My story is not as beautiful as my dreams
Chapter 23
With a heavy heart, Adit finally had to take off his embrace with Marghareta, although his heart was heavy to leave his favorite wife, but there was another wife who needed him more.
"I'm sorry, "just that word came out of Adit's lips.
Reta just closed her eyes for a moment, she could not resist the turmoil in her chest, Reta came out of Adit's car, followed by Adit who opened the trunk and took out his wife's suitcase.
"You be careful on the road, remember do not speed, if it has been to Jakarta, please tell me" said Reta lirih, it feels heavy to let the husband leave him, but what power, he said, all did happen by his will, inevitably, sincerely sincere, Reta must be willing if Adit shared his love with other women.
"Yes, I walk first well dear." cetus Adit while peeking the top of the wife's head gently, Reta just closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of Adit's lips attached to her forehead, so comfortable for Reta at this time, making her heart more turbulent unwilling to let go of her beloved husband.
Adit left Reta who was still staring at his departure, Adit quickly drove his car without looking at Reta, because he saw the wife who is currently making himself more fragile and could not bear to leave Reta, he said, but on the other side there is Dea who needs him more.
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At eight o'clock Adit arrived at the international hospital parking lot, rushed Adit to the receptionist to inquire about Dea's whereabouts.
"Sorry, Dea Aprilia is in what room?" ask Adit to the nurse.
"So sir, I'm sorry about whose father?" the nurse said politely.
"I'm her husband sus." replied Adit firmly.
"Mrs Dea is in the VVIP room at the end of the hallway, sir! " said the nurse, her hands directed the location of the place where Dea was treated.
"Thank you sister" said Adit and left the nurse in a hurry.
Brake,,,
"Dea, I'm sorry I'm late" said Adit as he ran over to Dea, who is now lying on top of a hospital ward. Next to him there is mbak Sri who faithfully waited for her lady from earlier. Seeing his master has come, Sri immediately rose from his seat, then bowed his body as if giving respect to his master.
"Master, lady from earlier was not aware as well" said mbak Sri slowly.
"From her passing out hasn't been sober yet?" ask Adit to mbak Sri.
"Yes sir." replied Sri timidly.
"Yes already mbak Sri please take care of Dea for a while, I want to go to the doctor's room who handles Dea. Adit told mbak Sri his household assistant.
" Good sir." replied Sri while lowering her head.
Aditya leaves Dea and Mbak Sri, then goes to the doctor's office who handles his wife.
"Excuse me doc, I'm the husband of Dea Aprilia's patient" Adit said when he was in the doctor's office named Wildan Sharma.
"Oh yes, please sir, sorry about whose father?" ask Dr. Wildan to Adit.
"I'm Aditya" he said, shaking the doctor's hand.
"Thank you doc."
"How's my wife doing, Doc?" ask Adit curious.
"Sorry sir, until now the medics only predict if your wife is likely too exhausted, whether it's physical or his mind, maybe some days your wife is too much thought, too much thought, so that makes his body immune weakened, and his diet is also irregular, therefore your wife's stomach is problematic due to irregular eating patterns, which is not normal, your wife only consumes fruit that tastes sour." said Dr. Wildan clearly.
"Sorry doc, but why until now my wife has not been sober as well?"
"Oh, that's because your wife also lacks rest, my prediction may soon be that the father's wife will be human, if her body is well rested then the father's wife will soon be human."
"Is there a serious illness in my wife?"
"Hopefully there is no sir" the doctor assured Adit.
"Yes, I'll excuse you doc."
"Please sir."
Adit left the doctor's room Wildan with an erratic heart, his heart pounding, his blood flowing as if faster, somehow Adit's feeling could not be controlled, I can't wait to meet Dea again.
"Mbak Sri just go home, let Dea I take care" Adit told mbak Sri when he was in the Dea's room.
"Okay sir, if that's my excuse" said mbak Sri politely.
Aditya just nodded his head slowly.
After the departure of mbak Sri, Aditya approached the ward, noticed Dea's face, turned to the arm attached to the infusion hose, just imagine Adit was sick, because he was afraid of syringes. Haa haa who would have thought if the man was burly and had a firm jaw turned out to have a syringe phobia.
"Mas,, mas Adit," said the woman who was now looking at Adit, Aditya did not realize that his wife was awake, because she was too late in her daydreams.
Adit flinched as Dea's smooth hand stroked his cheek, Adit's gaze fixed on Dea's face.
"You're Dea, where's the pain? let me call the doctor." said Adit frantically as he turned Dea's body back.
"I don't papa mas." said Dea lirih.
Hearing Dea's words suddenly Adit's fine feathers bristled, not as usual Dea called himself mas, hearing the fact that made Adit's blood flow more rippling.
Seriate...
Whether the story is connected or not, sorry if this story is not good to read, thanks to those who already want to stop by my work, this is my work,
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