Unemployment Up Pelaminan

Unemployment Up Pelaminan
Chapter 68


“I'll help mbak!”


The image raised its gaze towards Ane who put on a serious look. The image sharpened his hearing once again to make sure that he did not mishear.


“A—pa?” gaina can't believe it.


Ane nodded, “iya, I will help mbak!” reworked.


The image widened his eyes, he straightened his body and said, “what do you mean? You allowed Bhanu to marry me? That's what you mean?”


A small smile rises on Ane's lips, “ apparently can't forget with me said before, well I remind you once again, I don't like to share and share my husband's love mbak. Yes, I will help, but in another way, justice and recognition from the man, I will try, but I need his cooperation, he said, I can not walk alone let alone I do not know the man, mbak willing?”


The image chuckles slowly, he does not believe and further underestimates Ane's confident attitude, “you also forget it turns out, well I remind you again, Andrew is not an ordinary person who is easy to beat, Andrew, I tried everything but in vain, even he threatened back, then in what way did you do? Already all, if indeed you are not willing to help me according to my wishes no problem—”


“If he can use devious means then we must be clever mbak! If he can find the CCTV footage easily, why can't we?”


“Beda! He had the power to bribe anyone with money! I'm sure he's shut the club owner's mouth and paid the man he claims to be my son's father with a lot of money. Andrew was not only the hospital's chief doctor but the son of the hospital's owner!”


“Mbak, if since the beginning mbak already pessimistic like this, I am not even sure if mbak actually do not need what mbak want, or maybe it just mbak want recognition from my husband?”


“You—”


Ane grabbed the hand of Citra floating in the air, Ane tried to stay calm, really Ane turned into another person. Is this the other side of a wife who feels threatened over being pushed away from another woman?


“My intentions are good! Please cooperate, your child needs a confession, right? Therefore please, do not insist like this. I help mbak and mbak also help me,”


The image of choosing to silence thinking about the words of Ane and the fate of her son, Ane's words have a point, hanging hope on Bhanu it seems no longer possible that she had obtained an ultimatum from Ane and Bhanu. Anger, anger and disappointment still gnawed at Andrew, so there was no harm in accepting the help Ane offered him.


”Oke, I hope you can really help me!”


Smile expands on the lips Ane, “yah, if mbak sure then the road will be easier!”


Suddenly Citra's stomach tightened and the pain hit her. The reflex image squeezing his stomach endured the pain, frantically controlling Ane standing up from a chair approaching Citra was groaning in pain.


“Please, this hurts once!” lirih Citra's.


Ane calls her husband and sister to help her take Citra to the hospital.


“Let the car is carrying, you and Bhanu mas directly to the parking lot, please open the car door belonging to the mas, let this mbak join the car mas only,”, Rangga said to the sister.


Ane invites Bhanu to the parking lot according to Rangga's instructions.


“Sorry I permission to hold mbak,” permission Rangga tucked one hand on Citra's waist and the other on the back of the woman's knee.


Amidst the pain felt, Citra was stunned when Rangga's heavy voice asked her permission, it was polite and handsome that reflected the figure of Rangga on Citra. Even without permission Citra would not protest because it needed help, a strange feeling burst into his heart. The pain he felt was not as painful as before.


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“Honey, we go home aja yuk, Citra is safe here later papa titipin in the nurse or doctor, pity Chana, Nai also have slept pity, pity,” Bhanu sits next to the wife taking the woman home. Another hour, the shift change, Bhanu will go home early he has checked his job and everything is safe.


Rangga agreed to Bhanu's words, he also volunteered to wait for Citra to be finished in the examination. With persuasion from her husband and brother, Ane agreed and leave Citra to Rangga. Later Ane will contact Citra directly about her good faith to help Citra.


Just as Ane and Bhanu stepped away from the room, the doctor came out.


“How is the patient doing doc?”


Rangga's foot stepped closer to the gurney where Citra lay there. Realizing that there were footsteps, Citra's eyes opened and her gaze led to Rangga's figure.


“I'm sorry to trouble you and thank you for helping me,”


“Yeah, equally. Do not be as formal as that, sounds very stiff you call you,” reply Rangga smiled small. Apparently the smile was infected with Citra. “My sister and her husband permission to leave first, sorry for not waiting for you to be examined, because my nephew at home is still a baby so he is afraid of fussing,” he continued.


“Ka—mu, brother of his wife Bhanu?”


“Yes, can't believe?”


“Gak, not that, but I've seen there's another guy who also seems like wa—maaf sister means Ane,”


Eye of Rangga squinting, “Banyu? Oh, that's my sister too, Ane my youngest sister,”


“Oh, gitu.”


“What do you feel now, your stomach?” The worried raut was clearly imprinted from Rangga's handsome face, Citra could see it and her heart was wondering why the man could be so worried about her and care about her, can't that guy just walk away without waiting for him? The image began to be disturbed by strange feelings.


“Hm, it's okay. It's all right,”


Curiosity in the head of Rangga can not be held, “sorry if I was presumptuous or disrespectful to ask like this, what is your relationship with my sister and brother-in-law?”


“So they haven't told me, how well, which in essence is, I'm ex-Bhanu, I'm, pregnant and holding responsibility—” Citra paused her speech seeing the change in facial expression from Rangga she realized if her sentence invites negative thoughts, “tenang, not the son of Bhanu kok, but another man. Our one night stand, drunk ends up in bed and well now I'm pregnant,”


“Then what does it have to do with Bhanu mas?”


Highlight the eyes of Citra immediately became sad, let alone remind him of the bitter incident but the current condition he could not escape it, he said, maybe he will be charged with continuing to remember the incident until what he wants is achieved.


“He did not want to be responsible, so I tried to ask Bhanu to marry me at least until I was born, after that want to be divorced is also not a matter of the most important my son got a clear status, I am afraid if the big later mocked by his friends, that's all,”


“Then where is the man?” the level of curiosity Rangga become-so.


“Bali, I live there and work. I decided to move to Bali after breaking up from Bhanu for the classic reason of wanting to move on, too many memories in Jakarta, so I better get out of this city and hope in Bali I can live a quiet life without the shadow of courtship. But it turns out that there what I want does not happen instead, on the contrary, I often spend time at the club just drinking to relieve stress until it happens, it happens, the man was the chief doctor at the hospital where I worked as well as the son of the hospital owner. For the power he had I could not do anything and was forced to shut up and give up even though I had tried my best, which was precisely I was cornered and humbled by the fake news that the man made, he said, until I was fired. What an ironic thing, isn't it?”


Long breaths rang out, Rangga felt a tightness there was empathy for Citra, hearing the story of the woman was enough to ignite the flames inside him against the figure of the jerk the woman meant. How could a man act so vilely.


The image drew a smile at his conclusion, his eyes caught Rangga speechless a thousand languages, there was a strange feeling pushing Citra to tell him everything that happened to him. Whether the atmosphere is supportive or just a feeling of needing a story place, Citra did not understand but the story out of her mouth just flowed.


“From childhood I was used to pain, disappointed and forced to make peace with myself accepting all that was happening. My parents divorced when I was eleven years old because I asked, I was sick of seeing them fight every day, they persevered just for my sake but it did not guarantee my happiness even the other way around. They reasoned that if the love between them had been lost, openly they had lovers and all that they hid from me but did not last long because my father's lover was pregnant, she said, everything was revealed what they covered with meetings I also know. After the divorce, they did not care about my feelings choosing to marry their respective lovers and no one cared about me, they also compact refused to take care of me finally I live and raised by my grandmother and grandfather mother's parents. Father chose to return to his hometown to open a new business with his new family while the mother is now in Malaysia, her husband works there. Every day, I always ask if this is fair to me while in other children they can live happily with their families, the love and affection of the parents as if illusory to me. From their story I became doubtful or I was afraid of marriage, having a relationship with Bhanu then did not make me feel sure even though Bhanu had tried to convince me that marriage was not as bad as I thought, he said, but I gave up and chose to submit with that fear,”


“Sometimes we have to fight that fear, otherwise it will forever be trapped in fear, when what we fear is not necessarily as bad as what we think if lived, but, everyone has a different destiny line,”


The beads of the eyes of the two looked at each other meaningfully, unconsciously Citra brought her hands closer and touched the burly hand of Rangga's.


“Thank you, already want to listen to my story even though I'm sure it doesn't matter to you,”


Rangga termangu witnessed how the delicate hand of Citra wrapped his hand, but so slowly Rangga kept his hand away from Citra of course it made Citra embarrassed, even though he did not mean anything.


“Sama-sama. Then I try to call the doctor if you can go home or not, if the doctor allows you to go home I will take you, I'm sorry,”


Imagery made in disbelief, why Rangga is so good and caring, they are only strangers who happen to be met, Citra brushed off strange thoughts infiltrate the recesses of his heart.