Knitting Wounds Extreme

Unwilling to divorce

"Mas, she ... is she ready for you?"

Aditya Darmadji could only gulp his bitter-tasting salivary. Embracing the unconscious Maya, witnessed by his beloved wife, leaves him shocked and near death. The man's heart struck out a bolt of lightning that struck the earth endlessly. His eyes flashed a panic that Aditya had never shown.

Plus, the recognition of Maya who has been pregnant with her child more than a decade ago. That means Aditya has a decade-old child. Isn't this something surprising.

"I'll explain later, Citra. Now, the patient needs treatment" replied Ditya quietly. At times like this, Maya's safety and health conditions are far more important than anything else.

"God, blood!" Screaming Shela who saw blood seeping out of Maya's injured smooth thigh.

Suddenly, Ditya and the woman in a nurse uniform named Citra Larasati, turned to look at Maya's thigh which was still wrapped in bandages.

Although it feels heavy, but Ditya does not feel burdened by Mayasari's crazy body weight. The man picked up Maya wordlessly, bringing her back into the room.

Shela paled in her place. The woman saw clearly, the look on her face and the flash of regretful eyes that Aditya had. Unfortunately, all of that will still not be able to make up for the wounds and suffering of a Mayasari Arsyad.

The man who always appeared Hedon and was famous for his flamboyant character, as if not thinking about the feelings of a woman who followed him. There is a sad and disappointed look at Citra, when she found out, her husband was apparently meeting with the woman of his past. Moreover, the patient named Maya was once pregnant with her husband's child.

Don't ask, Citra is certainly broken to pieces, with anger that she still holds. One that disappointed Citra, why was her husband never honest with her?

Outside the room Shela felt depressed about this condition. He needs to contact Jovita's mom to tell her the news.

In the night world, Maya is known as Sari Donna. Maya's pseudonym given by Mami Jovita.

After giving the handling to Maya, Aditya just realized, Citra has come out somehow since when. What Ditya remembered, he could see clearly how disappointed his wife was. Once again, Ditya exhaled his coarse breath.

How will he have to explain to his wife and also his wife's family, if they ask. While on the sickly bed in front of Ditya, the woman who had conceived her child, was unconscious. Maya's face was even paler than before, and Ditya felt increasingly guilty.

He looked at the clock that perched on his wrist, and Ditya's working hours were actually over half an hour ago. Dita should go home and sleep after this.

"What's your name? You're Maya's friend?" Ditya asked Shela, when Shela had just finished talking to Jovita's mom. There are a dozen regrets that Shela caught from Netra Ditya.

"I'm Shela, Sari's professional friend in the night world," Shela replied honestly as it is. His voice was flat and ordinary.

"Call me Ditya. I'll be home in a minute. I'll leave Maya to you, Shela. after this I'll come again as a visitor," said Ditya. He knew very well, how very tired he was and his body needed to take a bath to be fresh.

"No need to be dropped, Doctor Ditya. It has become my dependant to take care of and take care of my best friend. So go home, and you don't have to ask me for permission" Shela replied later. "Don't disturb Sari's life, I beg you. His life has suffered a lot during this time. Don't ruin Mayasari's feelings again, after she's gone to great lengths to fix it after you destroy it first."

"Thank you if so. Please do not let Maya go before her wound is fully healed" said Ditya again, before he left.

Ditya went home, to a house large enough, a place that had been inhabited by himself and the image, the wife. Maybe Citra doesn't want to see her anymore. But even so, it became an obligation for Ditya to explain.

Until Ditya arrived at his house, he went in, looking for his silent wife. And Aditya Darmadji furrowed his eyebrows, when he found his wife who was daydreaming near the sink while washing her hands, with wet cheeks.

"Partner, are you crying?" Lirih. Reaching out, his voice managed to create a shocked image.

The image itself is reluctant to answer, and prefers to wipe his tears.

"Let's sit down, I'll explain" Ditya grabbed his wife's hand, and led her to sit at the dinner table.

"He's ready, Mommy? Why did she confess to having your child first?" Image squeaking wirting.

Ditya let out a long sigh, dispelling the tightness and guilt in his heart.

"He is Mayasari Arsyad. The woman I used to seduce to give up her friendship to me, in a bamboo room covered with Rumbia leaves. There, I left him in a lying condition. I, I really don't know, if the consequences of that night caused her to conceive my son. I just found out, too," explained Aditya, looking down and playing his phone.

"I don't know if because of me, he was driven out of the village, stuck in the street to eat other people's leftovers. If I had known she was pregnant back then, I swear I couldn't have let her go" Ditya added.

"Never involve a vow to cover up your bastard nature, Mas. I thought you were the dream man of many perfect women. Apparently you can hurt a woman's heart and leave her, after you've enjoyed her body sari. God, we've been married for two years, and now comes the woman who claims to have conceived your child. It hurts, really hurts," Image sobbed. The woman folded her hands on the table, and slid her face over the folds of her hands.

"Yes, I'm the asshole. I am the sinner. Even Maya was disgusted with me. I deserve to be punished" complained Ditya. Sometimes, there are regrets that are too late.

A love for Maya, Aditya thinks will never come to her. Unfortunately from that night, Aditya has always had nightmares, and Maya's pain-bearing face, often haunting.

His ego and principle that would never marry a poor woman, seemed to be crushed by the shadow of Maya that he left behind. Aditya was sorry, yes, even though the regret was too late.

"I don't want you to divorce, Mom. Whatever happens, your mother's been warning me to keep our marriage. If you want to go after Maya, it's up to you because there's a child between you. Clearly, I will never want you to divorce" Citra said.

The woman named Citra, so adored and longed for Aditya since he was in High School first. Faced with the possibility of them separating, of course Citra will not let that happen.

"I don't know, Ci . . . but obviously, I have to find my son" Aditya later said.

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