My Beloved Baby Sitter's

My Beloved Baby Sitter's
Part. 10



"aduuhh. bi.bibi..," Wulan whirled out of the room.


His head felt spinning, his body drenched in cold sweat. Withstand cramps accompanied by pain in the stomach. The woman staggered out of the room to seek help.


A bit of ingested poison had entered through his digestive tract. Reactions are not as severe as they should be.


Occasionally the dusky but Wulan desperately keeps his consciousness intact. He doesn't want to faint here right now. Resisting extreme pain in order to save her stomach baby who is either fine or not.


"Bie... Bi iraaah..," Her voice hardened, hoping that bi Irah would come.


"Tanteens... Aunt saraahh..," Again shouted with the rest of the energy.


"Auucchhh.please." his throat choked.


Lucky before leaving the room, Wulan had grabbed her cellphone. Trying to get in touch with Jason even though he's out of town. I hope anyone can help him now.


Twice Wulan made a call but was not picked up. Maybe her husband is still very busy.


It felt like giving up and lungli just collapsed. But Wulan tried to stay awake for the sake of her baby.


The woman opened an online taxi app, squeezing it with trembling fingers but still being forced.


"Tante.please.ttolooonng..," Rintih Wulan rasping.


Sarah, who was sitting at the dresser in her room, looked at a dull picture of Andini, which she had kept since she was in prison. Time and again the image of the child who has left the mortal world.


"Tante..please..," Wulan's voice broke his thoughts about Andin.


Shouldn't Wulan have fainted after drinking the juice he had given poison. Why can he still scream. The woman should have fainted in the room at this time, until later someone who will find her when the condition of her fetus will no longer be able to be saved.


Sarah got up from her seat, rushing out from behind the door of her room. Surprised and disappointed to find Wulan still able to stand despite shaking at the top of the stairs.


"Why are you Wulan?" The show started again.


"Please...Wulans...Aunty..," The whim. "Ru.mah is sick..tantee..," Wulan said.


Sarah frowned confused, why Wulan is still alive today.Fuck, Farhan said the poison was potent. One drink at least certainly can faint and the baby will not be helped. But this what, this bastard can still stand?'


"Tan..te..," Lirih Wulan was agitated, occasionally closed in withstanding the overwhelming taste.


"Eh, i..iya..," replied Sarah stammered.


Wulan's condition was so weak at the top of the stairs, Sarah's mind was spinning, it felt like she wanted to push Wulan who looked bad like this time. Maybe not only the baby will die, but the woman will if they fall and roll from the top floor.


But...Sarah sighed again, thinking of a step more appropriate than the silliness that could lead her to prison like before. Everything should be thought out and played out better.


"Let's Wulan, Auntie help us get down to the hospital," said Sarah attentively.


"Why are you, Wulan? Why is this so?" Continue Sarah while touching Wulan's body.


Wulan simply shook her head weakly, unable to answer anything anymore.


"You're sitting here for a while, let Auntie pick up the phone for the cab."


"Udah Aunty, Wulan already.pesen," said Wulan stopped Sarah's footsteps.


'fuck, he can still order a cab? Brazen Farhan, you cheated me!' it's inward.


"Yes, Auntie get the bag first." Then Sarah ran to the room and condemned her failure this time. Cussing inwardly, swearing to make calculations on his men named Farhan who are not as clever to give a terrible poison that is not as potent as it is said.


Just as Sarah was descending again downstairs, outside the taxi that Wulan had ordered had come.


Rushing Sarah assisted the taxi driver memapah Wulan climbed into the car and then drove to the nearest hospital to get first aid.


Sarah filled out all the administrative data when Wulan was rushed to the ER, not too concerned with the condition of the pregnant woman. All he did was to save himself and execute his backup plan.


While Wulan felt himself to be in life and death. Medics put up infusions and oxygen hoses. An obgyn doctor examined Wulan's contents using an ultrasound device. Check the baby's heart rate which sounds faster.


**


"So what do you think Jason?" Director Johan seemed to cross his arms in front of his chest.


Jason who was standing next to her smiled and nodded. "Like the initial plan, I think everything went well, I agree with the concept that has been implemented."


"After this, I'd like to invite Mr. Jason for a private lunch. I mean, it's just me and you, there's no need to bring in staff and the others."


Jason turned his head, looking at the middle-aged man's face. "Sure sir," he replied in agreement.


After the review, all staff returned to their work. Jason and director Johan head to a fancy restaurant.


After speaking stale while waiting for their food order to arrive, Jason put on a serious face.


"Is there really anything you want to tell me personally?"


"Nothing, I just wanted to invite Mr. Jason to a meal together as a good colleague. Give something, "he replied.


"What is that sir?" Jason asked curiously.


Director Johan reached into the pocket in the suit he was wearing. The man pulled something out.


"Please, I feel I should specifically give this to you directly." Director Johan pushed a golden red envelope decorated with a sparkling ribbon.


"What is this sir?" Jason asked, even so the handsome man still grabbed him.


"Marriage invitation," replied director Johan.


Jason blinked his eyes, excited and confused at the same time. Who's getting married?


The man hurried to open the beautiful envelope, reading one by one the name of the bride-to-be engraved with gold ink there.


Jason's eyes were perfectly rounded, staring alternately at director Johan's face as well as the envelopes with names he was so familiar with.


"Miss Bianca and.... Ibram?"he muttered while frowning and looking for an answer from director Johan's face.


The middle-aged man nodded. "Yes," he answered briefly.


***


Jason ran towards the taxi he had booked and picked her up at the airport. He came home in a hurry with the fastest flight of the day after Bi irah tried to call him many times and told him that his wife was in the hospital again.


Damn it, during the meeting and lunch, the phone he was silent. He continued to curse himself for his carelessness.


"Please hurry up a little sir" he told the driver, who nodded in response.


He repeatedly checked the watch in his hand. Time seems to be running slower than usual. His heartbeat was irregular because of anxiety and fear, afraid to imagine what might happen to his wife and fetus in the womb.


While the irah continues to ponder back and forth in front of the VIP room where Wulan is getting intensive care.


"Bi, what's really going on?" Jason ran towards the confused and frightened irah.


"Master," greeted her with reddened eyes almost crying.


"What about you, bi?" Ask with confusion.


"The lady is still being handled by the master, and should not be disturbed." He answered with his hands in front of his chest.


"What really happened bi? Tell me everything." Jason urged the housekeeper he trusted so much.


Bi irah told me everything that happened that she knew. That this morning he went to drop Rayyan off at school and went to the market. Then what he knew next from Sarah was that her mistress was in the hospital. And what really happened to her pregnant young mistress, she didn't know.


Jason's feelings were really not calm. Just as the man wanted to try to break in, SpOG doctors and nurses were seen coming out of the room where his wife was lying.


***