Replacement Liver Driver

Chapter 33. The Chaos of Pradha's Heart

"It is known that the rising artist, Pradha Ratnamaya is in a state of recovery after caesarean section. She gave birth to a child who was rumored to be male." Elsa Mayones opened a conversation with another host named Feniti Ira.

"And you know, no, El. It turns out that this son of Pradha is not the fruit of his love with the husband."

The conversation was stared at by Pradha through a television screen. Now all Indonesia knows about his personal life. Her aunt has been revealed. No more hiding.

Pradha cannot escape. He continues to blame himself for this. His new career as a corn was destroyed instantly. Now only one source of Pradha's power to remain strong is Nakastra, his son.

Pradha looked at her little son, who still looked red, from behind the window of the NICU. The doctor said that this was a miracle because Naka could last this long. All day long the little baby was just sleeping.

Naka's body is still attached with several medical devices to support the performance of his vital organs. Actually the doctor told Pradha to let his son go. However, Pradha insisted on retaining the Nakastra.

"So, hang on, son. You're the only one I have. Without you, I no longer have a reason to fight for life." Pradha rubbed the glass that bound her to her son while shedding tears.

Shortly thereafter Abi came to visit. One week already he ignored Pradha, and wallowed in his grief. The man walked heavily closer to his wife.

His arm hung in the air as it was about to reach Pradha's shoulder, but not to the heart. Abi decides to stare at Pradha's back in silence. Waiting for his wife to turn around and realize her existence.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Pradha turned back. He wiped his tears and put on a flat face as he looked at Abi. His hatred for the man grew bigger.

"Well, you're here, Bi?" Pradha smiled obliquely.

"You're satisfied to see me destroyed, aren't you?" The woman who was still unable to stand up straight laughed while turning her face.

"Sorry," said Abi lethargic as he lowered his head.

The man's shoulders slumped. Abi's arrogance some time ago was wiped out. He looked up again then stepped forward, approaching Pradha.

"Stop!" shout Pradha.

"I said stop, Bi!" Pradha again shouted because she saw Abi who continued to step forward and ignored her words.

"I'm sorry, Dha. Can you give me a chance to be a good husband?"

"What's? Husband? Since when did you become my husband, Bi? Remember our relationship is just status! I'll file for divorce after getting enough proof!"

"Dha, please don't do this!" Abi raises his arm trying to touch Pradha's beautiful face, but is immediately pushed aside by the beautiful woman.

"Never show your face in front of me again!" Pradha steps in to leave Abi.

Pradha did not think about her husband's behavior. He always did bad to her. But ask for a second chance from him.

Just a few steps away, Pradha stopped. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. The female fingers clenched tightly, then, issued a scathing sentence to Abi.

"What second chance do you mean? Chance to make me tormented you mean, Bi? Won't do! I'll empty my house of your belongings after being released from the hospital!" exclaim Pradha before actually leaving Abi.

A few days later, Pradha was allowed to return home. He struggled to get out of the hospital and into his own home. Pradha is assisted by Rama to get home.

Pradha entered through the back door. When he got home, Abi emptied his room. Pradha smiled wryly knowing that.

"Know also Abi," Pradha muttered as she stared at Abi's empty room.

"You rest first, Dha. Let me help you clean the house."

Pradha nodded slowly, then chose to sit on the sofa of the family room. Rama went to the kitchen, made his lover tea. While waiting for Rama to return to accompany him, Pradha also opened social media.

"What the fuck! They never know what really happened! Ke ala can say like this." Pradha throws her original phone on the table, causing a loud noise.

"Why, Dha?" Rama approached Pradha with two cups of tea in his hand.

"This, loh! They could have let me down and delivered all his curses and hatred to me." Pradha rubbed her rough face and leaned against the head of the sofa.

Rama puts a cup of tea on the table, then takes Pradha's cell phone from up there. The man checked all the messages that came in. He now knows very well how Pradha's psychic condition is.

"Disregard it, Dha."

"How can I ignore it, brother! All their curses and rants and swearing and swearing kept appearing on my phone screen!" Pradha pulled her hair in frustration.

Rama also took the initiative to remove all social media owned by Pradha. After finishing removing everything, the man returned the flat object to the lover.

"Don't look around anymore! You need a good mentality to fight for Naka."

"Yes, Brother. Only Naka can be my reason to keep fighting." Pradha bowed lethargic staring at the tip of her foot.

"So, I'm not your reason for fighting either?" Rama thumped his lips and threw his face away.

Pradha who realized that the wrong speech also patted her lips repeatedly. Not until there, the beautiful woman also hit her left head slowly. Rama glanced at Pradha and smiled with anxiety.

When Pradha turned to look at Rama, the man gave another smile. He returned to the mode. Pradha pulls Rama's arm slowly.

"Sorry, Brother. That's not what I meant. I'm ...."

"No pa-pa, I get it. For you Naka now is the main one. As a parent, I understand it. Let's fight together for Naka." Rama clasped his fingers tightly while carving a gentle smile on his lips.

Pradha also slammed into the arms of the lover. Rama welcomes Pradha while gently rubbing her hair. Sometimes the man lands a kiss on the top of Pradha's head.

When they were strengthening each other, suddenly the sound of the bell ringing the house. Rama releases a hug. He approached the door and opened it.

"Who?" rama shouted while looking left and right.

There was no one outside the house, until the roar of the motor drove away from Pradha's house. Rama stepped towards the fence, and found a package lying in front of the fence.

Rama frowned. When he turned to the biker, he turned at the end of the alley. Rama also brought the box into the house.

"Who, Brother?" tanya Pradha follows Rama to the living room.

"I don't know, he left this box in front of the house." Rama put the box he brought on the floor.

"Who from, huh?" Pradha linked the eyebrows together, guessing who sent the black box with the golden ribbon.

Pradha opened the box out of curiosity. When the box opened, Pradha shouted after learning of its contents. He slammed into Rama's arms while crying as he pleased.

"Why, Dha?"

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