Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

131. Mom Accident

Ever since that afternoon I rejected him, it felt so strange to this heart. I'm still staying at Arga's workplace, but how else. I can't mix work with my heart.

It's been two weeks since then and I haven't seen him again. There is a sense of longing but also evasive to convince the taste that I call the longing.

Since then I have also assured that Arga and I cannot have any relationship, be it with Mom or the people in the office.

Often, because Arga approached me in the cafeteria the other day, other people thought I had a relationship with the RC owner. Sometimes it sucks, they think I got into RC because of the insider connection which is my own boss, even though I came to propose like everyone else and went through the same process as everyone else.

Not infrequently cynical gazes are given by some employees who are here, but I don't care. I have nothing to do with Arga or Eka.

I didn't count how many days I didn't meet Gara, I felt bad about the kid. But I have to try to forget him. Best road for all of us.

*I'm sorry Tate, Because. It turns out that Auntie mem*ang can not be Mother Gara, my mind is in my heart.

The boy's smile was always imagined, especially when he told me to promise to be his mother.The shadow I always brushed so that I didn't think too much of him.

Ah, Gara. What are you doing, son?

"Bak Ayu!" Desi approached me with a panicked-looking face. He gave his phone to me.

"What's wrong?"

"This ... there was a call from Mr. Eka," Desi said, giving his phone.

"Huh?" I'm even speechless.

"Anu .. hp Mbak Ayu could not be reached. This ... Mr. Eka is in the hospital" Desi said again.

Hearing the word hospital, my mind became imagined to something bad. What happened to Arga? What the hell's going on? Is he sick?The accident? Or ... Did something happen to Gara?

My chest suddenly thumped incoherently. I took my phone in the bag. Die up!

Ah, what shit! Looks like last night after I typed in from the phone I forgot to charge the battery.

"Mbak Ayu's. It's!" Desi spoke again while continuing to thrust her hp. I took the phone and greeted Arga.

"Huh-hello? The arga?"

"Well, can you go to the hospital for a minute? I told the driver to pick you up at the office" said the man in a panic.

"What's wrong? What is it, Ga? What's going on?" I quickly became full of worry. A bad shadow flashed through his head about the state of Arga.

"I'm fine. But ... Your mother, Yu. Mother was in an accident" Arga said again. I reflexively got up from sitting, surprised by what Arga had just said.

"Mom-Mom? How can? How come?" ask Arga again.

"I was driving Mom to control, and I saw your mom being pushed into the hospital with her head hurt. You'll come to the hospital soon, yeah. Mother was unconscious" said the man.

"Juice!" shouting Arga.

"Yeah. I'm going to the hospital now!" my spoken.

Desi, Nina and Amar looked at me in confusion and also pity to see me who had broken into tears. I'm giving back Desi's phone.

"Mbak Ayu, what happened Ma'am?" Desi asked with worry.

"My-Mother ... I-I have to go to the hospital, Des. Can you handle my job for a minute?" I asked Desi. Desi nodded her head. I immediately took my bag and stepped away.

"Mom, will I take you?" Amar.

"Necessary. There's an Arga driver on the way," I said, then continued my steps downstairs. Luckily the room here is only two floors, so I am not too tired to go down the stairs. With a quick step I kept running down.

"Akh!" I fell because I was not careful when I went down the stairs, but only a few more steps remained until I reached the bottom floor. My hands hurt to hold the weight of the body, the back of the body also hurts from falling hard on the stairs.

The sore leg I ignored, I immediately got up and ran back outwards despite limping to endure my pain. The greetings from some people who passed by also I did not ignore at all.

A black motorbike had just entered from the gate and stopped near me. I just saw the guy's face clearly after he opened the helmet glass.

"Come, Ma'am!" he shouted while giving me another helmet. I immediately sat on the bike and put on a helmet after the bike went at a decent speed.

During the trip I was constantly shedding tears. Why should my husband die? Why should I go outside the house? Why and why is it in my head now. Feel yourself a child who is not devoted to Mother until Mother hurt like this.

It was raining quite heavily while we were on our way. I just realized that this is not the way to the hospital where Mom used to treat.

"Sir, we stopped wearing raincoats, huh?" shouted the man who was piggybacking on me. I just according.

We continued our journey after wearing raincoats.

We have arrived at the hospital. Arga's private driver dropped me off in front of the hospital lobby, immediately I ran towards the receptionist to ask.

My bags and shoes are in my hands. Wet clothes and the gaze of others I did not ignore, it was up to them to think what because I ran without wearing a shoe. I just want to see Mom as soon as possible.

"That's!" I exclaimed as I saw the man sitting outside the room. Elbows propped up on both knees, his fingers interlocked with each other holding the man's pointy chin.

Arga turned his head after hearing my call. He stood up and looked at me from top to bottom.

"You're wet" said the man, then took off his black suit and put it on both of my shoulders. I rubbed the raindrops that made my hijab wet.

"Where's mom?" ask me without paying attention to him.

"Inside." Point Arga to the room behind me. I immediately went in there and rushed to hug Mother who looked to be sleeping.