Not the Substitute Husband

B, S, P, 2

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"An accident just happened. A Ferrari driven by a Drug cart boss in a police chase hit a sedan with one coming from the opposite direction. Two men were thrown into the street and one woman collapsed on the spot. That's the latest news." The news broadcaster reported.

The sound of sirens and rumors of people enveloping the three who were transported into the ambulance car.

Two hours later, a group of white robes were seen running with two men drooping. Salwa's husband opened his eyes as he extended his hand to Luke, who turned his face to him in a state of unconsciousness. When the blood-soaked finger was about to reach Luke.

"Surge!" Shouts the Doctor brought himself into a different room with Luke.

Plakk! Husband Salwa's hand fell.

"Doctor's heart rate patient's weakened!" A faint voice sounded.

An hour passed one by one the doctor and the nurse came out to remove the mask. The doctor then met Salwa and the police waiting in the waiting room for the operation. But one of the nurses who discovered the awkwardness.

"Doctor how is this?" Ask a nurse to the other doctor who will be leaving the room.

"What's wrong?" Reproach the doctor when seeing nurses and doctors coming out of the patient's room. The two then recounted what happened while occasionally glancing at Salwa and the police.

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After the surgery, the patients were moved to different rooms. Half an hour later one of the police officers returned to Salwa the belongings of Luhan Kardinata found at the scene of the crime.

"Thank you." Salwa opened Luhan's phone while looking at the man lying limp from the glass door of the room. He finds ten missed calls from his sister Salma. "Is he planning on interrupting our honeymoon?" Opens five new messages of the same name. "What the fuck?" Seeing so much chatt-friendly both inside. "God!" Seeing a photo of Salma just wearing a bikini up to without wearing anything on his body.

Click! Play the recording on the phone.

"aaah...Ahhh...Aaaaah!" The grunting sound from Salma's face that filled the screen with Luhan that befell his body from above was wearing nothing.

Tup! Salwa's finger stopped the recording of the intercourse by her brother Luhan and Salma. He cupped his face with one hand while crying as he pleased.

"Excuse me!" Reprimanded nurse who found the irregularities in both previous patients in the operating room.

"What's the matter?" Salwa asked her tears as she stood up from the chair.

"Is there something wrong with the patient?" The nurse asked with a panicked face.

"Suster."

"Yes?"

"Can I bring the patient home?" Salwa asked tightly clasping Luhan's phone in anger.

"But Miss patient is still in-"

"-please!" Caught the nurse's hand. "Please take me to see a doctor who can do it." Salwa Pinta.

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A week later, Salwa was sitting pensively in a room with a man still lying down with the help of a hose and a monitor that detected a heart rate. It was like Salwa to pull out the hose that was stuck in the nose and wrist.

Calls and messages kept coming from Kardinata's family and her family including Salma. Fortunately, Salwa had asked the police and hospital not to reveal Luhan's identity to the media at the time of the accident.

"Hello mah." Welcome Salwa to Rose's call, Mother Luhan. "We're doing fine." He looked at the bed.

"Mom's gonna talk to Luhan, okay?" Pinta Rose from the end of the phone.

"God is still sleeping." Salwa replied lying.

"Tell him to pick up his papa's phone."

"Yes, um." End call. "What should I do now?" Salwa asked standing staring at the heart monitor. "Maybe it'd be easier for me if you just died in that accident." He said, then turned his body out of the room.

A slurpp! The sound of Salwa enjoys instant noodles that are only soaked by hot water. He sits in a chair with his legs slightly stretched. Sometimes he wiggles his legs while eating his noodles.

"You're finally awake!" Sapa Salwa rose from her chair to grab the bouquet of flowers she held on the day of the blessing.

I'm not dead yet. The man's mind finds a white ceiling above him while placing both hands on his chest.

The Dag Dig Dug! Heart rate sound.

It's true I'm alive. His mind again by tilting his head to the right found a variety of roses on vase.

Waitaminute! His Inner Voice while looking at the bed with a mosquito net tied with ribbons in each pole and the roses in each corner of the room resembled a bridal room.

Is a prison for criminals like me deliberately created with this concept. Luke asked in his heart as he sat up to be greeted by Salwa who stood in front of him with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Kingggg! The phone's voice rang. An incoming call from Salma to Luhan makes Salwa throw a bouquet in his hand.

"CK!" Decak The man was upset who then grabbed the bouquet and was about to throw it back, but unfortunately the infusion hose that was still connected in the hand blocked his intention. "Are you looking forward to introducing me?" Luke asked to pluck out an infusion from his hand. "Byhoo!" Ringice.

"Is anyone still sick?" Salwa asked scattering closer to Luke while examining his body and face.

"Keep your hands off my face!" Luke's lips to Salwa.

"I'm sorry you." Reply Salwa who even hugged him while crying.

"Not pretend anymore." Encouraging Salwa to take off the hug from her body. "I hate seeing people cry the most." Reciprocity.

"I knew you'd be like this." Salwa answered looking at Luke who turned his face away from his sight. "Do you really not want to see my face?" Catch Luke's face and point at him with tears flowing. "Why?!!!" He shouted at Luke. "Why did you do that to me?" Staring at Luke with hatred in his eyes.

"Stop yelling in my face." Answer Luke in a slow tone. "If you want to interrogate me, stay away a little." Connect with breath breathing.

"Am I so disgusting?" Reply Salwa. "Until you ask me to stay away." Connect with a lot of.

"Not." Shangkal Luke's.

"Then what?" Salwa asked, drawing her face closer to Luke, eroding the distance between them. "My color isn't her?" Caught Luke's face. "My answer?" His love with crying.

"He who?" Luke asked confusedly.

"Salma!" The answer. "Your affair!" He hugged Luke. "Why do you have to cheat with Salma's sister?" Ask Salwa with a whim.

Waitaminute! In his heart, Luke looked around the room and found a large picture frame on the wall right in front of him.

"Why is my face in there?" Ask Luke to Salwa who looks at the photo shown to him.

"That's our Prawedding Photo." Answer Salwa.

What is. Luke's mind was shocked.

"What exactly is going on here?" Luke asked, getting out of bed. "Wedding room?" Step towards the Window. "Salma?" Slip curtains. "Fuck?" Open Window. "Prawedding Photos?" See the fir tree. "God!" Sneer thin.

The police are not here either. Luke's mind turned to look at Salwa.

"Is your brain in trouble?" Ask Salwa.

Then who is this woman. Ask Luke inwardly to step up and stop in front of the picture frame.

"Lord!" Call Salwa.

"What is this man Luhan's name?" Asked Luke who then looked at Salwa who immediately felt the whereabouts of his gun.

"Who are you?" Tanya Salwa stood up from the bed.

"Me?" Luke then grinned slanted with one of his eyebrows rising upwards. "Lord." The connection made Salwa pull the gun out from behind her pants.

"You're not him." Shalg Salwa pointed the gun at Luke.

Krekks! Salwa's voice pulled the trigger with one of her eyes aiming at Luke standing in front of her fearlessly.

Dorr!

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