man raised one eyebrow high, then took Citra into the room.
“I don't have much time please tell me what your purpose is here!”
Image clenched hands, holding back the anger that is now starting to reach, “i'm pregnant, you're mine!” he said straightforwardly.
“Are you kidding me? Hel yes! Fucking ****! Fall it! Aren't we both drunk? It's not my fault, so I have no right to be responsible, right?”
Image hit the table hard no matter the pain he felt, “fuck! But its yours! This kid's off your fucking seed! I am not as good as other women but I will never drop my own flesh and blood!”
The man named Andrew was finally provoked by emotions, he stood up from the chair grabbed Citra's chin and pressed it firmly.
“I don't care! Whatever, if you want to keep the fetus but never hold it accountable from me because until whenever it won't happen, I don't want to admit the fetus! Now you're out of my room! Go!”
Andrew firmly pushed Citra down to the floor. A thread of tears just dripped down, with the rest of the energy Citra woke up her eyes looking intently at Andrew then gave one hard slap across the man's cheek.
“Job! I swear that whenever I won't see you again and when I give birth, this child will just be my son! Catch that!” The image turned around leaving Andrew's room.
The image ran towards his room, he could not help but feel disappointed, sad and angry melting into one. The image could not accept what happened to him. The image continues to roar, regretting his stupid actions. That night, it was a dark night that took everything until there was nothing left. Instead of wanting to calm down with a hangover ended up with tremendous regret. Everything had been snatched away, his future seemed priceless again and there was nothing he could be proud of anymore. Everything is lost and destroyed.
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In a small apartment, the figure of a pregnant woman looks restless in her sleep, the shadow appears again. The image awakens with heavy breathing. He grabbed his own hair, his heart ached and claustrophobic in light of the incident. The image shook its head violently casting away the shadow of that bastard man. Nah! He could not remember the man anymore.
He glanced at the clock on the wall showing at 9am, his hand grabbing the phone lying beside him. His fingers moved nimbly pressing the keyboard typing the name of the male contact who became his place of help, although he continued rejection to get Citra will not give up trying for the sake of the child in the womb.
The image rushed to clean up and would go out to meet his ex-lover. Plain pink long dress is the choice of the pregnant woman, her hair in a straight outlet and wear a black bando. He grabbed a slingbag hanging behind the door and then stepped out of the apartment not forgetting to book an online taxi that would take him to the hospital where someone worked.
The journey took half an hour, Citra got off the taxi walking confidently entering the hospital. His legs stepped down the hallway after hallway until he reached a room with a sign that read the name of Doctor Bhanu.
Just as Citra wanted to knock on the door of the room, Tya's figure came out of the room and greeted her kindly but the questionable strokes were clearly visible from Tya's facial features.
“Loh, it seems that time is not it?” chirps Tya.
The image draws a thin smile while nodding slowly, “iya, doctor Bhanu is inside?”
“There, mbak,”
“I can enter, I have business with doctor Bhanu, can?”
“Why Tya? Oh, yes please later if there is my sister-in-law come directly tell me to go in,” exclaimed Bhanu did not realize if Citra that entered the room is not Tya.
The image of a loud thud causes Bhanu to turn her head and makes the man surprised because of his sudden arrival in the room of his former lover.
“Citra?” bhanu's mouth opened to see the appearance of Citra in front of him.
Citra put on a sweet smile without a word occupied the chair until he faced Bhanu. He could see the handsome face of his former lover clearly and closely, a face so hard to lose in his mind and heart, that face seemed to continue dancing hauntingly.
“Hai!” the sweep is very slow.
There was a rough gasp of breath from Bhanu— the man relaxed his muscles, his eyes staring intently towards Citra.
“What's up? Since when did you become a fool like this Citra! Until when will you keep coming to see me, I didn't tell you I wouldn't help you because it would be the same thing that would destroy my household! Please don't bother me, I'm not as good as you think I won't help you this time let alone take responsibility for a fetus that doesn't belong to me! Get out, please!”
The image squeezes his hand over his lap, he knows the rejection will continue to get, but if Bhanu insists then he is the same until he gets what he wants.
“Please! I just need my status and my son! Marry me until this child is born, after that you can divorce me, I just want my son to get his father's name on his act, I don't want my son to be ridiculed for not having a father! Please, By, don't you really like kids, do you? My son can be your son too—”
Bhanu laughed mockingly while saying, “stop it! No need to continue your nonsense sentence, Citra! Do you forget or do not know, if I already have children, even my child is two so why do I consider your child as my child? Who are you, my wife? Wasn't it! Please, you are also a Cit woman, appreciate my wife's feelings, with this attitude of yours it can hurt my wife!”
“I just want justice, By—”
“What justice do you mean? You're in the wrong place to seek justice, because you won't get anything from me. Remember, you and I have no relationship and the child you bear is not my flesh and blood, so you are wrong to ask me for justice! I'm still wondering, where is the man who impregnated you, why is it not the same as him you hold accountable, he has the right to be responsible for the fetus you bear!” cerca Bhanu was upset at Citra.
The eyes of Citra, which had been dewy, were now wet as tears began to drip. His heart ached when he heard Bhanu's insults let alone allude to the jerk man.
“Originally you know, By, if he wanted to be responsible I wouldn't bother begging with you either! He's a jerk, By, he's taking all his responsibilities off of the kid I'm carrying. We were both wrong, we were drunk but he wouldn't accept his son even tell me to drop my womb, evil right? I still have a heart for not killing my own son, By! I want to raise my son, but I need someone who can change the position of that jerk, By! I know I don't deserve you anymore, but I just want to ask you to marry me for the sake of this child, By please—” Citra can't continue the sentence anymore, please, he could only cry bitterly.
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“Iya, mas sek so patient, I'm again on the road but stop by for lunch because Bhanu forgot to bring, younes dilit kok, yo, Assalamualaikum!”
Banyu turns his car into the hospital where Bhanu works. His brother forgot to bring the provisions made by his sister as a result, Ane asked him to help bring the provisions which happened to be he would come out to meet Rangga at the cafe.
Before disembarking, Banyu called the brother-in-law first to meet in the lobby but his phone call was not lifted inevitably Banyu immediately brought the provisions to Bhanu's room. Along the way, Banyu occasionally nods when someone throws a smile at him, his feet stepping surely towards Bhanu's room and his legs immediately stopped when the figure of the woman he had met at Bhanu's house. The same woman, of course, invites a lot of questions in her head especially the appearance of the woman reflects not okay. Blotchy eyes, a red nose, and a trail of tears clearly wet the woman's cheeks.
Bhanu held her breath, Banyu saw Citra of course Bhanu was afraid if Banyu thought nothing of her and also Citra. The atmosphere became tense and awkward. Banyu cleared his throat, his eyes glancing at Bhanu full of probing.
“This, I forgot to bring!” Banyu handed me a paper bag containing Bhanu's stock box.
“Still, sorry mas repotin,” reply Bhanu carve a smile a little forcefully.
“Well, same, oh yeah, this was yesterday, right? So you know my brother-in-law?” Banyu looked at Citra's now confused face to answer what while Bhanu flinch and wonder what Banyu was talking about.
“But, what do you mean?” todong Bhanu's.
Banyu moved his head then turned to Bhanu again, “iya, yesterday afternoon came to the house, continued fitting Banyu ask who eh eh run away,”
“You are that close, Citra? Stop, don't repeat! Please leave here and don't see me again, remember our relationship is over and I won't do what you asked!”
“But by—” Citra held Bhanu's arm but as fast as lightning the man brushed his hand away.
“Please go!” oust Bhanu threw a gaze full of warning at Citra.
The image of giving up, he swallowed the bitterness he received. The pregnant woman twisted her body walking away from Bhanu as well as Banyu.
Bhanu massaged his forehead feeling dizzy, Banyu was silent for a moment looking fixed on Citra's back until invisible again.
“Sorry he is ready mas?” Banyu asked Bhanu because he could no longer bear to know who Citra was.
Bhanu invites Banyu into her room and explains who Citra is and what she wants to see her constantly.