Painful Love (Painful Love)

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Emma has regained consciousness, having been moved to the ward's hospital room. He glanced around, clucking annoyed that Bima could not provide good hospital care.

“Basic, even now he can't give me a VVIP room!” groused Emma.

Slightly got up and leaned himself on the back of the gurney. How could Emma rest in a room filled with people? In fact, it's so stuffy and so noisy. Serving various kinds of swearing for Bimantara made him grimace a little in pain, to make his head throb pain.

“Where's the fucking guy!” emma grumbled, looking straight at the door. Not caring about the gazes of those who visit other patients. He only felt annoyed by the attitude shown by Bimantara. It was so exciting to part with that unemployed man.

Bimantara emerged from behind the door leaf of the ward room, he looked at the two blind Emma. He realized that Emma was feeling very upset right now. In fact, no longer care what Emma will do to him, resigned Bima swing her legs towards Emma's gurney.

“Sorry,” said Bimantara when his steps stopped in front of Emma's gurney.

Emma looked cynically at Bimantara, “Hmm.”

“I want to go home,” ketus Emma. Not looking towards Bima.

“No way, you have to bedrest first here. After all, you just miscarried,” said Bimantara.

She opened her eyes, surprised by what Emma had just heard.

“What do you mean?” emma asked, she emphasized every sentence spoken. Making Bima suspect if they will be involved in an argument.

“Doctors say that they cannot save the child in your womb, because the fetus has been out since the trip to the hospital,” Bimantara explained.

Emma's jaw hardened and her teeth churned to withstand the mounting emotional turmoil.

“This is all your fault! If you don't push me this won't happen!” scream Emma depression.

His difficult life with Bima made him suffer, let alone news of him having a miscarriage. It is precisely this makes the life of Emma like being in hell, she could not if she had to be with Bima for a long time.

“Go you damn!” emma shouted, not caring about the views of the people in the ward room.

“Hei! Take care of your wife, do not make a fuss here,” fawning one of the patients who feel disturbed.

Bima calms Emma. However, the woman continuously rebelled and hit the chest of the Bima field. Feeling that his life no longer has any meaning.

“Calm down,” says Bima calming. She leaves Emma crying hysterically. Calling the Doctor to give Emma a sedative and not to disturb other patients.

***

Emma has gone home. For a few days he was silent and had no interest in opening his voice. Every day, he also just woke up eating, then went back to sleep without thinking about the feelings of Bimantara. When he saw Bima, he suddenly wanted to finish off the man. In fact, he hated everything Bima did. The difficult life together with Bima makes Emma feel very miserable.

“Why are you quiet?” tanya Bima swung an approach with Emma.

Sighs her breath, then holds Emma's shoulder for the woman to turn to look at.

“Pronounce something, Emma,” Milky clear, powerless if it should be kept like this.

He has a wife. However, there was no place to complain. Shouldn't when the financial crisis comes the two sides have to support each other? However, not with Emma he was not at all curious about the condition that Bima felt. All the energy, time and money Bima has given to Emma first. But, why for the problems that befall Bima this time make Emma not also want to help? At least if not money, Emma can still help to encourage him?

“Get your dirty hands off!” ketus Emma on Bima.

Holding the chest of her field, Bima was surprised by the attitude that Emma had just given.

“But ...”

Emma growled, clenching her hands to land a free fist into Bima's face. No matter where the courage comes from, Emma is often rude to Bima.

“Basic guy jerk!” snapped Emma.

However, the hand of the beautiful woman was blocked by Bima. Not anymore, Emma can't land a punch to her handsome face. After all, Bima is the head of the family and it is unethical to have to get violence from a wife.

“EMMA!” bentak Bima did not accept.

For a few days now she has refrained from venting her emotions on Emma. However, today the collapse was Bima's defense, he did not want to be treated badly by Emma and underestimated like that.

“APA! SINCE YOU'RE MY SON DEAD, A JERK LIKE YOU DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE!” snapped Emma. His voice boomed all over the house. Until, some neighbors began to swarm to see the quarrel between the two.

They both returned to the bickering.

***

On the way to his home, Tsamara was upset. His heart is not broken. The longing for Yudhistira makes it feel like losing his mind, often while at work makes Tsamara unfocused. The days of not meeting Yudhisthira made Tsamara want to send a short message to the man. However, Tsamara thought over and over again for fear of disturbing Yudhishthira at that time and she also felt ashamed. Sometimes, he also often passed through the workspace Yudhistira first because he hoped for its existence. However, nil ... Tsamara found nothing there, all he saw was an empty room without the figure of Doctor Yudhistira.

“Argh! Why can I believe it anyway?” lamented Tsamara. I don't know since when the smooth face was flushed. It seems true that Tsamara was in love with Yudhistira.

“Yes I like Yudhistira?” Tsamara. Pick up the phone in his bag.

“I can't possibly send a message to Yudhistira, right?” tsamara said again. He covered his face with a palm. As if there was someone who loved him, Tsamara was ashamed not to play.

Start checking Yudhistira's phone number, pressing the message icon and typing a short message there. Tsamara had never done anything like this before, for she was a woman who maintained great self-esteem in front of the adam. However, this time his desire is very strong to send a message to the man.

“How are you, Yudhistira?” Tsamara typed the message hesitantly. Tsamara seemed to bite his fingers slightly. A heart that beats faster than usual makes Tsamara increasingly unable to control his feelings, even the cheeks have been flushed like a boiled crab.

“Should I send this message?” mummy Tsamara worried. Sighs her breath and a few seconds later she deletes the message in embarrassment.