Bismillah, I'm Hijab

Endless Regret

The atmosphere in Mr. Prass' office was suddenly tense. When the presence of women who very rarely come to the place suddenly made the owner of the company angry.

“False Papah, why is Mamah being blamed? Papah who cheated.” Yulia's high-pitched voice made her suddenly grow furious.

Not like the accusation that is really happening, Mr. Prass without being able to control his emotions immediately hit the table, in the next second the burly hand scattered all the files on his desk.

Yulia's emotional body trembled in fear. Her tears could not stop her anymore. Today was like a nightmare for him.

The man who loved her so much now shouted and was rude to her. He nodded several times in disbelief at what he saw.

“Go from here, Yulia! Go!!” Mr. Prass pointed at the door and his eyes were round with anger.

He did not want to get any more violent, so he chose to send his wife away.

Truly, Julia did not expect her marriage to be like this. He wiped his tears while shaking slowly. His mind was very disappointed.

The tall woman was beautiful even though she was no longer young, she ran out of the workroom of her husband. He wants to go home to calm down.

Throughout the journey Yulia ceaselessly cursed the fate of her current marriage.

“Your work, Pah. Tega you're the same me. Tonight's our wedding anniversary. You can destroy all this.” Unknowingly the long hoofed legs down there have increasingly stepped on the gas of the car.

His mind was so messed up his heart was completely broken. Moreover, the husband did not intend to explain anything to her. It was as if all of his accusations were true without being able to be evaded again.

The crying that let out tears seemed to make Yulia's gaze fade. Until he unconsciously shouted when he realized in front of his glass it was clear that a vehicle traveling at high speed passed.

“Aaaaaaaa!!” Shouts echoed inside the safety car he hit a truck loaded with cars in front of him.

The traffic lights still appear red. Well, Yulia didn't notice the traffic lights coming on.

The collision occurred to make Yulia's car destroyed the front. And some of the new cars that were loaded in front of the vehicle were also damaged.

The incident was quickly heard by a man who was sitting massaging his head.

“What?” Mr. Prass seemed to round his eyes. His chest rumbled to hear the shocking news just now.

The white face turned red instantly.

“Yulia, no! No, Yulia.” Soon he asked the driver to drive him to the nearest hospital from the direction of the accident. Because he didn't want to if something happened to him that panicked.

No matter how she was to Devina, still. Julie is the only woman she takes priority over.

“No, Yulia. Don't leave me. I don't want you to leave. I didn't really divorce you, Yulia. I'm sorry.” What guilt filled Mr. Prass' head that afternoon.

Not over his anger at his wife, now he heard very scary news.

Along the way, Mr. Prass kept wiping his rough face every once in a while he wiped the tears that had involuntarily fallen on both of his cheeks. There's a huge fear there.

“God, I was wrong to wish my wife. But I really have no intention of replacing him.”

Along the way, Mr. Prass unwittingly spent crying and regretting. Until now the car arrived at one of the hospitals that have been mentioned by the hospital.

Her steps followed one of the sisters.

“In your wife is being checked, Mr.” said the sister pointing to the closed room.

Mr. Pras took a shower waiting and finally the doctor came out too.

Can Mr. Prass massage clearly how the expression of the doctor who came out to meet him. The fear grew even more when I saw that.

“Dok, what's up? My wife's fine, isn't she, Doc?” ask Mr. Prass impatiently.

The doctor shook his head. “Master, your wife can't we save. The wound is pretty bad. Even the head is almost intact due to a hard impact.” Mr. Prass' strong knee seemed to want to collapse hearing the doctor's explanation.

He pushed the doctor and ran in. I don't believe what he heard.

“Mah, Mamah wake up, Mah! Yulia!!” Hysterical cries echoed in the room. The man's eyes clearly saw how severe the wound on the wife's head was.

The cracked forehead even spat out blood endlessly at that part of the crack. It felt like he could not see the beautiful face of his wife turned scary.

Mr. Prass shook his head in disbelief. “No! This is impossible! Yulia wake up I beg.” He hugged her very tightly, several times Mr. Prass clasped his wife's hand.

Honey, as loud as he screams. No matter how much he regretted it all. It won't change things. His wife will not return.

As he cried, Mr. Prass remembered something. He hurriedly rubbed his rough face and looked at the watch in his hand.

“Aluna,” he said when he realized the child who does not exist.

The man hurriedly asked the servant to pick up his son. Or anyone in the house.

“Good, Mr.” says server immediately.

Mr. Prass's eyes were inexhaustibly shedding tears.

“Why Yulia? Why are you really leaving. I was just faking our divorce. I didn't really ask you to leave.” Now he could only mourn all his regrets.

If time could be reworked, Mr. Prass would not turn away. He really had no intention of getting serious with Devina.

It was a moment of silence when Mr. Prass grabbed the wife's hand. Suddenly a cell phone ringing.

“Halo,” Hoarse Voice Mr. Prass say hello.

“Master, Miss Aluna has come home from earlier said security sir. Pick up a little old woman. Said his brother Tuan.”

The more messed up Mr. Prass thought when he heard that. His eyes are perfectly rounded. This is real not a good thing.

“No, Bi. I don't have a sister. It must be the kidnapper!” Mr. Prass shouted in fear. His face suddenly turned pale.

“Aluna! No, Aluna don't leave Papah too.”

Unknowingly Mr. Prass turned off the unilateral call. His trembling hands he was struggling to control to find the police contact he knew.