The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 176.

After the departure of the couple from the room, now only the children and Mbok Nan left.

Their eyes looked at each other alternately, but not with Ruth who continued to look at Dava's face while occasionally putting the compress device slowly in some parts that looked blue.

“Dav, wake up immediately..do you still not want to see our worries disappear? What's on your mind right now, Dav? This is not how we solve our problems.” Ruth said in a very small voice.

Their situation was still the same, Jendi sat on the side of Dava's bed. Mbok Nan chose to stand behind Ruth's body that was behind her.

In a different room, they had no idea what was going on.

Mr. Wilson cried with all his might to say something. “Dad, Mother please don't be like this, Father.” It was sad that Tarisya saw the increasingly uncontrollable state of the husband at this time.

His originally happy mind suddenly became very sad. He did not expect the development of the husband who had changed actually made his mental state look worse.

Not admitting her own children is enough of a big question mark for her. Is it because of the memory that was still left behind a few years ago that makes Mr Wilson believe if their children are still babies? Or because Mr Wilson refused to acknowledge his children for health reasons that damaged his mind?

“Me-re-ka..bu-not a-kids k-us.” That is the speech that he continues to sound in the ears of the wife to this day. Her crying was so bitterly visible.

“Dad. They are our children. Don't push your emotions too much. Mother please, Father.” Tarisya said grasping the hand of the husband tightly and hugging the body that is still sitting leaning on

their bed after she helped her husband get out of his wheelchair.

“Sya...Jeff.he's not our son. Shandy..d-he's also a-boy guy l-a-“

“What does Father mean? Jeff's not our son? And Shandy is someone else's son which means he's not our son, Dad?” Tarisya was shocked to hear the words of her husband.

He shook his head in disbelief at all with what the husband said. For him the psychological state of the husband is very disturbed it seems.

Mr. Wilson nodded his head, then he could calm down and not cry anymore. Seeing the wife can already hear her speech well.

The flashback

A smile seemed to burst when he saw a message from someone who had just logged in on his cellphone.

“Dad, it's four in the afternoon. Remind me of the promise you want to take Mother for a walk in the park?” Such is the content of the message from the beloved woman who was happy waiting for the return of the husband that afternoon.

Beautiful sun that slowly began to change its color from light yellow to a little darkness and make orange color looks so beautiful perfect with the light so concentrated.

Tired face immediately disappeared to see the loving greeting of the wife. His heart seemed flowery when he realized the presence of the figure of a little angel who would soon be present to the world.

The perfect face thanks to the combination of two people from different families seemed to make Wilson very impatient waiting for him.

The big fingers also type a message that makes the owner of the phone across there also smile happily.

“Iya, Mother. Soon Dad goes there. This is Dad waiting for a taxi to come home. Sabaryah, Mother don't go anywhere first. Wait in front of the house only.”

Now Mr. Wilson's long steps when passing through the company lobby where he is working with great difficulty as a subordinate make him not forget his obligations as a husband even though the work is so tiring of course.

As he continued to step into the streets, the sudden screams of a woman made him instantly shocked.

“Aaaaaa!!”

“Please, sakiiiit!” the female voice that sounded so inviting to all who heard it was getting closer and closer.

Including the man who will soon be this father.

“Ya Allah..what is this?” he asked frantically but his eyes immediately fell on the liquid that was splattered so much under the feet of the woman who was already lying limp in the streets.

“Sick..please. Help me, Sir. It hurts so much.” He was holding his already huge stomach.

All moving fast. Some gave their suits to

covering the woman's body, there was also a running chase after one of the riders

a car that could possibly take the woman to the hospital.

“Pak, I'm home from work, right?” ask someone

pointing at Mr. Wilson at once he nodded his head.

“Already, we asked

please you alone bring this mother to the hospital,” Without being able to refuse, please,

with pity Mr. Wilson finally took the woman to the car that had just been

He helped the woman until they headed to the

infirmary. His thoughts along the way were so upset.

Here there are women who bet on life, while at home there are

the woman who was also waiting for him to come home to please his baby in

in the stomach that will soon be born.

“Ya Allah.

now it? Yes, I'm sorry. I don't put you first, Honey.” Lirih Sir

Wilson while helping the woman who was beside him to wipe

back because of the woman's request.

Along the way the woman continued to complain non-stop,

makes his mind feel unable to concentrate on thinking about the wife who

be at home.

“What better I am

just tell him? Yes it will be better. Poor him waiting for me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,

Sya...” his hand also confidently reached into the phone in the pocket of pants

hers work.

But at the same time, the sound of that flat object

sounds ringing.

“Sya, sorry-“ Her words were interrupted when she heard that voice

no stranger across the phone.

“Mr, Mrs Tarisya looks like she's about to give birth. This

his stomach hurts so much.” Bi Nan did not want to waste any longer, he also

immediately explain what happened and be the purpose to call the

Signore.

“What? Bi, please. Please my wife, Bi..” man's face

handsome who had seemed anxious to be very panicked when he heard the

the wife who was in pain there without him by her side.

 “We don't have time

waiting for the Master again. I must immediately take Madam to the hospital

nearest, Mr.” Chief Mr. Wilson nodded quickly at the words

attendants.

“Good, please Bi. Call me soon when you arrive. We

meet there.” The phone connection was also cut off.

The streets in the afternoon are a little jammed. That path

so large it seems unable to accommodate the number of vehicles that pass

lalang delivered all the riders who wanted to go home each

after their solid activity in the original place.