Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 50: Slapped By Facts
..."God may have a destiny of his own. Therefore, the three of us were met in this very strange situation."...
...-Aurra Princess Haidan...
...BSJ 50: Slapped By Facts...
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The morning breeze welcomed the push of the wheelchair. His smile expanded, when for the first time he was allowed to leave his room after months of languishing there. Downstream of the people who are active around the hospital is now the view. Under a shady tree, in the hospital garden that became his meeting for the third time with the veiled girl. He chose to stop the pace of his wheelchair, instructing the nurse to leave him alone for a moment. His parents did not know he was out of his room, but his personal doctor allowed him to be accompanied by a nurse.
The shadow of his mass shadow during his coma always haunts him. About the betrayal that led to the attempted murder. Remembering that his heart was slashed, of all his belongings that woman was very proud. But in fact, he only got junk. Maybe this is the karma of all his bad behavior, from the many tears that were spilled because of it.
From this second he was determined, to build everything from nothing. Including his charm, considering there is one figure that attracts his attention at the end of this. Yes, Anzar will rebuild his business empire from scratch, then he will avenge what the man named Logan Gallion Smith Andderson gave him. He promised that the former mafia leader would soon be in prison. While Nata-former lover will he show how hurt he had been feeling all this time.
The breeze of the morning re-stroked gently on his handsome face. His body is not as professional as it once was. Her hair was not groomed to extend, thin fur fur grew around her sturdy jaw. His body was emaciated, there was no longer a six pack of his pride, there were only a few scratches of postoperative thread stitches. His legs could not be moved normally, crutches still restrained next to his hands.
"Hm." A small sigh came out from his pale kisabble lips. Her life has been too strange since she was a child, probably from infancy.
He missed the moment when he missed his return. Warmly welcomed by his own family. But now, everything changes because of the divine will and is realized by oneself.
Three months into a coma, now there are many changes that occur. The handsome man turned his head to the right, when there was an interesting object noticed on the park bench a few meters away from him. There, a woman dressed in hospital clothes was also covered in a white blazer with a loose veil and hijab cover. Sitting alone under the shade of the trees, while holding the pole infuse.
"Lunar lie?" The batin, because the girl who helped him was not out of the hospital.
A happy smile rose on his lips, slowly but surely he moved his wheelchair. Closer to the woman who was reading the pink-coated book.
"Hm, good morning." Bumbling sweep.
"Good morning." Answer the hijab-wearing woman.
Anzar knew the woman was surprised.
"Mas-that's taken care of in a fourth-floor VVIP room right?" Ask lirih.
A soft voice that can tighten the eardrum of the interlocutor.
"Yes. The one you helped me with that." Anzar replied with a smile.
He never thought, meeting this woman again would make him very happy. I forgot, name. He would not forget to ask her name this time.
"Mas alone?" He asked softly while keeping the book he was reading, in the empty chair beside him.
"I'm tired of being in my room."
"Yes, I'm bored too." The beautiful woman replied while staring at the road that was quite far from her reach.
"What, you're so badly hurt that you have to badrest?" Anzar asked while looking at his interlocutor.
"No, thank God I was only slightly injured. But another life almost drifted." Soft words.
Anzar knew the woman beside him was smiling little behind the cover of his hijab. From his tiny body, Anzar can guess his age must be in the range of 18 to 20 years. He looks so young, far from his age.
"Other god, is anyone hurt again?"
Confused Anzar, at that time there were three wounded people in his room. Two of the perpetrators and one of the victims, the woman next to him.
"Here." Her little squeaks while stroking her flat stomach.
"He whom I had not realized was there, almost left me."
Deg
Anzar's sharp bead is breaking into disbelief. The woman next to him is pregnant? So it's very likely that he's married, isn't it?
Anzar turned to look at the tiny fingers that were stroking the surface of his flat stomach. Ah, her heart melted when she saw a diamond ring embedded in her sweet fingers nicely. Even in the fingers of his right hand there is another ring that is no less beautiful embedded there. Just now Anzar wants to hope for more, but reality slaps him. His heart that was ready to fight, had to run aground at the crossroads. Ah, the pain of a fight broke down in the middle of this road.
"You, pregnant?" Ask Anzar clumsy.
He knew the woman beside him was smiling under the cover of his hijab. Next, a nod becomes the answer to his question.
"How old is your pregnancy?"
"New four weeks. Hm, he's still about the size of a sprout seed maybe." The woman beside him was small.
Hah, Anzar should have learned from his friend's advice first. If a good woman who always closes her aura is like a valuable antique, not only rare but also high value. Slow down a little, certainly already soul out. Is his ex-wife also married? He thought for a moment.
"Sir." Until the sound of heavy bass dropped into his eardrum. Shocked his eyes and heart.
"Mas." Again, the shock grew as the woman beside him called the five-year-old younger man 'mas'.
"Why long ago, the baby was thirsty?"
Deg
It felt like an invisible slap returned to slap him. Mencek*k strong right in his heart. What is the relationship between the woman he is fighting for, with his sister.
"So, this is my husband."
Deg
Ahk, Anzar almost had an impromptu heart attack so surprised. The woman who had been very making her flower and hoped was his sister's wife, whose incidentally sister-in-law. Then, the woman is also pregnant with her future nephew?
"Mas, this is the mas mas that was treated in the fourth-floor VVIP room." He said kindly, looking at his husband.
"Sorry, I made you wait for son." Soft words.
Thousands of daggers pierced the heart of the man in the wheelchair. Over and over again he was slapped by reality and facts. Facts about women who attract attention turned out to be married. The fact that her husband is her own sister. The fact that the seed that the woman was carrying was her niece-to-be. Hiks, Anzar could really have a sudden heart attack.
Van'ar the handsome man had indeed accompanied the wife for the morning walk outside her hospital room. But because his wife was thirsty, so he went to Cantin first.
Anzar who had only seen the interaction of the two, smiled wryly.
Where he was all this time, his sister got married he wasn't told. Ah maybe he who does not know, he also had heard the news about his family on television, but he did not know at this time.
"Any alone here?" Van'ar asked, standing before his wife.
"Well, you know this mas mas?" Ask the confused wife.
Van'ar smiled slightly, before taking a sitting position next to his wife. Pecking his head shoots short but affectionate. Indirectly warning if this woman is his, her love.she's mine, brother.
"Mas ihh, shame." The little wife's great-granddaughter while drowning her face in the chest of the field belonging to her husband. Van'ar just smiled a little looking at it. Another case with the expression of the man in front of him.
"It just so happens that we meet here bang, deck this bang Anzar big brother mas."
Deg
The beautiful woman jacked up her reflexes, staring straight at her husband's bead. Looking for a little lie but nil. Now he turned to the man in the wheelchair.
"Mas, you're lying, aren't you?" Ask not to believe in the husband.
"Not deck." Van'ar answered gently while holding the wife's tiny fingers.
"Bang, this is Aurra Princess Haidan my wife. Your sister-in-law too."
Deg
From the fact that the fact that managed to slap him, this fact struck his heart the most. Makes him short of breath instantly, because his heart seems to be beating. The name was no longer familiar to her ears. It was the same name as the name of his future wife who he rejected at that time. His future wife whom he decided to preach unilaterally.
"Mas, this-"
"Yes, this is my brother Anzar."
Aurra was sculpting instantly, too much drama to taste. Over and over again he helped a figure who had broken his heart repeatedly. God's destiny is beautiful, so the three are met in this strange situation. Silence enveloped the three, no one spoke up. Until a small tweet attracted his attention.
"Mas, my stomach hurts." Van'ar staggered, he immediately stared at the look of pain in the beautiful eyes of the wife.
"We're back in your room on deck, come on."
Quickly the handsome man grabbed the tiny body of the wife. Bring him a bridal style, with the wife's hand reaching for her infuse pole. Leaving Anzar who was still pensive without a sound there alone.
"Huh, your destiny for me is so wonderful God."
Murmured the man who was still sitting there without even budging.
Her tears were shed without asking. His heart was too sore to be repeatedly slapped by reality. Let him say crybaby, but it is true. His heart broke repeatedly. He was betrayed, his life was targeted by assassins, one by one his family left him, his romance ran aground, his life was no longer valuable. From childhood he was born because of unplanned, living far without the role of the father in the protection of the mother. But in adulthood, he even hurt the person who once loved him very much, protecting himself all his soul and body.
As if to know with the state of the heart, rain fell wet the dumi with a rush. The weather that was once sunny was matchless, now filled with black cumolonimbus clouds that rained down on the earth. When others ran to shelter, he could only keep silent. Let alone running, he could not stand. He wholeheartedly let the rain water wash over his body.
Disguise the tears that fall after decades of not dripping.
The reality of life is too bitter for him. How can he live with his sister-in-law who incidentally is his ex-wife-to-be. Not to mention how it is with a heart that has been captivated by it. God began to punish him now, returning the real form of precious pearls he had once rejected for the sake of second-hand goods. He was slapped by so many facts, until his chest cavity was so tight that he could not hold back.
His body began to shiver, in the shower alone he was not allowed. Now millions of raindrops are pouring down on his body. Pressing the gaping wound here and there. Adding solace in the heart that imprints a gaping nan.
"Young master, are you okay?"
Sayup sayup he could hear a voice that would be obvious anxiety approaching towards him.
A woman dressed as a typical nurse came rushing over with a big black umbrella in her hand. Crouching in front of him, patting slowly on Anzar's cold cheeks.
"I'm sorry young master, I'm careless."
His words were confused while hurriedly removing a small round-shaped object. He threw it into Anzar's hand. Warmly, Anzar could feel the warm essence of the soft round object.
"I'm sorry young master, now we're back in the room." His words were full of anxiety while pushing Anzar's wheelchair.
He knew the nurse was in trouble, but with various efforts he managed to bring Anzar up to his room.
Not yet he saw the figure of the nurse again, his self-control began to weaken. Sayup said he heard a slap on someone's cheek, accompanied by a snatch to someone as well. Anzar did not know who the perpetrators and victims of the slap were, because the next thing his consciousness had been taken away. Replacing the darkness that picks up.
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To Be Continue
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Sukabumi 06 june 2020
07.04
