Bidadari Special

Chapter 55

"Deliver!"

Hilya tried to move her hand to release Satya's strong grip.

"I've been patient enough with a haughty attitude, you! And now I'm not gonna let you go!" satya said annoyed.

"What do you want?" hilya asked, turning her back, and looking up at Satya.

"You've tortured me enough like this!" firmly Satya. "Stop rejecting myself! Stop being so arrogant with me! Stop ignoring me! Now come with me!" satya said by pulling Hilya's arm.

"I don't want to! Off!" he strangled Hilya by trying to release Satya's strong hand which pulled her arm until it hurt.

By exerting all his strength, Hilya finally can release the grip of Satya's strong hand. And, Satya again pulled the hand of Hilya who was about to run away leaving him.

"Where are you going? I'm not letting you go!"

Satya looks furious.

"Listen to Hilya! I really don't think about your attitude. You can be friendly to other men, you can smile at other men, you can accept other men's gifts! But, Why? Why is it that with the things I give you, you never want to take them? Why do you always reject it?" satya asked with a shout.

"Now, throw those things away! Things are useless."

Satya violently snatches the goodie bag from Hilya's hand and throws it away.

Hilya who saw Satya's rude attitude immediately touched her lips.

"Come with me now!" satya said again by dragging Hilya's arm.

"Please! Don't be rude to women!" suddenly Ustadz Imran came. His hand touched Satya's and Hilya's, for he was broken.

"Don't, touch, hand, wife!" satya shouted loudly with a sharp look at Ustadz Imran's face.

"Wife?"

Imran Ustadz released his hand.

"Hilya's Ustadzah?" Ustadz Imran turned his head towards Hilya full of question marks.

Hilya just shook her head, and her eyes started to glaze over.

"Why? Why don't you answer? Tell that man! Tell me I'm your husband! I am your husband!" satya shouted with reddened eyes, and face shrouded in anger.

"Listen yes, Ustadz! Stop bothering my wife! Stop flirting with my wife! Stop giving stuff to my wife! You think I'm a poor man who can't buy stuff like this for my wife?" satya said, kicking Ustadz Imran's stuff that Satya had thrown away and scattered in the yard.

"And you are Hilya! Stop smiling in front of a man who is not your husband! Remember that! You are my wife! You're my wife!" shouts Satya by pointing at Hilya's face.

Exerting all of Hilya's strength released Satya's powerful hand grip, and slapped the man's face hard.

Plaque!!!

"Enough!" hilya shouted with reddened eyes. "Enough you've hurt me like this! Enough of you to demean me like this!" hilya said with tears beginning to fade.

"I smile in front of a man who is not my husband? Ja. But I'm not smiling to tease her."

Hilya said firmly.

"Listen yes, Mr Director! Young master! Rich man! Stop thinking I'm a stupid woman!" yell Hilya again. "Why? Why are you shouting now that I am your wife? Why, why are you just now telling others that you are my husband? Wh why? Why would you dare to say it when there was only me, and Ustadz Imran here? Why?"

Hilya pointed at Satya's face with a shout.

"Have you ever acknowledged me as your wife in front of everyone? Have you ever acknowledged me as your wife in front of your parents? In front of your friend? What ever?" shout Hilya. "And what are you willing to say in front of them all?"

Hilya's voice still sounded loud.

"Stop thinking of me as a stupid, innocent woman! Who will fall asleep, with the lure of reference from you. With one breakfast box. And a bouquet of fruits."

Hilya said it with annoyance.

"You think I'm a stupid woman! Idiotical! Who will fall out with your good attitude that is just pretending? Pretending to want to refer but hugging and kissing another woman in front of my eyes. Pretend to give me a gift, but tell everyone it's from your mother?" added Hilya.

"You think, I accept, you treat me like that? You treated me, like a mistress, watched me when no one was around, and pretended not to know me when everyone was looking."

Hilya said it with a fury.

"Why? Why are you doing all this to me?" hilya asked by pushing Satya's body.

"I don't want to! I don't want you to treat me like this!" hilya cried out in tears, and gasped for breath, wiping her chest.

"Please! Please let me go! Please get away from me! Please don't torture me like this! Don't torture me like this!" hilya said with still screaming and crying that was getting worse. "Please! Don't torture me! I'm tired! I'm tired of you treating me like this! I'm tired!!"

Hilya began to lower her tone and saw her breathing getting breathless.

"Hilya!" call Satya softly when she sees the woman starting to grip her stomach firmly.

"Hilya!" call Satya again when she sees Hilya losing steam.

Instantly Satya supported Hilya's body which began to droop.

"Hilya Ustadzah!" suddenly there was the sound of Ustadzah Naila coming from the school corridor. "Blood!" Ustadzah Naila said as she saw fresh blood flowing down Hilya's legs. "Ustadzah Hilya's bleeding?"

"Hilya!"

"Hilya!"

Satya began to panic, and immediately held the four-month-old pregnant woman, who was already in his arms in an unconscious state.

Satya looked puzzled, with her head turned to the right and to the left.

"Ustad! Help u! The car! The car!" satya said with a look towards Ustadz Imran.

"Yes, let's get him to the hospital!" bring Ustadzah Naila later.

Seemed after that Satya held Hilya by running towards her car.

"Get my car!" ustadz Imran said by running towards his car, and immediately turn on the engine of his car. "Let's get on!"

Ustadzah Naila immediately opened the rear car door for Satya. And Satya rushed into the car by holding Hilya who was getting drowned.

Then Ustadzah Naila ran to open the front door of the car, he sat with Ustadz Imran who was driving the car.

"Let's hurry Ustadz! Come fast!" satya said with a trembling voice.

Satya looked at Hilya's face with guilt.

"Defend me, Hilya! Hang on! I'm sorry!" satya said by holding Hilya's body and kissed her forehead.

Satya's tears begin to fall on her cheeks.

"Let's hurry Ustadz! Hurry along!" satya said again with a panicked face.

A few minutes later, the car arrived at the hospital.

Satya rushes out of the car with Hilya in her arms, and runs quickly into the hospital.

"Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Help me!" satya shouted as she entered the hospital.

Seemed in a hospital room not far from the entrance a woman frowned when she heard Satya's loud voice.

"Like Satya's voice?" muttered the middle-aged woman.

The woman came out of the room of a female patient she was visiting.

"Satya!" he said as he walked out of the room.

He seemed to notice his son running by holding a woman covered in blood into the ER room.

His feet followed his panicked-looking son.

After arriving in front of the ER room, the woman who was none other than Mother Diana began to approach her son.

His son looked confused, with pacing steps while waiting for the patient, who had just been brought in by doctors and nurses into the room.

His hands were still covered in blood, as if he did not care, because of his deep anxiety.

And when her body turned around, she saw Mother Diana standing before her with a questioning look.

"Mama!" muttered Satya lirih. "Ma! Hilya, Ma! Hilya's bleeding!" he said with tears still flowing.

"Hilya, bleeding?"

Mother Diana's face looked astonished when she saw the attitude of her son who was so worried about Hilya's situation.

"Yes, Ma! Hilya's bleeding heavily, Ma!"

"Then, why? Why are you so worried?" ask Diana's mother.

"Ma! Hilya! Hilya is my wife, Ma! Hilya my wife!" satya, surprise Diana's Mother.

Mother Diana's mouth was gaping, and her fingers covered her mouth. The woman seemed to be in disbelief hearing the expression of her son.

A woman named Clarissa, who was standing with an infusion hose behind Diana's mother, was leaning against the wall when she heard the words Satya had caught.

So also with Ustadzah Naila who was sitting in the patient waiting chair with Ustadz Imran. He is also spontaneously shocked to hear Satya's confession in front of his parents.

"You mean?" mother Diana asked again with a swipe of her chest, convincing herself of the arrest she had just heard from Satya's mouth.

"Hilya my wife, Ma! Hilya my wife!" satya said again.

Aplaaak!!!

Mom Diana's hand slapped Satya's cheek.

"Absolutely, Ma!" satya said then by kneeling at the feet of her mother. "I'm sorry, Ma!" he said again by touching his mother's feet.

Diana's tears flowed.

Like lightning during the day, that was what Mother Diana was experiencing right now. He got some very surprising news from his son. A news story he never expected.

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