My husband, Doctor Adrian

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Nathan's POV

We were in my car for almost half an hour, in the hospital parking lot. I can only hold his hand.

"Lula.. We're going home, okay?"

He shook. "I went home alone.." He wants to open his seat-belt.

I held his hand. "Don't.."

He looked at me with his soft brown eyes. I can't speak the words he made.

"I'm anther.. Where are you going?" ask me in the end.

"The Angsana Road." he said briefly.

I'm nodding. "But you have to rest. Can't wait for you to be healthy.."

"I can do it myself." she said coldly.

"OK, okay. I'm anterin."

During the trip, Lula was silent. Sometimes I glanced at him, but he didn't flinch.

We arrived at a very famous lawyer's office in Jakarta. I'm rattled. What's Lula here for? But I chose not to ask anything.

"You want to wear this?" I took out a sunglass from my car drawer. There are indeed many sunglasses because I often use them when driving. Maybe Lula needed it to cover her crying face.

Lula touched her puffy eyes, then received my bunglasses. "Thank you" he said. He wears my sunglasses.

We got out of the car and went into the lobby of the office.

"Wait here" Lula told me.

I nodded and followed him to sit in the lobby.

"Good afternoon.. Lula's mother? Please, ma'am." a receptionist escorted Lula to the second floor.

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I had been waiting for Lula for about an hour when he suddenly came to surprise me.

"Have you?" my many.

He nodded.

"Yeah.." I clasped his hand, guiding him towards the car.

"Eh.. Ye.. Haven't eaten, have you?" I stopped and looked at him. It's almost twelve in the afternoon.

"Can you take me home?" says slowly.

"Oh, okay." I opened the car door for him.

"My house is on X Street." she said as soon as I sat on the steering wheel.

I'm stunned. That's not the Lula house I know.

"That's my mother's house." she explained.

"Oh, okay.." I'm nodding. Why didn't Lula go home to her husband? Especially after what he experienced? Lula also did not contact her husband..

Silent throughout the journey. Until we finally arrived at a magnificent house in one of Jakarta's elite housing.

"If you may know.. What did you do to the lawyer?" ask me to vent.

Since he never answered, I decided to be polite. "If you can't answer, gapapa. Sorry I was sassy.."

"I'm going to fight for my husband's divorce." she said quickly.

Whahuh? Did I not hear wrong?

"Ehm, wait.." call me.

He stopped his movement. "Yes?"

I looked into her sad eyes. I wanted to tell him I'm here. I want to listen to your complaints. But that came out of my lips instead.. "Why?"

He seemed confused by my question.

"Why.. would you divorce her?" ask again.

Lula was silent for a moment. He took a breath and said, "He doesn't love me."

My heart stopped beating for a split second. What kind of man is her husband? What kind of man doesn't love Lula?

"Well, I was wrong too. We are both guilty. I think it's the best way." he said suddenly, surprising me who was busy with my own thoughts.

Silent..

"Hispan?"

He answered me with his eyes.

"I'm right here. If you need a friend to confide, or.. Anything. Call me." I said.

He nodded and smiled a little.

"Oh yes, your car will I ask people to drive you here. Don't refuse.. It's the least I can do for you." I said.

He nodded. "thank you. I really owe you."

I could not answer, but he rushed down. "I go first." he said before closing my car door. He walked towards the gate and disappeared behind it.

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That night, I couldn't stop thinking about Lula. Her divorce was supposed to be the happiest news for me. The woman I love will break her bond with another man. I guess I'm the loser. I don't like this reality. I don't like the fact that he's not loved. I started to hate that guy. The man who was her husband. What has he done? Okay, okay. Maybe my logic thinks I'm wrong. The last time they met was in my office parking lot. Not until ten minutes later, Lula collapsed in front of the elevator.

I'm messing with my hair.

Is possible?

Is it possible that her husband caused her ....?

I took my phone. I searched his name on the contact.

Lula.

Lula, please lift!

I'm really worried about Lula.

Stupid stupid fool! Why would I take her home to her mother? Has he eaten? Does even her mother know what her daughter-in-law is doing?

There's no answer.

Damnit damnit!

I threw my original phone.

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I can't sleep. Thinking Lula. It was six in the morning when I realized I should go to the office. I don't know. Mind fucked. I know there's a good chance Lula's not in the office. I'd be mad if he worked today. He needs rest. But I have to meet him. I have to make sure he's okay. Ah already. I need to get ready for the office now.

All the way to the office, my mind wandered. I wonder how sad Lula is. She just lost her baby, and she's gonna lose her husband, too? What's he thinking? What exactly is the problem with both of them?

I put my car down and walked quickly to the floor where Lula's department works.

I walked into a large room containing dozens of employees working under Lula. Some people stood up and greeted me with respect.

"Lula exists?" many quick.

"Ehm.. Ms. Lula is on sick leave, sir." said a young woman who was looking at me in surprise. Just like a dozen other people.

Damnit. Of course he didn't come in.

"good. Thank ye.. Continue your work."

I immediately ran away from there, back to the parking lot. Only one is on my mind.

Lula.

I tried to contact him again, but still not picked up.

I started my car engine and immediately went gas-fired, to the one place I was sure Lula was there. I don't care about my status who I'm not. I just want to see with both eyes of my head that he's okay.