
“Who doesn't understand your feelings? Your husband did it for you. I finally let you get married is for your sake, Raya died for you, Johan asked Arkan to keep his son alive for your sake. Actually everyone did it for your sake Wulan,” said grandfather after Wulan left the room.
“Wulan just still don't understand the cake state. She was in a big pregnancy, the worries within her increased drastically. The fear, the anxiety, the worry, the fatigue, all the things he was feeling right now. Added to this problem? So it still takes time for Wulan to accept that Brian is still alive. If only Mr. Brian was really dead that time.”
“Hopefully he can be more mature in addressing this issue,” said grandfather later.
Meanwhile in the room…
Wulan stood staring out the window. While rubbing his stomach was really very big, he kept thinking about what way he could do at that time.
“Should I go to that factory to kill that bad guy.”
“No, I'm not a killer like him.”
“But what if he recovers, what will he do to me and Arkan. Is he going to put Arkan's car in jail? Or will he finish off Arkan's mas?”
“No no. I can't think that. Do not let such an incident happen.”
In a panic, Wulan retrieves the phone from inside her bag and then contacts Buto.
“Buto, what time are you home?”
“The kayak is a bit bad Nyah,” replied Buto.
“Jam?”
“Jam 12 nyah,” sahut Buto.
Wulan stared at the digital clock on the nightstand that had shown at 9:30.
“Go get me yes, I want to find something,” said Wulan.
“Well it.”
At eleven at 11:30, Buto and Irma had already arrived home. He arrived half an hour earlier than he said.
At that time Wulan immediately took some sheets of paper from inside the drawer, a golden engraved black pen and seal. He put the paper and pen into the bag and then went down. And a few sheets of seal in the drawer came into his bag.
At that moment, Buto was waiting for him under the stairs.
“We walk now nyah?” ask Buto.
“Iya, come.”
“Irma, tell my grandfather and aunt to walk for a while yes,” said Wulan.
“Why not say goodbye first brother?” ask Irma who is still busy checking the new items in her purchase.
“I hunt.”
At that time also the woman with a distended stomach was walking out to the car garage. Before Buto got into the car, he was already in the car followed by Buto a few moments later.
“Where are we going?” tanya Buto after the car engine is on.
“We go to the place of yesterday,” answers that sound lightly in the ear of Buto. It seemed like her master had planned this carefully.
“What mistress sure will be there?” true Tanya Buto wanted to convince Wulan, that it might be dangerous.
“I want to assure you one thing with Brian mas. I have to meet him.”
“Alright, I'll take the madam there but on condition.”
Wulan looked at the protective man beside her.
“What?”
“I have to go with the madam into.”
“Alright.” Wulan's short answer finally made Buto agree to take his employer there.
After a while, Wulan and Buto had arrived at the factory parking lot.
Wulan walk steadily into the factory through the rolling door. He continued walking towards the corridor followed by Buto behind him.
Upon realizing that something was coming, a white coat man walked out of a room.
“Whose you?” ask the doctor.
“I Wulan wife Mas Arkan,” replied Wulan steady.
The doctor frowned, “Wife sir Arkan?” ask the doctor as if he can't believe it.
“What need does mom have here?” The doctor finally decided to believe Wulan's words.
“How is Brian sir?” ask Wulan.
The doctor was a little confused at once convinced. He was confused about whether to answer the question of pregnant women in front of him and he also felt sure if Wulan was indeed the family of Arkan sir.
“Means mother?” ask the Doctor.
“Yesterday, Brian has not been awake, is he awake now?” ask Wulan.
“Already ma'am, sir Brian has been dating since last night.”
“What happened to him?”
“Sir Brian always tries to commit suicide. He tried several times to injure the nurse guard here, also several times tried to hurt himself.”
“How did you guys cope?” asked Wulan while walking into the room.
“We give him a sedative, sometimes we tie his hands.”
“What brian sir can be healed?” asked Wulan while looking at the donter's face.
“Sir Brian permanently paralyzed, can not be cured bu. His spinal nerves are already damaged, he can't possibly walk anymore.”
Hearing the doctor's words Wulan thought for a moment.
“Last this mental state of Mr. Brian who increasingly can not be controlled. He often hurts himself.”
“Hh how not, a haughty Brian Susanto ended up like this.”
“I want to see it,” said Wulan.
“Mistress,” forbid Buto.
“I'm okay to come in. You heard yourself how she was doing?”
“I came in with madam.” said Buto.
“Come in, and see for yourself.” said Wulan.
Finally Wulan stepped into the door where Brian was being cared for and with his faithful Buto entered the room together.
After Wulan entered the room, the man's doctor immediately contacted Arkan.
“Pak, dad's wife is here.”
“What?”
Without a second thought, the vehicle that had been heading home to Wulan's house immediately turned around. Arkan at full speed to the Gatot Subroto road where Brian is being treated.
Meanwhile inside the room Wulan had just entered. Brian was asleep on the patient's bed, with an infusion tube and a bandage coiled around his left wrist.
Wulan walked slowly closer to the man who was still asleep.
Long Wulan stood looking at Brian, she patiently waited for the man to wake up from his sleep.
“Should you be dead. Life like this is better than a wolf entangled in a death hole.”
Brian's eyes were opening. His eyes looked at the sky of the room, then shimmered around the room. As her eyes caught Wulan's figure, Wulan immediately floated a cynical smile as if laughing mockingly.
“Should have you dead!” serapah who arrived just came out of Wulan's lips.
“What are you doing here?” brian's loud and heavy voice sounded forced out of his throat.
“You have a debt with me that you have to pay today as well,” said Wulan.
At that moment Brian's eyes were fixed on Wulan's distended stomach.
“You live very well without me. You succeed. You live with love. You live very harmoniously. While me? Haha,” sounded a small laugh at the end of his speech. It was as if he was laughing at his own fate.
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TBC…