Mahligai Infidelity
- For a Paper-Sheet
Wulan moved a step forward closer to Brian.
“How does it feel to live in helplessness like this?” engraved a small smile on both corners of Wulan's lips. “Are all your evil deeds worth it?”
“I feel very satisfied, my life is awesome.” Brian's smiling face looked at the sky of the room. “Only too bad I didn't have time to fire the trigger on the boy's head,” Brian said.
The kid Brian meant must be Zaka.
“Zaka. She was almost four years old, she grew up to be a cute and smart child. He is very quiet and very attentive. Irma is very good at educating her children,” said Wulan.
Brian clenched his right hand fingers tightly. While the fingers of his left hand are still tied to the bed trellis with a bandage at the end of his wrist.
“I will die happier if that child dies too. Descendants of a Brian from a maid are not worth living!”
Brian then glanced at Wulan.
“What debt should I pay you?” he asked, closing his eyes as if he did not care about Wulan's request.
“Debt a divorce you promised on board the Swan sea. And a confession to Zaka. He will be your successor, carrying the name Susanto behind his name.”
Wulan's speech at that time made Brian laugh out loud, his laughter echoed throughout the room even out of the room.
At that time the man's doctor went into the room just to make sure that Wulan was okay. After whispering in Buto's ear, the doctor came back out.
On the doctor's aba, Buto stood closer to Wulan. He was asked to take care of Wulan more carefully.
Brian stopped laughing. He did not say a word, his mimic was more like someone who was thinking about something.
“How?” ask Brian later.
Wulan immediately took out a white paper, and a seal. After painting the bottom of the seal, he attached the seal to the paper. He did the same for the next paper.
A paper he put in front of Brian.
“I only need a signature on this seal,” said Wulan.
“Daddy,” Buto reminds Wulan to keep a little distance from Brian.
Wulan stepped back a few steps as Buto said.
Brian thought for a moment staring at the blank white paper with the seal already at the bottom of the paper.
“How will I sign this paper?” ask Brian.
Wulan again reached for the bag that hung on her arm. He took out a black fountain pen engraved with a golden color.
He took a few steps forward and handed the pen to Brian.
Brian hinted at something with his fingers.
“Please raise this bed a little,” pinta Brian. This time his eyes were staring at Buto.
As requested, Buto moved towards the bottom of the bed then turned the button that was there.
Slowly the bed on Brian's head was lifted up. Once inside a 150-degree angle, the paper is placed on its stomach.
With a slightly shaking hand, a signature he scratched on the white paper until the tip of his signature hit the seal.
“You shouldn't need my divorce papers, you could be my heir. You can become rich after my death,” said Brian.
“It happened. In the eyes of everyone you are dead! But you take it easy, all your inheritance, I won't touch it. Everything I will give to Zaka when he grows up,” said Wulan.
Hearing that Brian became a little emotional. He squeezed the black pen in his hand. The iron pen was so sturdy it did not crack in the slightest.
“I'm not willing to give mine to the boy,” murmured Brian.
It was also an idea in Brian's brain. He handed over the paper he had signed.
Wulan moved forward to pick up the paper, then handed the other paper to Brian.
A moment Wulan was caught off guard, the hand that handed the paper pulled Brian violently until Wulan's lower abdomen hit the bed.
Brian continued to clasp tightly onto Wulan's wrist.
Seeing that, Buto tried to pull Wulan away from Brian. Namu's hand was clutching at Wulan's wrist so tightly. Buto continued to try to take off Brian's hand which continued to grip Wulan's wrist.
Once again Brian tried to pull Wulan violently until his stomach hit the bed again.
At the same time Arkan arrived in the room. He immediately hugged Wulan's body which seemed to start groaning in pain.
Buto finally managed to pull Brian's hand off from Wulan's wrist.
Brian's wrists swung swiftly about to pierce the polpen into Wulan's stomach, and Arkan swiftly blocked the pen with his arm.
The puncture wound on Arkan's arm was bleeding. Similar to Wulan, blood out of her womb flows up to her thighs and calves.
“Darling, are you okay?” ask Arkan who was only replied to a small scream by his wife.
Seeing the blood coming out from the blemish of Wulan's thigh, Arkan became a little scared. At that moment he immediately carried Wulan's body and ran out of the room.
Meanwhile, in the room there is a struggle between Buto and Brian. Buto restrained brian's body with his left hand. His right hand grabbed Brian by the neck.
“If anything happens with madam Wulan. I'll kill you!” speech that was thrown just like that from Buto's lips. He pressed Brian's neck down and choked.
“Pak, release. Patients can be out of breath,” prevent doctors who have just entered the room.
Buto immediately released Brian.
The doctor who had prepared a sedative injection directly injected Brian's arm with a sedative that he had prepared.
The black pen was not how big it was still in the slippage at the jemari Brian directly swung towards his neck. The pens poked on the neck continued to bleed fresh, in just seconds Brian drooped and then did not move anymore.
Meanwhile, in the middle of a crowded vehicle passing by, Arkan broke through every narrow blemish among a row of cars that were traveling slowly.
The nearest hospital to his destination was still about a kilometer ahead.
The wife continued to groan in pain, and the dizziness in her head grew.
“Mas, our child will be born mas, mas sick,” cried Wulan in the middle of the sound of several car horns behind Arkan.
“Woy with eyes,” shouted a driver beside him, because at that time Arkan forced a narrow break between the car and the motor that was stuck in traffic.
Arkan doesn't understand the drivers out there.
His eyes only turned towards Wulan, while occasionally his left hand stroked Wulan's stomach.
“Baby baby, we will soon arrive.”
Arkan's eyes drifted toward the hospital building, only a few meters away.
“Sabar darling,” says it again.
Amidst the pain and small cries of Wulan. A white paper with a seal was still in his grasp. The precious thing he got though had to replace with the pain he felt at that time.
After a few minutes, Arkan's car had entered the hospital yard.
Blood seeps in Arkan's white shirt. Holding Wulan he walked quickly into the emergency room.
Seeing the condition of those who had been filled with blood, the doctors immediately lifted Wulan from Arkan's hand and took her to a bed.
“Save my wife and child doc. Looks like she's about to give birth.”
The doctor checked Wulan.
“Pregnancy doc, Ana is ready for surgery right now,” ask the doctor on her assistant.
“Jan, contact donter Emma.” Shouted the doctor while walking pushing Wulan towards the other room.
Arkan faithfully went where Wulan was.
“Father of her husband?” ask the nurse there.
“Sign for operation license sir, we will immediately bring your father's wife to the operating room,” said the nurse.
After signing the paper, Wulan was immediately taken to the operating room.
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TBC…
