
"Don't joke you, Bima! M-how could Mr. Irawan take back the office he has given you?" emma said with her head shaking to the left right. Indeed, he did not suspect that Bimantara who incidentally is the sole successor of Danendra Group was expelled from the company. In fact, only that man has the right to continue the leadership relay.
Bimantara stared at Emma. "For this matter where might I joke, Emma. For God's sake, I'm not lying to you. I was fired by Mr. Irawan Danendra, a man who is none other than the owner of this company as well as my own biological father."
Lemas is Emma's body. That instant also the woman's body retreated a few steps back until it stuck on the wall. The world and all its contents collapsed, falling on him alive when Bimantara said that he was no longer the CEO of the company.
How does Emma get on with life if the woman's only hope of leaning turns out to be having the same misfortune as her? Will any large company accept her work if they know that she is currently pregnant out of wedlock? If not, then how do they live this life while there is a new life in her womb right now?
A lot of questions dance beautifully in Emma's mind right now. The woman's head felt dizzy and it felt like it was going to explode this second as well. The pretty face paled, her eyes felt cloudy.
The longer, the fireflies get to Emma's sight. The woman's body felt limp and finally collapsed helplessly.
"Dome!" Bimantara swiftly supports the body of the lover's lunglai. The woman's eyes were closed unconscious.
Emma fell unconscious because all the misfortunes that befell her came in a row. He has not been able to accept all this reality, a fact that he and Bimantara became unemployed.
***
Emma leaned her back on the headboard of the bed, she had just arrived at the apartment unit that the lover had rented out for the next year.
"You remember, didn't you, what doctor ordered before you came back here. You need to rest a lot and avoid stress. I do not want this incident to happen again to you," said Bimantara reminded the lover.
Emma glanced sharply at Bimantara, then snorted in annoyance. "How have you not been stressed lately to avoid me" said the woman, turning her face the other way. "I'm pregnant with your child, but you have absolutely no concern for me. You just disappeared like you were swallowed by the earth. I'll meet her hard for mercy."
Bimantara sat on the edge of Emma's bed, then touched the woman's hand and kissed the lover's back. "It's not that I want to avoid it, but I need time to reorganize my life after my divorce from Tsamara. Not to mention the news out there is getting hotter. What if suppose we meet, then there is paparazzi caught us alone then the news that says that I am divorced from Tsamara because of the presence of people when proven true. They must be hunting you too."
"Emma, Honey. Right now you are pregnant with my son and that makes me anxious. I ... fear that something bad will happen to our child. Understood?" bimantara added with a soft tone. Slowly give understanding to Emma so that the woman no longer thinks negatively.
Still with a pouting face, Emma replied, "Reason! Just tell me if you want to run away from responsibility."
Bimantara gave a rough breath. I swear by anything, he has no intention at all to run away from responsibility. He's gonna marry Emma, but not now. Waiting until the time comes where he inaugurates their relationship to a more serious level.
Former CEO Danendra Group does not want to marry Emma in series, which is why he is waiting for the right time to register their marriage to KUA.
"That's it, don't think too much negative! You better rest now. Tonight I will sleep here, looking after and caring for me until you are fully recovered."
That burly hand helped to lay Emma's body on the bed. Pull the blanket to cover the legs and chest of the beloved lover. "A good sleep. I'll be by your side always." Bimantara kissed her lover's forehead feelingly. At least there is Emma and their future children become entertainers when all the disasters come.
***
Meanwhile, Tsamara had just finished her duties during the day. From this morning until eleven o'clock in the afternoon, many patients come and go. Starting from patients with a diagnosis of heart attack to fire victims alternately enter the IGD room. Luckily, he was not alone, and Yudhishthira and Fatma were on guard that morning.
As a doctor in charge of IGD, if one of his colleagues is hit by a disaster, of course, he must empathize. Moreover, Tsamara is one of the young doctors who excel in the hospital so that doctor Fatma wants to provide support to her colleagues.
Tsamara smiled bitterly, trying to hold back the tears from wetting her cheeks. The heart of the girl is still wounded by the betrayal committed by Bimantara behind her so it is not surprising that at this time she becomes more sensitive than usual.
"Thank you, Doctor Fatma. Pray that I will be patient with all these tests" Tsamara said. The girl's eyes began to blur. The crystals get longer and more piled up on the eyelids.
As a woman who has experienced household failure, of course Doctor Fatma understood what it was like to part with someone loved especially the separation caused by the presence of a third person of course gave a huge wound in the heart and whether the wound would be heals quickly or even lasts forever.
Doctor Fatma inching closer to Tsamara's chair, then she hugged the eldest son of a great businessman in the country. "If you want to cry, cry. Don't hold!" said the middle-aged woman. "Who knows by crying can ease a little of your suffering."
Hearing those words made Tsamara unable to bear, she cried in the arms of Doctor Fatma. The beautiful almond-eyed girl poured out her grievances through crying. Fortunately, at that time in the special room of the doctor there were only the two of them so that Tsamara did not need to be ashamed when crying over the unfortunate fate that befell him.
Long enough Tsamara cried in the arms of Doctor Fatma until finally the girl felt a little relieved because she could pour out the deepest contents of the heart through crying. "Doctor Fatma, thank you for being willing to be my complaining place. I'm sorry if I got the Doctor's clothes wet from my tears." A pair of almond eyes were quite surprised when they saw the back of the white snelli that was worn wet by his tears.
Doctor Fatma chuckled softly at Tsamara's expression. That girl looks so adorable. It is fitting that Doctor Yudhis keeps the taste of this girl, it turns out that she does look adorable when panicking like this.
"There's no need to feel so guilty, Doctor Tsamara. It is natural for someone to cry. After all, this is just clothes later also dry themselves," added Doctor Fatma gently.
"As a woman who has experienced failure in marriage, I can only give a little advice who knows can be useful to you. Heartache and disappointment naturally experienced by a woman after divorce from her husband. In the past, I experienced something similar with you, but it did not last long because I realized there are many things in this world that we need to think about besides lamenting the misfortune of God."
"It would be futile to continue falling into the same pit while we never know whether your ex-husband regretted your separation or not. Instead of your time wasted it is better to use your time for other activities such as vacationing somewhere or visiting the orphanage foundation to share with people in need. It's so much better than crying over a cheating son of a bitch like your husband."
Doctor Fatma thrust a sheet of tissue in front of Tsamara. "Everything that befalls you, believe and believe that someday will be the time when you get happiness, the fruit of your patience so far. And if that happiness comes to pass in any form, never let go."
After saying the last sentence, Doctor Fatma came out of the special room for the doctors to rest. Apparently, since they had talked there was a pair of eyes looking at and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two women.
Knowing that she was being noticed by someone, Dr. Fatma said, "If I forbade you from approaching Doctor Tsamara because of her status as a wife, this time I fully support your decision to approach the girl. Use your way to treat the wound in his heart."
"Doctor Tsamara is a good girl so I hope you can make her happy" Dr. Fatma continued as she passed away leaving the figure of the man hiding behind a pillar of the room.
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