My Bow to the Destiny of Love

The immoral message

Pov Ardian...

A month has passed since I left Chayra out of town. This morning, Mr. Randi again reminded me of another visit to another area. I just kept quiet when Mr. Randi said that. Although the estimated birth of my son is still about three weeks away. I don't know why I've been so vigilant since this moment. Chay often complains of her back pain. Ah, seeing my wife train makes it harder for me to leave her for work. But, I have promised myself to be able to make my wife happy without interference from other parties.

"Ardian.." Suddenly Dodit pulled my cheek hard. He looks upset at me.

"What's wrong?" ask me without guilt.

"You have been daydreaming all the time. Being called repeatedly there was no response. I was asked by Mr. Randi to call you. He said there's something to say, but it shouldn't be represented." The dodit immediately passed after finishing his sentence. He even glared as he passed.

Well, my cheek feels like a little bit of a Dodit's hand pull. That person now already thinks of me like his own sister if there is no one. But, once there was another person his attitude would instantly turn one hundred and eighty degrees. Though at the beginning, he was his feet for mercy. Huh.. I rubbed my cheeks again. Hopefully the red is gone because I have to face Mr. Randi now.

By reading the basmalah, I knocked on Mr. Randi's door.

"Now.."

I pushed the door slowly when I heard Mr. Randi's voice from inside. Oops, it turns out that Mr. Randi is discussing with the Secretary of Directors who are famous for looking glamorous and sexy.

"You sit on the sofa. I'm gonna finish this off with the Goddess."

"Good, sir." I immediately took a firm sitting position. Eh, my eyes even focused wrongly on looking at Madam Dewi. I immediately lowered my head while being a guest. This woman was really flirting with the faith of Adam. I just wonder if Mr. Randi's eyes don't hurt to see such a sight every day. I'm looking for another object to look at. There is no way my eyes are constantly staring at Madam Dewi. Can geer again that people stared at me continuously. Well, put on a show forget to bring hp again. If this is the story, I want to sleep. No one likes to wait, because waiting is the most annoying thing.

About fifteen minutes wait until finally Bu Dewi out of the room Mr. Randi. Uh, her style goes like a top model again. But unfortunately his posture is not too high so it is not suitable to be a model.

"Why are you staring at the Goddess? Surprised you saw that woman dressed as a kayak?"

I immediately stammered hearing Mr. Randi's words. "Eh, ng. No, sir."

"Your eyes are like people who have seen women dressed in sexy clothes. If I'm immune to seeing it like that. I'm not affected at all."

"Yes.. Thank you, sir. If I'm going to be privileged just like that if I have to be like that continue to be the same as him."

"For me, only my wife is the most beautiful. Want her to dress like anything, in my eyes is still my most beautiful wife. So, when I saw another woman, I immediately imagined my wife, so that their appearance was just a wind passing by for me."

"Well, you're great then." I was silent for a moment thinking about something. "But not the wife of the Father...."

Randi smiled looking at me. "My old wife is dead. But, now I've found a connecting mother for my two children. I can't possibly work as well as I do now if there's no outside and inside support."

"Eheheh.. Mr."

"That's why I called you here to question your readiness to get out of town tomorrow."

I immediately gasped. I did not expect that this matter would be discussed by Mr. Randi again.

"I contacted Mr. Sucipto earlier. He said you should help me. But, I personally find it hard to invite you." Mr. Randi took a deep breath and looked at me with a difficult look. "I know you must be hard to leave your wife, right? I'm afraid you're going through the same thing I've been through. It is your duty to meet the demands of work. But, once again I personally allow you not to come."

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief hearing Mr. Randi's words. "T. Thanks for understanding, sir."

Mr. Randi nodded. Suddenly patted me on the shoulder a few times with great emphasis. "Deliver all your work to Dodit. Leave from now on so he can control everything. You can go now."

I smiled as I got up. "Thank you again, sir. I say goodbye, assalamualaikum.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.. uh, wait, Ardian."

I turned around and looked at Mr. Randi.

"You should keep going to work. Not because you didn't come out, you took a day off and slept at home."

"It's good that you understand." Mr. Randi nodded. I smiled as I continued my steps.

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Chayra grimaced softly as she felt discomfort in her lower abdomen. Glancing at the clock that already showed at half one in the afternoon. Intend to wake up to establish Zuhr prayer after resting his body for a while. But his body was in all pain. "Is it time?" He said softly while holding his waist which felt like it was going to break. Just to stand up, he felt not strong. He took another deep breath, there was no one at home he could ask to help him. With a deep breath, Chayra was finally able to stand up. Dragging his feet to get to his desk.

Chayra grabbed her KIA book. Look for the estimated birth records listed in the book. It should be such a small thing that he remembered so as not to get tired of going back and forth opening books.

"There's three more weeks.." Chayra again grimaced with the pain. He must contact the Obstetrician who handles it so that his feelings are calmer. He took a deep breath to relax his mind. Successfully, the pain slowly disappeared.

About ten minutes Chayra talked to the doctor. He was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after getting an explanation from the Doctor that the thing he was experiencing right now was a false contraction. This is common during the third trimester of pregnancy. Especially at birth as she is now.

Ting..

Ting...

Ting...

Having just breathed a sigh of relief, Chayra was startled with a barrage of incoming messages.

"Eh, what is this.." Chayra scrolls through three photos on her phone. Photos, photos and photos.. "Astagfirullahal..." Chayra's chest felt tight to see the photo. Return to reciting istighfar to calm his feelings that began to waver because of seeing the photo. "Your husband won't be like that, Ayra.. Oh, my God, it hurts like this..." Chayra closed her eyes as her head felt dizzy and her gaze swirled. "What the hell is this. Who sent this immoral photo.." Chayra's breath was stinging. His breathing is getting irregular. Suddenly his stomach was sick. Chayra gulped her saliva a few times.

"O Allah strengtheneth the servant, O Allah..." Chayra pressed her increasingly throbbing temple.

Ting..!

One message back in. But just to see the message it feels like Chayra is not strong. He closed his eyes, resting his body on the bed. His swirling gaze made him not dare to open his eyes.

The sound of greetings in front made Chayra shout hysterically. "Bian.. please Brother..!"

Bian who had just returned home from school was shocked to hear her brother's scream. She rushed to Chayra's room and found her brother grimacing with his head on the bed.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, sister Ayra why..?" Bian grabbed her brother's body, leaning Chayra's head on his lap. "Sir why..."

"Handphones. mobile.."

Bian who was confused between seeing the condition of his brother and his words finally grabbed Chayra's phone. Seeing Chayra who did not dare to open her eyes made Bian finally ventured to open the phone. His eyes immediately gasped at the message that was plastered as soon as he opened the cellphone lock.

Her husband needs snacking, Ma'am. Can not be satisfied husband so husband looking for snacks on the roadside..

"Astagfirullahal..." Bian immediately rubbed his face, next to his hand looking for Ardian's mobile number and immediately contacted his sister-in-law. However, until several calls there was no response from Ardian.

Bian sent a message to his mother. Her brother had to be taken to the hospital immediately to be treated. "Sister Ayra wait a minute, I've called Mom. I hope you get home soon." Bian began to panic because his brother kept on twitching his temple.

"Contact Mas Ardian too, Deck." Chayra said without opening her eyes.

"He's. He's got no response, brother. I tried it repeatedly. It seems he's busy."

"My head hurts so much.."

"Did Ayra see the message on Brother's phone?"

Chayra. He should have deleted the message so that no one would know.

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