
With a heavy heart Love took the money. And go to the hospital immediately. Paying for medical expenses as much as the money he had at the time. There are about 10 million collected from savings and borrowing here and there.
Although not enough, the hospital gave tolerance. If love can take the rest. For the first time Love breathes with relief. But he soon gets a call from where he works.
"Hows it? Are you coming in tomorrow or not? We need workers here. So if you can't get in. It's best to stop" said the chief employee at the factory where Cinta works.
"L-yes, I'll be working tomorrow. Ma-maaf has troubled mother," said Love stammered.
Soon he left the hospital. Clean up the house and set the schedule tomorrow. Because inevitably he had to go in if he still wanted to work.
While cleaning the house, there was a knock in front.
"Who?" scream Love while walking forward.
It turns out that the Queen, a classmate of Love at High School.
"What's the Rat?" ask Love wonder.
"Where's Arya?" the Queen asked back.
"What does my husband need?"
The queen smiled and stepped into the house. "Aryan...!" his yell.
"Queen, what the fuck? My home. Keep polite!"
"What's? Your home? Huh huh? Hello. This is my house. Just so you know. It won't be long before Arya and I get married" said the Queen stroking her flat stomach.
"What's? Don't talk too much!"
"Oh, want proof. Here's the proof." The queen showed a photo of her affair with Arya.
Love surprised. But then he seemed to realize something. "Oh, so is that it?"
"Yes, so hurry up and get Arya. He must be inside, right?" The queen ruffled her waist and stood like a model.
Love is silent.
"My tears are too expensive for you!" inner Love.
At that time the Queen checked every room as if she had been there often. "Where is he?" ask the Queen after not finding Arya.
"In the hospital" replied Love calmly.
"What's? In the hospital?" the Queen asked her eyes.
"Yes, he's in an accident."
The queen was astonished and she tried to look for lies on Love's face. "Lied!" he tried to deny that Love was honest.
"Well, just say the same Arya. I was here. I'll come again tomorrow." The Queen spoke without caring about the feelings of Love.
I want it to feel Love grabbed her curly hair and kicked the bok-ong Queen, as well as the polished cheek make-up. But held back by Love. He clenched his hand. Go to the room and lock the door.
"That's...!"
Pranks!
Love throws a photo of her wedding to Arya. Crying out. Her tears were unstoppable again.
"You are Arya's sister. Because I can't give you a child. So that I am worthless in your eyes, ugh.. hiks hyks... Arya's sister...!" erang Love.
Long enough love to cry. And finally he was so happy. Staring at the broken glass scattered on the floor. He picked up the glass one by one. The skin of his index finger slashed.
"Agh."
Love stares at his finger and lets the blood drip away. "Why? Why don't I just die?" muttered.
"Ah... Brother Arya...! Why...? Why did you let me experience this. It's not my will to be unable to give you a child.... Agk.. hyx, hyx, hyx...."
Pensive love stared at the broken glass and let it sit for a long time.
"If you really want to marry that woman. Just please. But before that. Divorce me first!"