Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 23: THE DILEMMA

"Why is it all opaque?" his murmur held his head that felt like it was spinning like a top.

His body staggered backwards. The longer the eyes feel heavy, dimming, but the faint-suffled sound of calls that disappear along with the coming of darkness.

"Gosh, faint."

Without calling the sisters, he carried the fainted Ara towards his room. Many of the sisters offered help, but were simply ignored. His footsteps were too fast for a short time to reach the door of the doctor Samuel Wijaya's room.

Muel held Ara's body with one hand, while opening the door of her room with the other hand. Without difficulty the glass door opened. "Ck. Where the hell, Bry. Wife fainted ampe not caught. Thankfully, there is me, if not. How's tuh?''

Muel's mischief while laying Ara's body into the gurney carefully. Instead of contacting Bryant, he chose to do the examination first. Making sure the situation of Siri's wife is okay.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chequek!

"Bro, where's Ara?" Bryant came in with a worried face and a breath of excitement, making Muel who was sitting in the work chair just glanced at his best friend cynically.

Not wanting to argue, Bryant approached Ara who was lying unconscious. The gaze of the eyes stalled on the sculpted face of a naturally beautiful, albeit pale. Only then did he realize that his wife was not only beautiful but also sweet. His mind was still divided between the statements of doctor Kinara and also the current state of Ara. One shoulder pat made him distract.

"Bro, we have to talk seriously" Muel said firmly.

Bryant raised one eyebrow, "Say!''

"Sit down! I don't want your emotions to affect the situation, and cause a short decision." Muel asked as he guided Bryant to his footsteps.

Both of them chose to sit on the sofa to be more relaxed. For a moment there was silence. Breaths were heard from the two men who were sitting next to each other.

"Bry, what's doctor Kinara saying?" tanya Muel started the conversation.

"Ara has Pycistic Ovarian Syndrome" Bryant replied.

Muel nodded in understanding, then shifted his body position to face the friend. "If you want to continue the pregnancy program. I suggest you stay with Ara as long as she's pregnant. Don't get me wrong, Bry. The condition of pregnant women is very vulnerable, especially when a special woman still wants to maintain a pregnancy in a weak condition. Not just affection, attention, but care and making sure everything is appropriate is the responsibility of a husband."

"Bry, I can stop working in the hospital for a while, and focus on your wife. It's just that, to maintain hormones, and inner needs during the pregnancy program until the delivery process. Surely only you have the right, do you understand what I mean?" Muel sighed as he placed his right hand on Bryant's left shoulder.

"What about Hazel? Did I just delay Ara's pregnancy program?" Bryant felt doubtful about his actions this time, willing to go forward wrongly, backwards wrong.

He did not expect that polygamy created a strange problem without being invited. The decision to remarry when emotions with the aim of getting offspring. This is the reason for his heart's dilemma. It's not just that. Now every action must be calculated so as not to do injustice. Hazel and Ara have the same status as a wife.

It is like understanding the dilemma of a friend. Muel hugged Bryant to keep the man patient and strong to deal with his definitely complicated problem. There was no rejection, instead Bryant returned Muel's embrace. Both are embraced as a form of affection. Without them noticing Ara was beginning to wake up. The lentic eyelids slowly began to open.

"Bry, decide your future is in a state of calm. Whatever your choice, I as a friend will always be supportive. Now drink it." Muel offered a glass of water that Bryant had received.

Bryant placed the glass on the table, then linked his hands together while staring at the empty glass. His mind was struggling to decide the future. One side is the legal wife, and the other side is the wife. While the truth is no one knows about his second marriage. How do you deal with complex situations in the future?

If I had continued Ara's pregnancy program. What was the reason I left my family for a year? It can't be like that, there must be a lot of suspicion later. Should I be honest with Hazel? No. gabe. I don't want to hurt my wife, and neither does Ara. ~in Bryant.

"Bri!" call Muel distract Bryant. "Don't daydream. I'm here, right? Tell me all your dilemmas!"

"Muel, you know my situation. No reason to justify my actions. Now I'm stuck, and there's no way out for my problems. Here I was with him, and left someone there. You understand what I mean...,"

"Master!" call Ara after gathering the rest of her strength, and feel that it is enough to listen to the conversation of the two men in front of her who are sitting on the sofa with their backs to her.

"Where is sick? Is your head dizzy? How....,"

Ara held onto Bryant's arm, making the man stop giving the bullet a question. The eyes clashed with each other, "Master, please don't make me break my promise. Let me give birth to a child for you. However, this is not just a promise of Ayesha Ramadhani but as your wife. It is my duty to give a child, if Allah wills, to leave that precious provision in our bosom. I'm ready to do a pregnancy program."

"You know after we give birth, we'll get divorced. Why do you still want to continue?" bryant asked looking at Ara seriously.

"I remember everything, Sir. Whatever our marriage situation. The fact is you are my husband and priest at the moment, and I just want to serve as a wife. Maybe I didn't do my duty as well as I could, until he turned to betray me." Ara turned her face to look at the nightstand.

Ara's confession, made Muel refrain from asking. Although honestly the story of his best friend's wife is still gray for him, while Bryant felt tightness in the chest. Ara's heartfelt intentions were like a sharp knife skinning the body without a drop of blood.

Why are you this good, Ara? Should I treat you as a child printer? Here I was just thinking of getting offspring, then everything would end up in between. While you think of the obligations and rights of a husband and wife in a marriage relationship. What kind of man am I? O Allah forgive your solemn servant, guide the servant to the right path. ~batin Bryant with a deeper look explores the sea of beads of his sir wife's eyes.

Bryant's silence made Ara shake the man's arm to say something. The gaze of the eyes looking for an answer from Ara made him aware of the anticipated response to the confession of the series wife. Not wanting to create doubts and emotional stress that could affect the health of his wife, Bryant steadfastly set his heart to start the first step for the future and decide the dilemma of his heart.

"Muel, apply for your leave from today, and I'll wait for you in the lobby! Oh yeah, another one asked Dr. Kinara for a leave of absence as well. No DEBATE!'' break up Bryant with a small nod in response to Ara's decision.

Ara woke up without caring about the dizziness in her head, then scattered into the chest of her husband's field. A hug of gratitude with a sweet smile became a gift for Bryant. " Thank you, sir."

"Hmmm. Call me, Mas!" Bryant answered, rubbing Ara's head.

The view in front of him is very sweet, and a pity to miss. Before getting an ultimatum. Then it would be better to go to do Young Master's orders. His step away from the couple without a heart embraced and made a doctor as a mosquito.

"Muel, take doctor Kinara with you!" bryant said, making his best friend's steps stop for a moment.

"Bry, may I know why that doctor should be in your wife's pregnancy program?" asked Muel without turning around.

"My reason is secret. Go!" Reply Bryant.

The sound of a leg beating was heard away with the door closed after it was opened. Let the young doctor have a little trouble. Think of it as a reply for giving a cynical smile when he entered with a troubled mind. Together Bryant and Ara are only for one purpose, which is to get a child. Inversely proportional to the purpose of someone where the person walks slowly toward the table order number three.

"Mr!" call the man while raising his right hand to call a cafe waiter.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

"Yes, there's something I can help you with....,"

"Tell number three on behalf, wait a minute. I forgot his name,"

The waiter patiently waited for the greeting of the cafe visitor, but from the back of the person, there was a flickering hand as a form of expulsion. Without asking, his steps moved from his place.

"Mba, why did you leave? I still can't remember....,''

"What do you want to remember?"

He turned around to see who was asking. Even though his voice sounded very familiar. A cynical smile warmly welcomed him.

"Have you forgotten your medicine?"