Second Woman

Second Woman
chapter 1 arrival rt



I crumpled up the paper with the notice that my wife had to have surgery tonight. Ah, my head is starting to hurt thinking about all this. Every now and then, I knead my forehead trying to reduce the pain.



Let out my gaze at the beautiful figure lying weakly above the hospital bankar.



Riani Lindaru's. The blond woman I had been married to for eight years was lying helplessly with a series of medical equipment attached to her body.



There was no joy in that always bright smiling face. The smile that always fascinated me. Just pale skin and slightly sunken eyes. But it does not diminish the beauty it has.



I took a slow breath and then stepped closer to the bankar occupied by Riani. Grabbing the hands with the lentic fingers and slowly tucking them while holding back the tears that burst out. As a grown man I feel ashamed when I have to show sadness and tears.



The kiss I gave managed to make the sunken eyes open and turned towards me which certainly now looks tangled and messy. My face that is always full of charisma is now no longer glowing. I reckon.



"Hey .... " Riani stretched out her hand that was not fitted with an infusion needle. It was my head that could only bow beside him.



I immediately looked up and grabbed that delicate palm. Riani's hands felt very cold, making me unable to bear it and finally shed tears. How could the warm hand that always stroked my cheek now be icy cold?



Riani smiled wryly looking at me and a drop of tears flowing down my cheek



"Don't cry." His outstretched hand wiped my tears gently. "I'm sorry."



I shook my head quickly. "Why are you apologizing, honey?"



What I've done. I should have been able to be more rigid in order to strengthen my female figure which is definitely now at the point of fragility.



My heart raged when I saw my woman, who was commonly called by the name of Ria, also shed tears and sobbed little.



"I failed to be the perfect woman for you. I will never be able to feel what other women feel. Being a mother" she said with a great sobbing that her body trembled.



My heart felt like it was being torn to shreds hearing his words. I know exactly where the talk is going. With the removal of the uterus, Riani will not be able to conceive. Especially giving birth to a child.



Four years we built a household and always looked forward to the presence of a baby. An impatient Riani immediately invited me to check ourselves out.




That made us breathe a sigh of relief. Especially wife. He encouraged us by assuming that we were not trusted by the Almighty to obtain sustenance and have a child.



But not lost his sense of relief, the doctor who handled us called me back and told me the unexpected.



Riani is positive for end-stage uterine cancer.



The news was like lightning in broad daylight to me. I didn't think that the beautiful woman I loved so much was suffering from a deadly disease.



Riani who turned out to eavesdrop on my conversation with the doctor just sobbed and from her beautiful lips flowed the story in the days she was coming months. My woman admitted that she often felt very sick when she was menstruating. But he considers it a matter of course and ignores his pain. And here is the answer to everything.



I still remember her shaken shoulders holding back the cries. I hugged the body that always warmed me and tried to calm him down.



I gasped as the ice-cold hand touched my cheek.



Ah, I remember last night.



I pecked Riani's forehead and tried to let out a firm smile despite the difficulty. "You don't have to apologize, honey. We'll go through everything. Together."



"But I will never be able to give you offspring" he said.



I returned smiling, a forced smile to be exact. "We can adopt a child."



Riani threw away a face. He looks pissed. The woman seemed to know that I was forcing myself to say it all.



"You'd better calm your mind. You're gonna have surgery tonight" I said at last. Trying to melt the ice created.



Riani nodded and closed her eyes. The woman looks very tired. Tired of thinking about his circumstances and our lives.