
Amir looked at his wife who was lying weakly on the hospital bed. His face looked deathly pale, like there was no blood flowing. He turned to another bed. The mother also lay unconscious.
His heart ached, the more days were not the happiness he found, but the suffering that came and went after divorcing Mayang.
He sighed, dropping down on a chair while rubbing his face. There are so many unexpected things in his life.
In the past, not a single day did the smile disappear from his face. With Mayang there was a lot of happiness that he got. Now, everything is slowly gone. Away from him. Too far away to be hard to get back.
"I miss you, Mayang. I really feel separated from you. Why don't you want to forgive me, Mayang? Are you not in love with me anymore?" muttered Amir regretted the attitude of Mayang who refused to refer to him.
"Are they married?" Amir hoped they would never marry. Honey, he doesn't know about the news. Just heard that the CEO of the main company got married.
Amir dropped his back on the back of the chair. Staring at the ceiling of the room while imagining his life when with Mayang first. They are happy even though they have not had children. Mayang a wife who is good at pampering her husband in any case.
He never raised his voice during the household with her. All the needs of Amir, ranging from clothes to the stomach, Mayang itself is preparing. Amir sighed, inversely proportional to his current state.
Whatever the need, always Aunt who prepares even though there are two wives in the house. None of them noticed it. Melina is busy taking care of herself, Alin always reasoned tired because of her pregnancy. The baby in the womb is always the reason for Alin to laze.
Unlike Mayang, who woke up in the morning to prepare breakfast, prepare warm water for her to take a bath, as well as work clothes for the day even though she had to chase time as a teacher.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! You are a fool, Amir! Stupid guy!" Amir beat his own head, begrudging himself for throwing a diamond after a pebble in the street.
"Mas!" Alin moaned, calling the name Amir. He opened his eyes slowly, looking around. The smell of the medicines just instantly made him understand where he was.
"Mas Amir! Where are you?" call him again in a hoarse and trembling voice.
Amir was unmoved in the chair, unwilling to welcome the wife's consciousness. Sitting while looking at the woman who was looking for him sharply.
"Mas!" Alin cried when he saw the mother-in-law who was also lying like her.
"Mas Amir!" The woman sobbed because Amir did not answer her call.
"Not to cry. Everything has already happened. Our son is not there, you are not care for him!" hardik Amir from where he sat.
Alin raised his head, slowly moved to sit while holding pain in the abdomen.
"What do you mean, Mom?" tanyanya did not understand. He looked at Amir in confusion, the man glared avoiding his gaze.
Alin was surprised, rubbed his own stomach feel the existence of the baby. I really didn't think she would lose her son. The boy who changed his fate a few months ago. From a woman of the night to a wife in a luxurious house.
"No, Mas. I can't lose my baby. I don't want to lose my son!" alin screamed while squeezing the patient's clothes on his stomach.
"I don't want to. I don't want to lose my baby, Mom. I don't want to," lamented Alin while crying miserably.
The only asset he had ever made a weapon to take control of Amir, had been lost. What will his life be like after this. He couldn't predict it.
Not the sympathy that Alin got from her husband, but the hatred that clearly emanated from both eyes. Amir was unhappy, his heart hardened again, feeling a deep disappointment.
"I no longer want to be with you. From today I'll cut you off, Alin. You are free to go wherever you want. Free as any man you want to sleep with. I'm disappointed with you, I think you'll change and take good care of my son. It turns out you're the same Melina, you both just want my treasure!" said Amir did not hesitate to drop talak on Alin.
The woman shook her head, begging Amir not to divorce her.
"No, Mas. Don't talk about me, please. I don't want to go back to that place, Mom. I want to live with you. Please don't divorce me, Mas!" please Alin cry hysterically.
However, Amir's heart had hardened, not withering away just from seeing Alin's tears breaking. Her physical pain after bleeding, her inner pain due to losing a child and divorced her husband.
"Don't you think, with you crying like that I will sympathize with you. It won't, Alin. I am disappointed with you. Don't come to the house anymore because I'm no longer with you!" firmly Alfin did not playfully make Alin's heart sliced because of it.
What a man's heart, a husband should give motivation to a wife who has just lost her child, become a reinforcement in a weak state as experienced by Alin. Giving his sturdy shoulders to be the backing of the wife's grief. Not even throw all the mistakes on him let alone to drop talak.
Cruel indeed, but Amir considers fate more cruel to him. He has no conscience, no sense of humanity in himself. Amir will really regret it.
"I'm sorry, Mas. Please don't divorce me. I don't know where else to go? I don't have a home nor a family. I don't want to go back to that place either. Please, don't divorce me, Mom. Can't we make it again? I promise you will be more careful, love me the chance once more, Mas," pleaded Alin with all humility.
Alin clenched his own body, Amir briefly took him flying into the high sky. To then be dropped to pieces. Alin never expected, his meeting with Amir at the entertainment house would make him able to feel the position as a hostess. However, he had to be willing to return to the empty valley, because Amir did not want him anymore. Is the life line like this?
"I don't want to give you a chance. I'm disappointed in you, Alin. From now on, don't ever look for me. We are no one else." Amir stood up and walked out of the room leaving Alin crying alone.
"You have the heart, Amir. You are cruel, have no feelings. Why would I meet a guy like you?" lamented Alin getting stronger clutching his own body.
He turned his head to the side of the body, looked at the mother-in-law who had woken up and heard all their debates, even the woman who was currently having a stroke was looking at him sharply. No longer as friendly as before this incident happened.
Intermittent, the medics came in and moved Amir's mother to another room. Alin remained alone, lamenting the bad luck that befell him.