Husband Setting

Wrongness

Jen came home with a basket with Myung in her hand in a taxi. He wants to refresh his body before seeing a doctor. Darren will also be coming home soon and promised to deliver after finishing his meeting this afternoon.

"You want to get out first?" Jen raises Myung's basket to the front of her face when the cat is heard meowing weakly. He smiled then lowered the cage that was almost full of MYung's body to the floor, and opened the door of the cage. "Don't play far, yeah ...!"

Jen said as if to say to her own child, releasing the cat after rubbing his head to the nape of Myung. As if gaining his freedom again, Myung moves around the house. Myung if here never leaves the page, he seems to know himself when being tipped.

Jen immediately cleaned up as soon as possible, the water was warm, but after bathing, Jen shivered violently. He quickly got dressed and rolled himself up in a blanket. "Why is it getting worse, gini, anyway." Ignoring everything. Including Myung.

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"Jen ..," called Darren who had just returned home, and was a little late from the hour promised to his wife. The door was unlocked, and this made Darren a little wary. "Darling ...." He ran to the wall and turned on the lights.

"It's getting dark and the lights in the house haven't turned on yet, has he been to the hospital?" He immediately grabbed the phone tucked in his pants pocket, then pressed his wife's contact number.

Darren was a little surprised when he found the sound of Jen's phone ringtone from the kitchen. He immediately went there and found Jen's phone lying on the kitchen table. The more confused he was. Really, at this time his feelings are a little bit of a fret and think a no-no when he finds all this peculiarity. However, when sweeping again this entire room, he hastened to dismiss his bad thoughts.

"Did she fall asleep?" Darren took his quick steps towards the room, "Jen ...!" He was shocked half to death to see the bundles of blankets that were lying on their big beds. Her steps are increasingly fast racing closer to the bed and turn on a small lamp that hangs on the head of the bed that serves as a shelf where books, photos, or snacks— as Jen has done so far.

"Darling ... Do you hear me?" Darren panicked when he saw Jen's face popping from the blanket he had just revealed. "Wake up, Which ...." He wiped his forehead covered in cold sweat and felt extremely hot after repeatedly shaking his wife's cheek. No reaction, not even a whimper. Without thinking twice Darren lifted Jen's body and took her a little run to the car.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" he murmured without being prevented. He quickly turned the wheel towards the hospital after positioning Jen correctly and comfortably.

The man's face looked muddled with quick pumping breath, his free hand busy messing with his hair in regret. She blames herself for seeing Jen lunglai and unconscious. He should have taken his wife yesterday despite being rejected by her. She shouldn't have promised her presence because Jen said she could go to the doctor by herself. Supposedly, he attached more importance to the promise to his wife than to insist on completing the final meeting with Reminiscence. Its fault.

"Jen, Honey .. sorry." He rubbed Jen's forehead and grabbed her hand, putting it on his lips. Darren shed tears looking at Jen who looked pale and cold helpless in the chair next to him.

"Ma-af ...." Darren grimaced with a shrieking cry on his face. He languished even more when the hand did not respond, the hand was like a withering of powerless, resigned and drooping in his grasp. "Jen .. wake up."

Action after action was taken, Darren began to be calmed down. Jen's condition was quite stabis after a while getting help.

The doctor who examined Jen came out with a very lethargic face and as regretting the arrival of patients who were admitted very late. Darren also thought about it so he immediately stood up with a resigned face.

"No need to say, of course you already know how severe your wife's condition, sir," said the doctor while removing his glasses.

"What's the pain, him, Doc?" Yes, this is his fault that does not force Jen to seek treatment. Supposedly, it was very easy. Jen is very easily persuaded and frightened. She should have understood that. "is it too late?"

The storm of his mind was so great, he was afraid that his wife would get a severe illness and there might be no cure.

The doctor breathed. "We'd better wait for the authorized doctor to get a more accurate diagnosis."

"But, Doc ...," interrupted Darren a little hunting, "my wife has never complained of pain all this time? He also looks fine."

The unfinished doctor gave that explanation again sighed. He looked at Darren with an illegible look. "It's best to wait for Andina's doctor. You can ask a lot and discuss directly with him." The doctor patted Darren's shoulder with a strengthening smile.

"Sorry, I'm late, Doc ...."

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