I'm Not Taking It Again

Me or That Woman

Kenan has contacted the general practitioner as well as the obstetrician. Without Dirga asking, Kenan already knew what he had to do.

After examination by both doctors. They can all breathe freely. Niar is just stress and fatigue. The condition of the body is also very healthy. Dirga feels very guilty for his wife right now. His wife's face was very pale. Every time Dirga touched his wife's stomach. The boy did not seem to respond to the father's gentle touch. It was as if the boy knew his father had made his mother sad and disappointed.

Deri let out a rough sigh and touched Dirga's shoulder. "Promise is debt. And when you keep that promise, there are two wounded men. Without knowing the reason of what it was originally. Like getting ruby. While you eat the numbers," said Deri.

Niar's eyes then blinked. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people around him. He tried to get up from his sleeping position. However, it was detained by Dirga.

"Don't move first, honey," said Dirga.

Niar looked at Dirga with a look of hate. She felt betrayed by her husband.

"Please, you all leave this room. I want to be alone" Niar added.

"No, Yang. I'm not going to tell you myself here. I'm afraid you're fainting again" he explained.

"What's with your presence here guaranteeing my heart will be back okay?" sergeant Niar.

Dirga could not answer Niar's words. Really Niar words can make Dirga tongue.

"Can Papah talk to you?" ask Deri. Niar just fell silent.

"The father will only talk to the two of you. Four eyes only. And they'll have Papah come out." Niar nodded slowly.

"Respect your wife, follow her wishes. Don't be selfish! Because your wife's heart is fragile." I was reluctant to leave Niar. Dirga also realized that Niar had never looked at him. And considers himself to exist.

Deri was still in Niar's room. The others, however, have come out. Deri stared at the son-in-law.

Niar is still frozen, too sick to face the reality.

"Nearly three years ago, Dirga was severely drunk. Every time he fails to find you, it's the alcohol that's his escape. And that night, Dirga just came home from a nightclub. Go home drunk and drunk and want to drive alone. On the way, his car crashed into the car in front of him. The car overturned and killed two people and one survived. The two people were Bunga's parents" explained Deri.

"Because of panic, plus Dirga has also begun to be unconscious because of the influence of excess alcohol. Your mother-in-law made peace with Bunga without Dirga's knowledge. Because he's afraid Dirga goes to jail and his company is destroyed." Niar smiled faintly at Deri's explanation.

"And when Dirga became aware and knew the covenant that his mother had made. Dirga is getting angry and hates us. Especially the deal was married. Not about the treasure that Dirga certainly can give without much debate."

"If, from the beginning you already have such a plan. Why do you even approve of our relationship?" asked Niar who was staring straight ahead.

"Is this why Mom hates me so much? Everything I do is always wrong in her eyes" Niar said.

Deri was speechless unable to answer anything. His heart is wounded here. Seeing Niar so fucked up.

"You have to choose me or that woman? If, you insist on choosing the woman on the basis of the agreement. Don't blame me if I'm going out of your child's life to take with me the child in my womb. And I assure you, you will never be able to see my son." Deri gasped at Niar's words.

"If you choose me. Take the woman away. Because I'm not a weak and stupid woman. Or do you want to see me kill a woman who's supposed to be a good woman, and instead you teach her to be the destroyer of someone else's household?"

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The warning!!

If, you read a story and there begins an impromptu conflict don't always say it's compelling. If, who have followed my writing from the first work, you know how I give conflict. Your fingers are very easy to type I do not like and BLA BLA BLA. Do you know how the author feels? Try to examine the same you, from the idea of one word is described in such a way as to produce a thousand words is it easy? No, Honey. It takes hours to write it. Appreciate every work you read, do not like it better to skip and do not leave a trace that eventually makes the writer mentally down. Your comments actually make the writer excited. It can kill writers, too. So be wise in your comments. Like continue not like to back off slowly. Simple Kan's.