Sharing Love: Second Wife

Bad News

That day Vika felt bad. I don't know why a bad premonition had fallen on his heart. He kept saying in his heart that everything was fine.

"Ananda Vincent Aditama" called a nurse.

"Yes" said Vika.

The young mother stood up, then walked towards the doctor's consultation room. The king was already trailing behind Vika.

Vika exhaled a rough breath before opening the door. After feeling a little calm, the door lever rotated, and doctor Arjun's smile greeted him.

"Please sit down, Mom."

Vika pulled out a chair and sat on it. Now Dr. Arjun's face turned a little serious. He opened a white envelope offered by the nurse. Inside the envelope was Vincent's laboratory results. After finishing reading the contents of the sheet of paper, finally Dr. Arjun spoke up.

"Vincent's kidney condition can't function normally just by taking drugs."

I wanted Vika to cry that very second. But he wanted to stay strong for his son. If tears could cure his son's suffering, he would cry for hours. Unfortunately, the results of the crying will not make his son healed.

He hears every explanation that comes out of Dr. Arjun's lips. The king repeatedly rubbed Vika's back to calm the young mother. Every word that the handsome doctor said was like an electric shock to Vika. It feels shocking and painful.

"So, Vincent's got to go on dialysis for life, Doc?" vika asked with a slightly trembling voice.

"Yes. Actually, we can take kidney transplant surgery if urgent," said Dr. Arjun.

"But for now dialysis can still extend Vincent's life" Arjun said.

"Lengthen?" At once Vika's body limp heard the doctor's words.

Doctor Arjun just nodded slowly. Seeing Vika's expression that looked not okay, the King's heart ached so much. The man really could not see the sad Vika.

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On the way home Vika just mute. The king wanted to comfort him, but did not know what to do. Eventually the two simply fell silent, struggling with their respective thoughts.

Upon arriving home, Vika was still silent. His mind was empty and he no longer knew what to do. Vincent, who was still asleep, put him in a crib.

Vika's tears are now starting to rush out. His heart was hard to remember the doctor's words. His defense finally collapsed. Vika's body slumped, she cried so badly. The shadow of death haunts her tiny baby who is only a few months old.

"Why is destiny so cruel, son," said Vika.

He rubbed his son's round cheeks gently. Isakan Vika grew louder, and her body trembled with restraining so that her cries did not break even more.

Since that day Vika's focus has only been on Vincent. The boutique he fully entrusted to Nola and the mother. He only comes to the boutique when saturated and there are customers who want to meet in person.

"Sister, the customer's order was completed a week ago. Want to check again?" ask Nola over the phone.

"Later in the afternoon I'll go to the boutique, yeah."

After closing the call, Vika contacted the customer who introduced himself as Lucas. Bad feelings come back to haunt Vika. His phone call was not responded to at all, dozens of his messages were also ignored. The woman immediately walked to the boutique and carried Vincent in her cradle.

Vika's breath was wheezing when she reached the boutique door. His eyes immediately circulated looking for the whereabouts of Nola. Finally Vika heard her name called from behind her back.

"Sir Vika," said Nola.

Vika turned her head, then the woman pulled Nola's arm and invited her into her study.

"Look ... Can I ask you to call this number?" pinta Vika while propping her phone.

"Whose number is this, brother?"

"Please. The person who ordered the wedding dress with her bridesmaid," said Vika.

He tried repeatedly to call the number, but he just shook his head. Nola only heard the greeting of a mobile operator who said that the number was not active. Vika's head suddenly dizzy. It was like being pounded with tons of godam.

"Then how is this, brother? We've already spent many times the down payment he's given!" exclaim Nola.

"In the meantime, I'll call the King."

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After an hour's drive from the boutique, Vika and Raja arrive at an abandoned barn.

"Vik, are you sure this is the address?" ask King.

"Yes, Brother. Here," said Vika as she handed a piece of paper to the King.

"Right, it looks like you've been tricked!" Raja.

"How's this. I've already spent fifty million more on the production costs of his order!" vika said frustrated.

"Well how else? It can be a lesson in the future. I've always reminded you not to trust others easily."

Rice has become porridge, everything has happened. Right now Vika should be able to sell those dresses. The return of capital does not matter.

That day Vika came home empty-handed. When all the employees had gone home, she looked at the wedding dress that was still adhering beautifully to the mannequin statue.

The white sleeveless dress looked luxurious and sparkling. The fabric is imported directly from France. Swarovski crystal sprinkles make the dress look even more beautiful. Unfortunately, the fate of the dress is not as beautiful as it looks.

She let out a rough sigh, then opened an auction site to sell her dress. Vika signed up and opened a price of twenty-five million. The hope is only one, hopefully the dress will soon be sold because there is a lot of labor there.

Finished registering the dress for auction, Vika turned off the entire boutique light and walked straight to the house. Arriving at home, Vika found that Miss Lasmi had fallen asleep while holding her favorite grandson who was only four months old.

"Mom, Vika came home" said Vika to wake her mother.

"Yes, I moved first to the room," said Ms. Lasmi.

Vika nodded weakly. Before reaching the doorway, Miss Lasmi stopped. He looked towards Vika.

"Regarding the dresses .. mother already know from Nola," said Ms. Lasmi.

"Relax .. windy knows where to go home," added Bu Lasmi.

"Yes, I slept there! You have to work again tomorrow, right?" vika said with a smile.

Finally Miss Lasmi completely left Vika's room. Inside her room Vika lamented fate. The bad luck that always comes her way feels like a punishment from her life in the past. He remembered all his bad deeds in his life.

His body and mind were tired. He began to lay down his body, hoping for a little less of his life burden tomorrow. Even the woman hoped that all this was just a dream. When he wakes up, everything will be fine.

The smell of the telon oil that burst into his sense of smell slightly made Vika feel calm. The tiny body of his favorite boy. He has to stay strong for Vincent. His son still needs an outpouring of affection and also funding for medical expenses.

Finally, Vika's eyes closed as the breath of her son that she had unconsciously counted. The woman finally fell asleep in the arms of the night.

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