My husband, Doctor Adrian

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NATHAN'S POV

I was at Om Richard's company for a meeting with him, when I passed by Lula's empty room. Bizarrely. For years working with me, he never had permission.

I reached into my phone and pressed a few buttons.

"Hello, Jonas?" I can't hide my anxiety.

"Morning, Mister.."

"Where's Lula?" I'm just impatient. Jonas was supposed to pick Lula up wherever he went. It's not that I'm using Jonas as a spy, I just want to help Lula as much as I can.

"That's.. Lula's mother is in the hospital."

"What's? Who is sick? What hospital?" my pedicabs.

"I don't know, Sir. It's just that this morning when I arrived at Ms. Lula's house, the house was empty. He told me that he was at XX Hospital, sir."

Various bad shadows are difficult to prevent. I really worry about him.

"Big, Nathan.. Where are you going?" ask Richard to rebuke me. He must be confused at my behavior who just got to his office but will leave again. But I can't think clearly. I ran to my car and to the woman, the only woman I ever cared about.

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Have you ever felt a broken heart? That's how I feel when I see it. He was crying in silence. I don't know if I should be relieved or not. Relieved because I knew he was here, sitting in the waiting room of this hospital, not in that emergency room. He didn't look sick or anything less. It was less than ten meters away from me. Or not relieved because he looks so fragile. I want to give all my days so that only a smile adorns his face. But today, my efforts failed again.

I sat by his side, not wanting to surprise him.

He did not look at me. His eyes are straight ahead. His body trembled as it held back the crying. That too, not so successfully. Because tears still flow through her cheeks.

"Mama?" manywould be concerned. I know there is no one else he loves in this world. Besides, I also knew from my personal assistant that her mother had congenital heart disease.

He nodded very slowly, making me almost unsure that he had just responded to me.

I hugged one shoulder from the side, and tried to hug her body with my other hand wide open towards her.

He took my arms, buried his face in my chest.

I hope I can ease your pain.

I hope I can take your place, feel what you feel, free you from your wounds.

That time, I was destroyed for the next time. Seeing her stricken with grief like that was my hell.

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Mama Lula's been in the hospital for a few weeks. Lula still works, even though I forbid it. After work, Lula always came to the hospital to visit her mother. Often, he came home in the middle of the night from the hospital. At least, Jonas was always ready to drop him off.

Today, after the office, I also visited Mama Lula who was unconscious. My only goal is one, make sure that Lula is okay. I entered the VVIP room where Mama Lula was treated. I forced Lula to have her mother transferred here. I am very happy to bear all the hospital expenses. Money, should be the thing Lula was least thinking about right now.

I stared at Lula's body, which was sitting facing the hospital bed, behind me. His body is getting thinner and thinner. I closed my eyes in frustration. It was hard to convince him that he didn't have to work. There's absolutely no need. But let alone to stop working, to eat only he needs a little coercion.

A few days ago Lula blamed herself for being like this. He also told me what happened to me. I realize what they're going through must be very heavy. They both don't want this. What's more I. I love Lula. But, with her current content, it's hard for me to convince her to be with me. Plus, his mom's sick right now.

I took a step forward, Bu Luna was still lying on the bed as usual with many hoses and infusions attached to her body.

"Sorry, Ma." said Lula Lirih.

I stopped my footsteps, not wanting to disturb the privacy of this mother and child. As soon as I was about to turn around, my steps came to a halt again because of Lula's words.

"Mama deserves to hate me.."

I heard him sobbing. My heart's full. A moment later, I decided to stop him. I don't want him getting caught up in his grief. I grabbed both of his shoulders gently.

"Lula.. It's okay. Mama you must be sorry for you." I said trying to convince her.

He shook slowly. "I just hate myself.." He looked down, looking at his already big stomach.

I'm at a loss for words.

I can only think if the baby in your womb was mine. Is everything not going to be this complicated? Will you marry me? Will this not happen?

"Eat first, yuk.." I said slowly.

"You're sa first.."

"Now, Lula." I said in a deep voice. Actually I don't want to force it like this, but what can I do. I am just thankful that he listened to my request. Maybe he was because he was still disinclined and respected me as his former superior, I don't know.

When we were in the hospital corridor, Lula pulled out a small white envelope.

"This is for you." he said.

I cringed confused.

"What's this?"

"I promised, didn't I? Will pay off my debt to you? Take it.." she said, thrusting the envelope at me again.

I opened my eyes.

"What debt?" ask me to try to focus, when a face as beautiful as this in front of me to divert my mind.

"Mama's hospital." she said.

I was so amazed at him. Of course whatever the nominal inside this envelope means nothing to me, and it's still a long way to go to pay for what I've put out. But this woman, she really did not want to take advantage of others. He never once, as long as I knew him, wanted to trouble others.

"Lula, just save it for.."

"I won't talk to you again if you don't accept this. Even if little by little, I have to pay it off. I know it's nothing." her eyes looked at me softly.

"But.." I tried to undo his intentions.

"I would be very upset if you refused" he said.

"Okay, okay. I accept. Thank you." Thank you." I put the envelope in my original suit pocket.

We walked to the hospital exit. As I reached into my phone in my pocket to contact Joe, my assistant and probad driver, Lula walked ahead of me. Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of us. I blocked the light with my hand that I raised right in front of my forehead. At that moment, I realized..

"Lula!" I pulled Lula's confused hand. Right in front of us, dozens of photographers and journalists from various media tried to take our photos, showering us with a beam of flashlights.

I pulled Lula into my arms, forcing her face to sink into my chest. That's all I can do for her, hide her face.

"Nathan Dawson! Is she your lover?" shouted one man.

"What do you think of your parents' divorce?" tell someone else.

I pulled Lula's hand back inside the hospital, hoping that no one could take her picture.

When we got back inside the hospital, I pulled Lula's hand slowly so she could walk beside me.

He, looks confused. "What's going on, Nathan?"