Pasung Tuan Muda's

1. Incident

Revan POV

One night. I felt very tired because I had to meet all day and prepare some important documents to discuss the project, while the company has experienced various financial disasters.

However, for the sake of survival and prospective children at home. I work late at night to support them. Driving the car, I was speeding. Because this hunch wasn't good as long as I left the house this morning.

Twenty minutes less. I got to the front of the yard. Unusually, now the gate has opened very wide. While at the guard post, Mang Diman was not in the location.

With a strange thought tonight, I immediately entered the car garage and turned off the engine. Along the way to the house, I removed the black tie and threw it on the sofa.

"Assalam' mualaikum ..' my broom with a swinging tone of voice.

There is no reply as usual, even the mind says. 'Where my wife goes, anyway, is not usually if I go home she does not exist. What else is prayer in the room? Ah ... not possible, because she is pregnant.'

I hurried up the second-floor staircase, arriving inside the room, I turned right and left.

"Honey .. papa's coming home."

The mind again said, 'it turns out Marissa was not in her room. So where is he now?'

Interpret a question that comes in many ways. I'm moving this leg up to the first floor again.

"Bi Ira ... Bi ...."

In a faint, someone's voice sounded from behind the kitchen.

"Yes, Mr ...."

The housekeeper in front of me. While on his hands like washing dishes, because it is full of soap foam.

"Bi, see Marissa?" I asked him while twitching both eyebrows.

"There, Sir. Madam from earlier in the room," the housekeeper responded with a neutral tone of voice.

Then, I returned. "But I went to the room with no one."

"Ah, sir, don't look carefully. Suer, Madam is in the room lying down, "he said, then he rushed to the location.

Out of curiosity comes back to rain on me. Finally, I set foot by following Bi Ira from behind. Climb the stairs to get to the second floor. A few minutes walking, the housekeeper opened the room door slowly.

"Well, where's Madam! Auntie said she was lying in the room." I pointed at the bed with the bed that was already scattered.

"Tadi ... Madam's there, you know, Mr ...!"

"Yes, but nothing now. Wasn't Auntie home? She was pregnant again, how many times I told her. If the madam goes anywhere, accompany her! Don't let it go alone," my scolding in a loud tone of voice and intense emotion***** tonight.

We walked back through the room. I moved towards a place to decorate, but the result was nil.

While Bi Ira searched around the room. I immediately rushed out to search the other room. Perhaps it was in an ordinary place when he played a piano instrument.

Two steps out, both ears caught a scream from inside the room.

"Please ...."

I was silent on the stairs too. "Isn't it .. It's Bi Ira. Why is he shouting so loudly," I chanted alone.

Without wasting much time, I rushed to the room. There, there was already Bi Ira who changed her squatting position and cried hysterically.

"Bi, what's going on?" I asked him curiously high-level.

The opponent looked up, fixed his head and stared fixedly at my face. "Mr. .. This is Madam. It's bleeding again" Bi Ira said with a hysterical cry.

"Astaghfirullah ... Marissa!" I embraced him who was pale and weak helpless. "Marissa, wake up baby. You have to be strong," I continued still in a hugging position without letting go.

"Mrs .. sorry aunt who didn't check from earlier to room ...."

Quickly, I carried my beloved wife and came down cautiously. Once in a car, I pressed the gas very hard and was about to head to a public hospital H. Anwar Mangunkusumo's.

At that time, in a room filled with nurses and doctors. I screamed with my wife to the front room.

"Please ...."

"Astaghfirullah ..," the nurses responded and headed straight for the room. Instantly they returned and brought a push mattress.

I put down Marissa's body and followed the nurses from behind. They brought the wife's body into a room with a portal that read ER. Trying to calm the emotions, but the tears never dry up.

"Sorry, Sir. You are forbidden to enter, just wait for the wife outside the room," said the nurse with a long white hijab.

"But, Sus ... I want to know the state of my wife," I forced her with a slashing tone of voice.

He also held back this will. "Sorry, Sir. Can't, you have to wait outside and we'll tell you about your wife's circumstances."

"No, Sus ...."

"Sir, sorry. Don't make a mess in this hospital."

After the nurse refused for any reason, she left me for grief. Throwing and pressing the head that felt like it was about to break on a chair.

Yes, Allah .. save the slave's son and the servant's wife. Do not let the fetus fall again for the third time, I beg ..., my mind said with sobbing sobs.

Time keeps rolling, the doctors who are handling Marissa never come out. The feeling of anxiety and anxiety just grew from within my brain, not to mention the one complete problem, now there was another more severe problem.

Sometimes I don't know what God wants. Dictating the path of life as if not believing that his presence is there to dismiss all the problems that always hit.

I closed both eyes, staring at the hospital wall carefully. Imagine that I've been holding a baby that is very cute, funny, and life-changing is more colorful.

Actually no, everything now feels in vain. Struggling to fall awake, now must fall again into the same problem hole.

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