New Young Mistress For My Husband
Vicky's crazy
Praaaang..The sound of the TV remote right hit the big TV screen in the VIP room of the hospital that Vicky was living in. He hasn't been able to move much by the doctor, but the pain of his heart seeing Vira's marriage to Alex makes him feel numb
...“Viraaaaaaa!!” Whispering while roaring, the infusion needle still attached to his hand he just pulled out so that fresh blood came out of his hand, several nurses and doctors came to try to calm Vicky who was raging and was about to incline down from the bed...
Vicky's heart was burning hot to see the coverage of Alex and Vira's great wedding on one of the private TV, he who was still battered had even forgotten how painful Alex's punch, Alex, was, now his heart hurts a lot more to see his beautiful ex-wife smiling happily with her own best friend
...“Viraaaaa!!” The screech then cried roaring, the nurse and the doctor were still busy holding his body so as not to leave the bed...
...“Mr. Vicky, please do not be desperate, your condition is still very weak!” Said a doctor...
Vicky shook his head, his tears seeping through the bandages wrapped in his face, mixed with blood and wound medicine that was still wet
...“Viraaaaaaa!” The strangler was not desperate anymore, as if Vira was in front of him...
The nurse and the doctor looked at each other, then the doctor nodded to the nurse who immediately held Vicky's hands and feet, one injection was given to Vicky to calm him down, vicky's gasping breath slowly became regular, now he was quiet. The nurse quickly confirmed his sleeping position, then cleaned the blood from his hands and then infused Vicky's hand back.
Diah who had been faithful to stand watching her son in the doorway could only cry sobbing by closing his mouth
A doctor who noticed that Diah was there then approached Diah and looked at Diah with concern
...“Sorry Mom, if Mr. Vicky like this continues then the healing process will last a long” said the doctor...
Diah rubbed her tears rough
...“Then what should I do doc?” Ask Diah...
The doctor breathed her
...“Look ma'am, the healing process is not only dependent on our treatment or the drugs we give, it also depends on the patient's own will, he said, if he has no motivation to recover then the healing process will be long” said the doctor...
...“Doctor mean?” Ask Diah...
...“I mean you have to make Mr. Vicky motivated to heal, try to talk about things that are fun with Mr. Vicky” said the doctor...
Diah is pensive, what's more fun for Vicky now than Vira? But Vira can not be reached again he has married Alex, and Alex is not a random person, let alone to seize Vira, imagine having a case with his family makes people creep.
...“How's Bu?” Said the doctor breaking Diah's daydream...
...“Ah yes doc, well. later I will try to talk to Vicky” said Diah terbatas...
...“Well then, I'm sorry” said the doctor who then moved out diekori the nurses who had finished handling Vicky...
After the death of the doctor and nurse Diah step gontai approached her child who rolled helplessly, Diah then sat himself in the bedside chair Vicky
Her tears came back
If this is the karma of his and Vicky's actions towards Vira, then this is very painful for him, whether Vira was this sick when he was lied to and betrayed by Vicky with another woman, Vicky said, was this sick as well when she saw her own husband struggling with another woman in front of her eyes, and was this sick as he was dragged and slapped by her own husband?
Diah's cell phone rang, she wiped the tears on her cheek and grabbed the phone in her bag
...“Hello Mba Ningsih” said Diah to Ningsih who contacted him...
...“Hello Diah, you watched Vira's wedding news on TV ga?” Cerocos Ningsih's ...
...“Yes Mba, I saw it on TV” said Diah weak, reluctant to discuss things that make his son almost crazy...
...“Is that really his niece Kanjeng Sultan Diah? Kok you never said to Diah, if you know he was his nephew Kanjeng Sultan from the first we have received him, no need nyampe make Vicky equal Vira divorce!” Ningsih...
Diah gave a rough sigh
...“I also just know today Mba, just saw Alex's wedding event with Vira on TV” said Diah...
...“You are stupid, Diah, you should have learned the life of your mistress, because - because of you we lost the opportunity to make friends with Kanjen Sultan!” Tandas Ningsih...
Diah was silent, whether he had to say what, for sure he knew now how his brother's character
...“This is if Vira ngadu macem - same macem Kanjeng Sultan continues the same husband and family can run out we Diah, all because of you this!” Ningsih added again with fire, Diah did not say at all, he preferred to end the conversation with Ningsih...
Just as he put the phone on the table, his phone rang again
...“Hello Mba Asri” said to his cousin...
...“Diah, did you see Vira Alex's wedding?” After the two money with Ningsih earlier, Asri immediately spurted Diah with the same question...
...“Clay Mba” replied Diah briefly...
...“You are how the hell Diah, how can you not know if Vira is his nephew Kanjeng Sultan?” Todong Asri's...
Diah again stared at the rough breathing
...“I don't know Mba, after me he is an orphan and not clear origin” said Diah flat...
...“Halah you are, from the past ndak can not be sandelin. try if you know Vira is his nephew Kanjeng Sultan, yes we pastu treat him well anyway!” Tandas Asri, Diah again - no longer budging...
...“Look out for Diah if Vira ngadu macem - macem about all of us to Kanjeng Sultan, you have to take responsibility!” Asri said, hanging up the phone...
Diah stared at the pus of her phone, her heart in excruciating pain, her own brother cornered her at a time when she was really in need of their support
Diah's phone rang again, but now he did not touch it, Pure's name was listed there and He knew what Pure would talk about must not be far from what his two cousins asked, no one asked how Vicky was, as if the news of Vira's marriage was far more important than Vicky's current condition. Diah scanned her still-covered son, then stroked his now-random son's hair - unkempt chirps, tears running down his cheeks.
His phone kept ringing, his cousins took turns to contact him, Diah got worse, his crying never ended.
