Pasung Tuan Muda's

41. The Woman of Life Destruction

For almost an hour I watched all the activities carried out by the doctors in the treatment room. For some reason, the duration they spoke this time was quite long. Not like the usual days. There may be an important discussion they are saying, but I don't know.

After waiting for several hours on the waiting bench, a doctor wearing a green mask came out and opened the door. Suddenly I raised the body because I felt very cool about their discussion.

With a heavy breath, the doctor who was currently holding the stethoscope stared steadily at the two balls of my eyes. However, he never said and said anything, so I started to say.

“Dok,” call me short.

“I-iya, Sir,” replied.

“What happened to my son?” my question is full of search.

“Pak, can we discuss this all in my room?” The doctor with the name Andreas bed invited me to enter his room.

“Bby, Doc,” answer me.

“OK, come, Sir.” The doctor, who was like a soap opera star, walked over to me to go down the second floor stairs.

We were both in a room with a portal that read Specialist Room. Where, the room is the practice of the doctor every day.

After we entered the room, it appeared from the look on the doctor's face before me as if he was holding a hidden statement. I also feel very good to know that.

“Dok, can we discuss now?” I ask a little urgently.

“Ah, okay, Sir. So look ...”

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The doctor explained at length what his duty as a doctor was. There was a deep request from my son just the way I was when they were talking in a room. However, I find it hard to agree with that.

In addition to the condition of Refal who is still not healed properly, a great risk he will be met if he violates all the provisions of the doctor. But my son insisted on doing his will. As a result, the doctor ran out of words to prevent.

“So so, sir, I can't say anything,” said the doctor in a slightly raucous voice.

“I get it, Doc. It must be hard for you not to agree with my son's words. But, will the foreclosure that will happen be that bad if it fails?” my question is full of search.

For a moment the interlocutor was silent, his expression suddenly changed, and the sharp gaze was only focused on me. Breezy wind came greeting from the ventilation hole, even so, the room still felt very hot due to the feeling of being no longer calm.

Even the doctor who's been dealing with my son's pain. He was out of reason to refute the desire of Rebal which was difficult to explain. In an atmosphere that was all wrong, I just fell silent to follow the strains of a silly game that will soon be carried out.

“Pak, if I may give you advice. You should prevent this, because it can interfere with your son's psyche if it fails,” said the doctor.

“But, Doc, I can't prevent it. Because what my son said has a point, my sambar” explained.

“If your decision is so, I can't say anymore. Now I will say this, if you have agreed to the idea that Refal wants.”

“Dok, I beg you, do your best for my son. Whatever I will pay for it,” I replied expectantly.

“Alright, Sir, as much as possible I will do my best.” After saying that, we also raised our bodies while coming out of the room.

Suddenly, my phone rang and the call came from Olivia—secretary in the office. Quickly, I picked up the phone.

[Cash, Olivia. What's the matter with my phone?]

[Boss, there are important things that Bosses should attend to.]

[What's wrong? I am still busy.]

[Boss, this is about our latest project. Because our company has a setback, and will have an impact that is not okay for the future.]

[Okay, now I'm going to the office.]

Problems after problems kept coming, endless and there was no gap for me to breathe. However, since the company was held by my wife Siska—, setbacks have continued to occur.

By walking fast, I arrived at a car park and stepped on gas very fast. Right in the city center, a traffic jam ensued. As a result, I left the car at one of the cafes where my subscription.

Footsteps that are increasingly moist, carrying themselves as fast as a gust of wind enters the office door. Seen from the net end, that the employees were stunned facing the East. I don't know what Siska did at that time, because he seemed to be angry at some employees.

“Basic fools you! Don't work just like that!” shouted Siska with a tone of voice.

“Who is stupid! Who's not a sucker!?” pekikku raised the tone of voice.

“Eh, Honey, you since when was it here?” asked the wife, then she walked over to me and pretended to run away from her words just now.

“Who are you saying stupid?!”

“Eng-nothing, you misheard the times, Mas,” he replied.

“Olivia, provide financial documents this month,” my door to the assistant who is turning his head.

Using her right hand, Olivia also handed a piece of paper with several scribbles. Quickly, I took his sodor and stared fixedly at the thin white object.

“What! A lot of spending this month? Olivia, what's this money for?” ngegas tanyaku.

“Bos, the money has been used by Ms. Siska. Ka-we don't know what to use,” his word stammering.

“Stupid basis!” my lips to the wife who was staring at the floor.

“Mas-Mas, I can explain all of this. This money is for our son's hospital fee,” he replied.

“No way, because I paid for the cost of Refal. Why are you using this much money?!” insist again.

Without being able to answer, Siska was just watching, to say again as if she was afraid to see anger from me.

“Olivia, phone all ranks, we meet in the meeting room.”

“Good, Boss,” answer.

After saying very loud, I also walked quickly to the agreed room. Right behind the body, Siska seemed to be following me by walking fast.

Because today I felt so sick of him, I stopped and turned around. “You why is it still here!?”

“Mas, I want to meet you,” he replied softly.

“You just go home, because we don't need a fool like you!”

“Mas, I am your wife. All the office work I have done according to your orders,” he said.

“I said go, yes, go! Or should I call security to drag you out of this office?”

“You have the heart, Mas, I am your wife.”

“Go!” yell again.

“I don't want to go, Mas. I want to be here, besides this is my office too,” his whining with a melbay-lebaykan tone of voice.

“Dimes ... Dimas ...!” my yelling.

“What's up, Boss?” ask Dimas.

“Please remove this woman from the office!” myrag.

“Ta-but, Boss?”

“Expire him or you will I fire now!”

“Good, Boss, do it. Miss Siska, come on, get out of here.”

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