Dilemma of Marriage Left

Chapter 145

Nila stood facing out the window in her inpatient room. The infusion in her hand had been removed by the nurse shortly after getting a call from Fatan. While her little daughter was asleep in a baby box.

His gaze stared straight, far ahead. He also folded both his hands on his chest. Nila looked seriously thinking of something.

Fresh in his memory. Yesterday's incident had caused a trauma within him. Maybe he could forgive his husband. But what if his position was a barrier or perhaps a stepping stone for Fatan?

If the feeling is not that deep, Nila may be able to forget and start a new sheet. But now he must fight selfishness for the sake of his little daughter. On the other hand, she must understand, how difficult is her husband reluctant to escape the shadows of his past?

His mind kept on raging. Covering the feeling of increasingly tight chest. Much more crowded than being left married by Bayu first. Split can not be arbitrary, especially the heart is already imprinted with the bonds of sacred promise.

In the middle of her daydream, Nila came to her senses and heard the door of her room open. He did not know when the man knocked on his door.

He only saw the shadow of the man from the reflection of the glass. But he was silent when he found out who it was. As a result he refused to turn around, letting him approach him.

The sound of footsteps approached him. Then a stocky hand coiled around his hips, and a warm kiss landed on the nape of his neck. Anxiety and passion become one.

"Morning, Honey."

That man was none other than her own husband. Nila then turned around and Fatan's hand was still on her hip.

Then Fatan showed something that had been hidden behind his back. "It's for you."

Nila smiled thinly even almost imperceptibly. "Thank you, Mas" he said, accepting the husband's gift.

"Together." Fatan smiled too.

Nila looked at the flower that was now in her hand. "Mas, can I ask you something?"

Fatan released his hand that had been coiled around his wife's hip. "Please, Honey. Ask me."

"Ult ... " Nila poked her lips for a moment. "How wonderful is your relationship with Ocha? Until you see her again, you don't tell her we're married." Although heavy, it should be known immediately. Because he most do not like to accumulate and hoard problems until it drags on.

Fatan was silent. The man seemed to think, what words would be appropriate to explain to his wife.

"Accustomed to it. He and I never had a status. Just friends, nothing beautiful. The mistake ... I just follow my instincts as a normal guy. And ... About our marriage that I didn't tell her. That's because I'm afraid his obsession in the past has carried over until now. I remember you were pregnant, I was afraid that she would do something reckless more than ever. What else do I know, if it turns out he has paranoia," Fatan said. Highlight his eyes could not be separated continue to look at Nila who now returned his gaze.

"I think that paranoia is just a mild illness. Can you hurt someone else?" asked Nila while furrowing her two eyebrows.

"Either, but if said the psychologist I've met ... Paranoid it can be dangerous if the sufferer can not control themselves. As I know anyway. Family background ... It could be said to be a mess," Fatan replied seriously.

"I'm worried, you're going-"

Fatan's index finger was immediately attached to Nila's lips. "Shhh! Stop thinking I'm gonna hurt you. Taking you into my life, I don't think I can. But since I love you, that's why I'm going to keep fighting as much as I can to protect you."

"But Mas ... How did you know he had the disease?" ask Nila quickly.

"From my men, Rusli's men." Fatan replied casually.

"fast. But why am I going back to Jakarta you are not looking for? Even come here the same mother. You're mother's son!" nagging Nila with a pouting face.

Nila was immediately flabbergasted. "Yes, you are wrong!" He's insisting.

"Darling .... " His two hands were clutching Nila's face. On the side of his maleness, he actually has no power not to devour the lips ranum the wife.

Just as Nila was about to remove that hand from her face, Fatan quickly grabbed her lips. The longer, the deeper the gap. Both hands that were on the cheek, now down to the nape of the neck. They were also swept away in the pagutan. As if he was letting go of a long-buried longing.

However, before Fatan brought Nila drifted further and further away. Instantly the pagutan was released by him.

"Sorry Dear .... " He rubbed Nila's lips that looked reddened by the sting earlier. "I'm afraid of obscenity, when I'm on leave."

Nila hurriedly poked her lips. The look on his face looks red. The once hard heart slowly melted away.

"Mas, did you keep her number?" ask Nila who is still curious.

"Whose number?" It seemed like Fatan's consciousness had yet to recover, let alone that it was so unnerving for him.

"The girl."

"Oh ... An ocha?" Fatan cengenesan while scratching his head that does not itch. "I don't remember." He took out his cell phone from his pocket. "Nih you find it yourself, yes, I want to finish first." He quickly gave his phone to Nila.

"Tuntasin what? Wearing what?" ask Nila again.

"That's, Honey. Afraid hard. Later assisted dita," replied Fatan while walking towards the toilet.

"What's? Titus? Who's Dita?" nila protest reflex with a loud voice.

"On your own hands, dear," replied Fatan who had opened the toilet door. After that, he closed it.

"Yyyyyoung ... " Nila let out a rough breath. "Geez why having a husband is so absurd. Yesterday made a tremor until it ended suddenly. Now I have a new language. Dizziness nutmeg barbie!" gerutu bermonolog.

Not long after, the sound of her little daughter's cries was heard. Nila rushed to the baby box and lifted her daughter from there. Given the hours of sleep his son was quite long, finally Nila also gave ASI. Moreover, both breasts have begun to feel swollen if not immediately removed.

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Almost a full day Fatan accompanied Nila in the hospital. She learned a lot from the time her little daughter was born. He even forbade his mother to come. Because indeed both Fatan and Nila are taking time to improve each other, in terms of emotions, skills, and mental health.

Unexpectedly, slowly but surely. Fatan was more interested in his world now who was already a father.

"Darling, you're happy you didn't marry me?" fatan asked as they were enjoying a cup of tea while sitting leaning against each other.

"Where is it? I'm still pissed off actually about you because of that Ocha guy. I thought I'd destroy him if I dared to take you from me!" nila replied as she squeezed both her hands.

Suddenly Fatan rounded his eyes and took pains to swallow his saliva. "Darling, I don't want you to go to jail."

Then Nila laughed. "Yes if I dare. Only if you don't dare to go to the Ocha. The first person I targeted, you," he continued with an evil laugh.

"Gosh my god." Fatan patted his forehead and his body squeezed instantly.