An Unwanted Marriage

Rejection of Andre

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"Am I wrong for wanting you to care only for me ? Am I wrong for being jealous? Do you realize Gibran if I love you so much ? so scared to lose you." Inner Sabina in his heart.

Sabina continued to cry until a small kick in her stomach awakened her from the daydream.

"Ah sorry dear, Mama should also think of you." Mumbled wailing.

"Yes Non, don't cry too much pity the baby will feel sad too. Let the doctor calm down first, as well as Non-Bina. But sorry, what the doctor said was right. Do not leave the house in a state of anger, it will make the problem more protracted." Mbok Inah said slowly.

"Sorry, I just overheard the debate Non Bina and the doctor." Mbok Inah continued to be afraid.

Actually, he did not want to be careless by interfering with his employer's household problems but saw Sabina who was crying sobbing he also ventured to speak.

"Thank you Mbok, please don't tell me anything about Dad that happened this morning."

"Yes Mbok will not tell any origin now Non Bina eat first yes kasian ade baby in the stomach." Persuade Mbok Inah to Sabina.

Sabina nodded her head and Mbok Inah smiled looking at that. Immediately he prepared breakfast for Sabina sparingly.

Just one spoonful of feed, Sabina had already ended her morning meal.

"Why Non ? Don't like it ? Change the others, right?"

"I don't like it, but I feel full. Thanks." Sabina replied as she stood leaving the dining room to return to her room.

Mbok Inah stared at Sabina's departure with a heart that was heartbroken. He loved his gentle master very much. Sabina never ruled with a high voice and she always behaved politely even though Mbok Inah only worked as a maid.

"May it all end well." Pray in the heart

***

Some of the mockery from other drivers aimed at Gibran was simple because he was running his car at high speed.

His quarrel with Sabina really affected his heart and mind. The face of Sabina who was crying because of her actions continued to haunt. In the end Gibran deeply regretted his own act of venting his anger on the wife that Gibran should have taken his heart to apologize.

"Can't you understand, Bina ? I love you, so much love for you. Aaaagghhhhh !!!" Gibran growled while clenching his hands.

In the end Gibran deeply regrets his actions to help Amanda. If only from the beginning Amanda did not come to him and if only Gibran did not provide help, of course, his domestic life with Sabina would not be this complicated.

"F !!!" Maki Gibran and did not feel he had reached the hospital where he worked.

No one dared to say anything excessively. Seen from the face that stiffened and cold, almost everyone knows if Gibran is in a condition of the heart that is not good.

By 11pm Gibran had finished his morning practice. He also prepared to go to his clinic which is on the outskirts of Jakarta and located quite far.

Gibran is physically tired and mentally tired. He only wanted to go home and make up with Sabina but that was impossible because he knew Sabina was still in an unstable emotional state, as well as him. Now is not a good time to talk to each other because Gibran knows only quarrels will occur if he forces himself.

Gibran glanced at the luxurious clock that was twisting his wrist. He immediately reached into the phone in his pants pocket and contacted someone.

"Ran, I'll be late today for having to meet someone first." Gibran said when the phone connection was connected and he closed it again without listening to the assistant's answer.

Gibran enters the car and sees a brown envelope containing the results of Amanda's examination which he deliberately brought.

After taking a few dozen minutes, Gibran finally arrived at an office building that a year ago he still often visited.

With a brown envelope in hand, Gibran walked into the building and approached the reception desk.

"I would like to meet Mr. Andreas Tama, the Director of this company. I don't have an appointment yet but let's just say Gibran Fehreza wants to see you." Gibran said to a young woman who was the receptionist that afternoon.

"That's Mr Andreas Tama's marketing part ?" Ask the woman named Melly to make sure.

"Marketing?" Ask Gibran.

"There is only one person named Andreas Tama in this company and he works in the marketing department." Clearly again.

"Surely it must be." Answer Gibran.

Melly immediately picked up the phone and contacted someone. He said that someone named Gibran wanted to meet Andre.

Gibran also followed what the receptionist said and he was welcomed by a woman who was none other than Alya.

They walked together without much talking until they came to the door of a room Gibran had never been to before.

"Sir Andre is waiting for you" Alya said, opening the door.

"Thank you" said Gibran and he stepped into a simple and not too big room. There are only 3 chairs facing each other with a work desk in the middle and several cabinets to store files.

Andre sat at his desk with cold eyes welcoming the arrival of his former best friend. They will embrace each other if they meet.

"Who'd you like to find me ?" Ask Andre without further ado.

Gibran sat himself in the chair opposite Andre and threw a large brown envelope onto the table.

Andre grabbed the envelope and opened it. He took out a few pieces of paper and read them for a while. A slanted smile rose on his cynical face.

"I told you, I'm not interested in any of Amanda's affairs. I have nothing to do anymore." Andre said, handing the brown envelope back to Gibran.

"Even if you've no relationship with Amanda anymore but still you have to take responsibility for what you've done with her. Amanda's betting her life on defending her son whom she claims to be yours." Gibran said with a little emotion.

"It's not necessarily my son, yet" Andre insisted.

"But you've fucked him, so the possibility is still there." Sela Gibran's.

Andre thought for a moment and looked increasingly at Gibran with a hostile look.

"What do you really want ?" Ask Andre riled up.

"Gue wants Lo to take responsibility with Amanda. Let Amanda not depend on me." Answer Gibran.

"As I once said, I'll only come when she gives birth. If later the results of the child's DNA test turned out to be mine, then I want to be responsible." Andre replied uncontested.

Gibran stared at the sickly man before him. He was eager to raise his bogem but Gibran held back.

"Lo know ? I have always believed in what we plant that we will reap. Amanda is reaping what she's growing, so are you, Andre. So be careful." Gibran said annoyed. It seems that talking to Andre is free. Like before, the man was not responsible.

Gibran also stood up and left Andre just like that with a feeling of annoyance.

Andre leaned his body against the chair and permeated Gibran's words. Without realizing it, Andre is currently reaping the results of his past actions, namely with the decline of the office he has and also the syphilis he suffered.

"If Amanda's child turns out to be

my son, let alone the recompense I will get, Lord?" Andre said frustratedly.

***

Gibran took a deep breath, his practice at the clinic had just finished and he wanted to go home soon.

But he had asked Rani to help take care of Amanda. Andre's refusal leaves Gibran in charge of Amanda's treatment.

"Your siallaan, Andre." Umpat Gibran's.

Late in the evening Gibran returned to his home. He sat longer in his car before he decided to get off.

His quarrel with Sabina made Gibran feel bad. But even so he did not want to leave Sabina in a state of anger he did not want the problem to drag on. Even though his apartment has not been sold or he can stay in his clinic for a while but Gibran did not want to.

With a gontai Gibran steps into his unlocked home. There was no one there, making Gibran feel afraid that Sabina would leave him.

Sabina and Inah's faint-sounding voice made her able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Sabina didn't go." Gibran murmured while curling a smile on his lips.

Gibran walked into the guest room on the first floor and it was located just below Sabina's room on the second floor.

For a time Gibran decided to stay in the guest room until his problem with Sabina met a common ground.

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