Painful Love (Painful Love)

Sailendra Airlangga's

“Come,” persuade Fengying once again.

Yudhistira sat leaning against the sofa with a frown. He was considering an offer from his father to take care of one of the branches of a fairly large hospital with himself as the largest shareholder there. And not only that, he was asked to be the director of the hospital.

“It looks like I can't, it's too big to handle. After all, it will be very troublesome if you have to take care of all the moves from one hospital to another,” Yudhistira said in the end.

“Yudhistira, Papa is sure you are able to take care of the hospital very well. Papa knows your abilities, Son.” Fengying was still trying to persuade her son. The middle-aged man wanted to leave some of his wealth to Yudhishthira, as his first child. Moreover, Yudhishthira was a boy and he was more entitled to the inheritance than Alice, his stepson.

“You definitely know if taking care of the hospital is not an easy thing, there are so many things to take care of. I do not want that the hospital can not develop handled by me,” said Yudhistira using formal language. Although Yudhishthira was willing to forgive and accept Fengying as his father, but he was not used to calling the man 'papa'.

Fengying let out a long sigh, Yudhistira looked at deeply. “You think once more, don't rush to make a decision." After saying that, Fengying left Yudhistira.

As Yudhistira turned to the side, he was surprised to see the strange look Tsamara had put on him.

“What?” yudhistira asked confusedly.

“You just received Papa's offer, honey. Poor you, Papa has come all the way here, hoping many of you will accept the offer, but it turns out you rejected it.”

Yudhistira took a long breath. “Honey, leading the hospital is not that easy, turning the palm of the hand. Much is taken care of by me. Do you want my attention to be reduced a little after taking that responsibility?"

"What's busy, honey?" Tsamara got up from her seat, then cupped her husband's face. "I'm pretty sure you are, if you can carry out two responsibilities at once."

“But it's a big responsibility, can't take it."

Tsamara thought for a moment before addressing Yudhishthira. “Yes, I understand. If not you, who else? You think, you don't think there's anyone better able to take over that hospital than you. We all know that taking care of a hospital is not easy and are you sure you want to pass that responsibility on to someone else? You want that guy to cheat on your dad?" ask Tsamara carefully.

Hearing Tsamara's question, Yudhishthira thought very hard. True what Tsamara said, if not himself, then who else?

“Try you ask yourself, are you willing to let your Papa's hard work be ruined in the hands of irresponsible people?” tsamara said slowly. She stared at her beloved husband's brown iris with clinging.

Again Yudhistira took a deep breath. “Alright, I will accept an offer from Mr. Fengying."

***

After receiving an offer from Fengying, Yudhistira and Tsamara moved to the hospital. Fengying presented a luxury home unit complete with all its contents near the hospital as a gift because soon Tsamara will give a prospective successor to his family who is predicted to be male.

Tsamara received an abundance of attention, love and affection from Latifah and also the mother, Sekar. The two women often contacted the beautiful doctor to ask about Tsamara and their future grandchildren.

The bitter life that Tsamara had experienced while married to Bimantara, is now replaced by a million-fold. The reply to the evil deeds of the past, had Emma and Bimantara reaped. Emma is now living a long life since being cheated all out by her new lover who claims to be a successful businessman in the property sector while Bimantara has returned to his parents' house and focused on running his papa business and her mother.

“Honey, your face is so pale. You're not feeling well?” ask Yudhistira to worry.

Tsamara, who was lying on the couch stroking her large belly, only glanced at Yudhishthira.

“No idea, from earlier the same nausea vomiting continues, the tongue also tastes very bitter. I think it's good if you eat the pedes-pedes,” sahut Tsamara with ease.

“Kan pregnant people can't eat the pedes-pedes. Don't be weird!” sahut Yudhistira fast.

Yudhistira is currently busy checking the monthly report of the hospital owned by the father. Now the man serves as the director of the hospital that cooperates with the hospital where he used to work.

Tsamata puckered the bibjr forward. “Who created that theory? Can I eat a spit!” sergeant Tsamara. Yudhistira only let out a long sigh at the behavior of his beloved wife.

“Darling, I want to eat meatballs. Can, huh?" whining Tsamara with sparkling eyes. Persuading her husband to be allowed.

Yudhishthira closed the laptop in front of him, then stared intently at his wife. “Can't! Let alone pregnant people, people who are not pregnant or people who are really healthy just can not overeat. Whatever it is! Want to be spicy, salty or sweet everything that is excessive is not good for health!” yudhishthira was very careful.

Tsamara. She was craving, but her husband was nagging. Really very annoying!

However, it is not Tsamara if he does not get what he wants.

“But I'm so keen, honey. What if our child is upset because his Papa does not give permission to eat meatballs?" Tsamara.

“That's not his son's will, his mother's will!” ketus Yudhistira's.

Hearing the loud tone of her husband, Tsamara was crying so much that Yudhistira would not want to obey his wife by inviting her to a meatball stall located not far from their home. The man could only be silent as he stroked the chest seeing Tsamara giving a lot of chili in her bowl.

After eating all the meatballs and finishing all the sauce, Tsamara smiled so widely at Yudhistira. However, the smile suddenly disappeared as Tsamara felt her stomach ache.

"Ouch!" tsamara complained as she touched her stomach.

Yudhishthira approached his wife. “Why you?” ask Yudhistira to panic.

“My stomach hurts."

“Not knowing the tree hurts.” Without a second thought, Yudhishthira immediately took Tsamara to the hospital and asked his colleague-Jasinta to examine Tsamara.

“Where?” yudhistira asked in a panic because Tsamara's illness was not going away.

“This Tsamara has opened three, your wife wants to give birth,” said Yasinta after checking Tsamara.

Yudhistira's eyeballs are perfectly wide. “Hah? How can? Not stomach acid because of eating spiciness?” ask the man in astonishment. Because from earlier Tsamara looked mediocre, there were no symptoms of childbirth.

Yasinta sighed in annoyance.

Wasn't Yudhishthira also a doctor? How could he not tell the difference between stomach acid and contraction?

“Don't make me explain the difference between contractions and stomach acid! Instead of bothering me, you should just go out, prepare your wife's needs," Yasinta growled.

“Do not! Let him be here with me! I don't want to be left!” peekik Tsamara fast. She did not want to give birth there was no beloved husband beside her.

Yasinta smiled faintly. It looks like he will be watching a very exciting drama. It is rare to see a hospital director become his wife's samsak material.

After the nurses had prepared the delivery room and all the equipment, they moved Tsamara into the maternity room.

“Okay, Papa please take a position next to Mama. And Mama, please follow my instructions well yes,” Yasinta said with a smile.

“By the same handle husband enggak, Doc?” ask Tsamara before labor begins.

“Oh, of course I can. Want a handle, a jam, or whatever it is, it is perfectly permissible,” said Yasinta relaxed.

Yudhistira immediately gawked at Yasinta's words. Is he kidding?

“Do not joke dong!” yudhistira cried quickly. Yasinta just smiled meaningfully.

“It's time to let out all the pent-up resentment during this time,” Yasinta whispered to Tsamara.

After that the drama began. It was not Tsamara's cry that came from the maternity room, but Yudhishthira's voice. Yudhishthira was only able to accept resignedly, in order to encourage Tsamara to bring out their children.

When the cry of the baby was heard, Yudhisthira immediately cried while Tsamara fell down while gathering back the energy he had released.

Thank God for the gift you gave me. Yudhishthira was grateful in his heart because his wife and son were fine.

After undergoing post-natal care, Tsamara was finally allowed to hold the baby. Yudhishthira sat beside Tsamara, who was carrying the baby.

“You've notified Mama and Papa?” ask Tsamara slowly.

Yudhistira shook his head quickly. "Not yet" said Yudhistira quickly.

Tsamara immediately glared sharply. “See, if they hear from Doctor Yasinta that I have given birth, they will definitely scold you. I just pretended to be lemes, let them not get mad at me. But you ... finish your history.” Tsamara looked meaningfully at Yudhishthira. You can imagine what Fahmi would do when the man was emotional.

Suddenly Yudhistira sweated. Cold sweat immediately soaked the man's forehead as he recalled his father-in-law's sinister face.

“Darling, if I pretend lemes will also succeed?” and asked Yudhistira foolishly.

“No will work!” sahut Tsamara's.

“So I was panicking, just keep going right away nemenin you lahiran, not perfect ngabarin them."

“They won't want to hear your reason.” Yudhistira immediately grabbed the mobile phone on the nightstand and contacted his in-laws and Latifah, his foster mother.

Yudhishthira sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Tsamara who was giving breast milk to their son. “We give you whose name is this handsome guy?” ask her slowly, not wanting to wake up the hero.

Both thought in silence. There are all sorts of names now swirling around Tsamara's head. Long before giving birth, she had already made a list of boys' names that were meaningful and certainly beautiful for their child. However, until now, he still could not decide which is the best name.

“I am confused, the name is all good," said Tsamara as she looked gently at the handsome son in her arms.

“Then, use the name I chose?” yudhistira.

“Depends. If it's good, we wear it, if it's not good, I don't want to wear it. My son should get the best,” Tsamara said.

Yudhistira smiled widely, he was sure Tsamara would like this name. “Sailendra Airlangga. How?” asked Yudhistira expectantly.

Tsamara thought for a moment, a warm smile then rose on the woman's face. “I like, the name is good." The woman's hands rubbed the tender cheeks of their son. "Hello Sailendra, welcome to the world, dear."

...~TAMAT~...