Mr. Arga's wife

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Ivanka can only smile, it turns out that rich people are the same as looking at others with one eye. Indeed many rich people are sincere but also many who look down on others.

"Sorry Madame Hera I don't want a piece of the treasure you have. I just want to live quietly with my husband now."

"Cih, it turns out that besides being despicable you are also a hypocrite. Now I'm so suspicious of what Frans has given you that you're presumptuous to reject my offer!" Hera growled at his age that is not young anymore sometimes emotions easily stop in him. He should be able to regulate emotions otherwise he alone would rise in blood.

"Frans gives love and happiness that cannot be exchanged for money." Answer Ivanka steady. Sometimes we have to silence the mouths of educated but immoral people like this. They uphold the values of education but undermine the moral values that exist in them.

"Hey ja*ang don't brag yourself too high because Frans is more defensively defended you Your degree is not higher than my pet dog in my house!" The hardship is shameless.

Such is the nature and attitude of a handful of rich people, they are like coins that have two different sides. Where on the one hand they are required to be rich people with high dignity and on the other hand rich people with dilapidated morals.

"Worthy of what you've spent too long at home a lowly and lowly person like me. This is not suitable for you and your honorable daughter-in-law!" He said as he glanced at his brother-in-law who had just been silent and became an observer of their debate.

"Let's go, the uneducated woman and her obscure child will only make you angry!" The insinuation is Ivanka.

"Wow sister-in-law it turns out you can talk I think you're a mute woman turns out your mouth is more disgusting than this uneducated woman!" Ivanka's sarcasm won't lose is enough of her being insulted and berated. He will not be angry if only himself is insulted because he actually also thinks it is not a noble woman. But if his son is included in this endless debate he feels angry. The child in the womb was a mistake. The mother's fault is not the child's fault. So they don't deserve to judge a child who doesn't seem to be.

"Fairing with you cheap lady don't assume your life will be quiet!" Annoyed Hera, she pushed Ivanka's body as hard as she could, causing Ivanka to stagger back and fall on the floor.

"Awhhh...!" Ivanka groaning when her buttocks have touched the hard ceramic floor. He held onto his stomach, feeling a great pain that he had never felt before.

"Please..help me!" His speech was weak, the dress that was worn had revealed broken amniotic fluid and also blood that flowed began to flow in his thighs.

"Let's die you girls don't know yourself!" Hera said again then they left Ivanka who was grimacing to endure the same pain and pain.

With strength still remaining he crawled towards the table where his cell phone was located. Free if he asks for help most of his neighbors are office people and some students also surely they are not in place.

"Whhhh you are strong, baby we call your papa first!" Ivanka said that it's starting to weaken. His consciousness was almost taken away but his determination was still strong he should not be weak his son was in need of it.

The blood coming out from the inside of Ivanka's thighs was already plenty. Even the blue dress has seeped and changed color.

"Hello!" His speech was weak when his call was received by the husband.

"What's the matter, baby?" Frans asked in a worried tone because he could hear clearly if Ivanka endured the pain.

"Please get home!" He said he could no longer continue his words. His consciousness was already completely gone he fainted from not being able to endure the excess pain.

Across the phone, Frans immediately walked out of his room. Fortunately today there was no hard task that he had to complete. He immediately headed to where his superior asked for permission to go home first due to urgent circumstances. After getting approval from the boss he immediately ran around like a chicken left by the mother. Hit it here and there and not necessarily the direction. Frans immediately headed to the parking lot where his car was.

He was very lucky because the company loaned the company car to him as compensation for the hard work he had already accomplished. Although it was just an ordinary car but it was more than enough for him now.

Frans was driving a car like a man who lost his mind. How not he no longer cares about traffic signs and gestures from other drivers whose cars almost intersect with his car. Now the focus is Ivanka, hopefully Ivankana can wait for her arrival.

Arriving in front of the apartment door his feet felt like jelly, limp boneless. She saw with her own eyes Ivanka leaning on the living room couch and her lower body covered in blood. With all her strength Frans approached Ivanka, she slapped Ivanka's cheek to wake the woman up.

"Darling wake up I've arrived!"

"Hey Ivanka it's me, open your eyes, baby!"

It felt as if the world was collapsing, Ivanka still closed her eyes not responding to her presence. Frans carried Ivanka's body to the hospital in her own car. It will be longer if he calls the ambulance.

Arriving at the hospital, she immediately shouted for help from the existing sisters. And Ivanka began to slightly open her eyes which made Frans feel quite a bit relieved even though not completely.

"Don't fall asleep again baby, don't leave me, you understand?"

"Frans please promise to always love my son! whatever happens, it's our destiny don't blame anybody."

Ivanka passed into the operating room a lot of drained energy is not possible to give birth normally and also bleeding that is still out.

Outside Frans' room already looked chaotic, he did not dare to imagine what happened after this. He walked back and forth in front of the operating room door non-stop. After the nurse asked her to sign Ivanka's surgery, she became even more confused.

For three hours he stood in front of the door but there was no movement from within which made him more agitated.

Shortly after, a female doctor came out of the room. His face showed a look of sadness.

"Good sir your son is born!" Said the doctor. Frans who heard that was a little relieved his son could survive.

"What about my wife Doc?" Ask Frans enthusiastically.

"Sorry sir to your wife you have tried everything you can but it turns out that God wills another. Your wife can't be saved."

Frans' world collapsed, Ivankanya left him for all eternity.

"You're the wrong doctor, my wife is strong and she won't die that easily!"

"But tu-" The doctor had not yet finished his speech Frans immediately barged inside to see Ivanka.

flashback off

The formula of a sense of love is trust and sincerity. As strong as anyone loves it is not a guarantee to feel the same way.

There is a time when someone to let go does not mean he is tired or lost in the struggle but because destiny has its own way. No human desire can change the destiny that God has laid down. And there are some things that really need to be left without a struggle.

After his condition stabilized, Frans returned to see his son. He must not be dissolved in grief because of Ivanka's departure. There is a son who is now waiting for a warm embrace of his body.