Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)
DISMISSAL
After Nadine's cry came to a halt, Zain let go of her embrace then carried Nadine and carried her up onto the bed.
"His face don't pout. Let the beauty not diminish." Zain pulled both of Nadine's cheeks to lift up, Nadine forced her smile.
Zain's hands are itching to monitor CCTV more closely, but he did not do because he prefers to hug and comfort his beloved wife who is now sitting leaning on the headboard of the bed while hugging her. He simply sent a message, telling his men to investigate anyone close to Riska and find out the man who most likely impregnated Riska.
"If you sleep, sleep."
"I can't sleep, brother."
"Here, don't think too much. I'll take care of this matter soon. You take it easy."
"Where not to think. I'm your wife but she's the mother of your son. It feels like my position is lower than her." Nadine said conveying all the sadness in her heart. Zain grabbed Nadine's hand and placed it on his chest, his hand resting on the back of Nadine's hand.
"The highest place in my heart, after Allah Subhanallah ta'ala and the prophet Muhammad, were my parents. Then you." Nadine looked up, to look into her husband's eyes full of probing. Trying to find a lie in the glare of Zain's sharp eyes, but he never found. What Nadine found was only a gaze full of love and honesty. Nadine hugged Zain again, her face struggling on her husband's chest which is now her favorite place.
"If she carries your child how?.." same question, which Nadine keeps asking. Until Zain's mouth froth, his explanation still could not relieve his heart. One tear now comes back.
"It's not necessarily that she's pregnant with my son."
"If it turns out she's pregnant with your child how?..."
"I told you I don't care....Huuff...."Zain took a long breath. "There's actually a benefit to this problem coming."
"What tongue?... My chest is still tight, so stressed."
"This is the benefit."
"So brother's happy to see I'm stressed."
"That's not what I mean."
"What does dong mean?..."
"I'm glad to see you scared of losing me. I thought, at first because I forced you to marry me, until you broke up with your ugly ex, you hated me and wanted to get away from me to get back to your ex-boyfriend, because it's so easy for you to ask for a divorce from me. But seeing you grieve like this for fear of losing me, made me more confident as your husband." Zain explained all his thoughts to Nadine.
"Sister, love me?..."
"Yes, that. That's why I want to do anything to marry you."
"Including abducting Brother Dion?..." Nadine asked, Zain nodded.
"Astaghfirullah hal adzin... How do I get married to the mafia!!!..." Zain simply smiled without even answering.
"I've never really loved Dion's sister, brother."
"If not love why dating with him?..."
"Where can I refuse him in front of many people, brother. I feel sorry for him, he was always nice to me. Always there for me. So I had to accept him. I'm actually still thinking the same thing about Dion, he said he's depressed."
"Who do you love?..."
"My husband's name."
"Why since marriage have you never once told me love."
"What do you think I'm resigned to bed because of?..."
"The vulgarity of your lips...."
"Haha... Pardon, brother... Forgive." Zain tickled Nadine's waist.
"From now on, we have to be open. I don't want any more misunderstandings after this." Zain said in the rest of his laughter.
"Yes, sister, it turns out holding something makes the chest tight."
"Never ask for a divorce from me, because it hurts so much when you hear it."
"Yes." Yeah."
"From us discussing the unimportant, mending us make love."
"Son, yes, in a crucial moment like this his mind is still there."
"Love is a panacea for frustrated people." Zain had already pierced Nadine's body and was about to kiss her, but he did not when he heard the knocking of the door. The couple looked at each other, with a questioning look.
"Wait here for a minute."
"I'm coming along."
"You wait here, I'll open the door."
"If that woman comes, how come brother?..."
"Of course." Zain hurried away. Nadine peeking at the door lip.
***
"Once open the door." Iqbal pushed the door slightly open by Zain and then gawked in without excuse.
"Sorry sir." replied Zain as he followed Iqbal who was now sitting on the sofa.
"Where is coffee for me?..."
"Yes, wait a minute, sir." Zain was about to get up to make coffee, but sat back down when he heard Iqbal's annoying words.
"Master, wait a minute" he told Iqbal. "Nadine, come here for a second." Zain shouted a little. Shortly thereafter Nadine approached Zain.
"Make coffee in a medium-sized cup. The coffee is a full spoon, the sugar is a spoon and a half. Do not use dispenser water, but boiling water directly from the stove. Stir it clockwise." Nadine scrunched her forehead a little confused by Zain's whisper. "understand." Nadine nodded then went towards the kitchen.
"So Ken called me." said Iqbal suddenly, Zain nodded, surely Ken had already told Iqbal the problem.
"Can you tell me more details." pinta Iqbal, inevitably Zain told the problem in detail because Zain did not want to dizziness himself.
"You can do a DNA test, Zain."
"I'm just afraid of the outcome, sir."
"Fear of reality." Zain simply nodded in response to Iqbal's words.
"DNA tests in the womb at a young age will be at high risk of miscarriage" said Zain.
"It's good to have a miscarriage."
"I'm just afraid of killing my own son."
"Where's the CCTV footage here." Zain immediately showed me what Iqbal was asking for. Iqbal smiled as he watched the recording.
"You don't want to ask why I'm smiling?..." Zain just frowned not understanding.
"I'm imagining that woman******was playing solo with you. Is it possible for a doctor to carry stimulants everywhere?... Unless the dope affects the erection on 'that' you."
***
Nadine walked towards the living room sofa, only to see her husband sitting alone.
"Where is Mr Iqbal, sis?..."
"Home home."
"Mr Iqbal is a strange note, sis."
"A little crazy but a genius" Zain said.
"How is the coffee?..." Nadine put her coffee on the table.
"For you."
"I don't drink coffee."
"I don't drink coffee either."
"No coffee but coffee is available in the kitchen."
"Bi Nurul has coffee. If I'd rather drink milk, let alone milk, milk brand Miss Nadine." Zain bit the button on his wife's shirt.
"Don't you know, what the hell, sister?..."
"The next one that was delayed yuk."
***
The next day Riska went to the hospital to carry out her usual duties. There was something strange about the gazes of the people in the hospital when they saw him walking. Some were whispering to each other, some were staring at him with scornful gazes and shuddering in horror.
"Yes, I didn't expect.... He can be determined first. Not that she doesn't have a husband..." Riska was surprised, she could vaguely hear the conversations of those around her.
"Doctor Riska." one of the people called him, making him turn his head.
"Yes." Yeah."
"A call to the hospital chief. You're waiting in his room."
"What's up?..."
"You just meet him right away to make it clearer."
Riska's feelings were already bad, not usually the hospital chief called her.
***
"Before I apologize, I must tell you that the license of the practice doctor Riska was revoked."
"But why?... What reason?..." Riska was shocked and unacceptable.
The head of the hospital gave information about his bad behavior, from the reasons for his marriage with Rangga, the events of his drunkenness at the Night Club and Riska's pregnancy. Riska's eyes glazed over in disbelief at what she saw.
***
With a step frenzied while wiping his tears, Riska out of the hospital, he could not stand the rumors circulating about him in the hospital. He was angry, embarrassed and saddened by the scorn from the people around him.
Riska entered her car and slammed the steering wheel.
"Hey..." Riska was aghast in shock when she saw the three men behind her.
"Who are you?..." Riska screamed in fear, in a matter of seconds Riska had been beaten until fainting.
***
Enjoyably.
