The Marriage Order

Q3 Why Should It Be Like This?

Baruna POVs

"Tu-wait! Dra, you seem to have misunderstood me," I said frowning. It seems she thought that I was married to Felicia.

Andra raised her eyebrows. "Misunderstand how, Bar?" ask Andra.

"I never married Felicia. That woman is not my wife, Dra," I said.

Hearing my answer, Andra turned to Frans and turned to me. Even Andra unscrewed the arm of the woman next to her and Frans leaned her body to get closer to my face.

"So who are you getting married to, Bar?" ask Andra.

I didn't have time to answer, Frans interrupted, "Sheryl, Dra."

"Sherily? Isn't that woman married to your stepbrother?" ask Andra who might know the news of gossip that had been blowing in the media a few months ago.

I took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yes, that Sheryl. The woman I was betrothed to a long time ago," I replied with a line of smiles. "I sent you the invitation, didn't I? You stay outside, you don't read it very well" I said.

"Worse you, Dra. My own friend." too." Frans shook slowly, then raised the wine glass in front of him.

"I really didn't know that your stepbrother didn't get married to Sheryl at the time. And again how can Sheryl be your wife, when you've slept with Felicia."

Andra's words seemed to be the fuel in my heart. I grabbed my glass, stared intently at the two men in turn, then shook my head. "Not to be discussed! I'm surprised by you two. Don't you guys ever regret framing me, huh?"

"Caught?" Frans nodded and shook his head.

Andra who heard my words chuckled. "Hey, but you enjoyed it, didn't you? Your virginity's gone from sleeping with Felicia."

"It's not funny, Dra!" I shouted at Andra, then turned my gaze to Frans. "You're Frans, too, you're working with Andra to put something in my drink at the time."

It felt as if my blood was boiling talking to those who brought up the incident like an endless joke. Though I have forgotten and just want to glue our friendship like when we were in college. But they even make my head hurt like they want to explode. Moreover, not long ago Felicia had met me personally saying that she still liked me. Sheryl used to say that the boy's eyes looked like mine. Every time Sheryl says it, I always hope my worries don't come true. But I did not dare to ask that directly to Felicia.

"So you know?" Frans chuckled. He turned to Andra for a moment and then set his eyes on me again. "We just want to make you have fun on our last day in Sydney, Bar. You were so serious about the woman who didn't like you back then that you forgot about Felicia who secretly put her heart on you. All we did was give the right moment for you two. It's a pity that you're finally not married and not married. Yeah, right, Dra?"

"He-it." Andra mangosteen.

I stared at the two. It was very interesting to slam the glass in my grasp in front of them. But trying to hold it. It's a public place, I can't make a fuss in front of these two half-drunk men.

My phone suddenly rang. Get it right out of the shirt pocket. Glancing briefly at the screen, Sheryl called out. I ignored him and put him back in my pocket.

Sheryl can't know I'm in this place.

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Sheryl POV

Me and Mr. Amri dropped Reynand out of the car when a gurney stopped right in front of the passenger's back door. A security guard and a nurse lay the sturdy figure on top of it and then brought Reynand into the IGD. Me and Mr. Amri were frantically trailing the gurney from behind. But when we were about to enter the room that was carrying Reynand, Nayara suddenly appeared in front of us.

"Wait ahead! I and the IGD's doctor will take a look at it" Nayara said, closing the curtain.

"Yes, Sher. Just relax." Nayara nodded. It seems to know what I feel.

Mr. Amri and I turned over, sitting in the IGD lounge waiting chair. I'm a little relieved, Reynand is in good hands.

"I have to call Baruna" I said, taking my phone and calling her. But baby, my call was not raised. Maybe he's having fun with his old friend right now and doesn't want to be disturbed.

"Not lifted, Mom?" ask Mr. Amri who is sitting next to me.

I shook my head slowly and then took a long breath. "I'll call Dira, sir."

Mr. Amri just nodded. Not long after, my call was connected by Indira. Reynand's sister answered my call, so panicked.

"Sheryl, so now how's Rey doing?" Indira's voice was really panicked.

"Still on IGD. We're still waiting for the doctor to check on him, Dir," I replied.

"alright. I'm going there with Mama and Daniel. Wait for us!"

"Yes, Dir," I answered and ended our conversation.

A few moments later, Nayara called me into the room. I got out of my chair after asking Mr. Amri to wait in the IGD waiting room.

Nayara and I were standing in one of the rooms and saw Reynand wearing a hose on his nose that connected him to an oxygen tube.

"He had pneumonia, Sher," Nayara said suddenly without looking at me. His gaze fixed on the figure of Reynand who looked faintly looking towards us.

"But he's okay, isn't he, Nay?" I asked the doctor the woman.

"Thankfully you delivered him in time. Otherwise, his life could be threatened."

Nayara's words made me look back at her. "God! I really thought it would be that bad."

"From a long time ago, I warned him to stop smoking and drinking but it seems to be getting worse lately to make him tight even though the tightness was gone. Then the peak is at this time, Sher."

I did not comment and could only breathe heavily. Seeing his condition like this really makes me not have the heart even though it had pissed me off half to death.

"He needs to be treated, Sher. Have you contacted his family?" ask Nayara.

"It has. Let me be in charge while waiting for them to come. Rey needs to get treatment as soon as possible, Nay."

Nayara nodded. Not long after our conversation, I took care of everything needed in her maintenance administration. Just ten minutes later, Reynand was already in a treatment room with luxurious facilities.

I sat on the chair beside his bed. Looked at Reynand's concerned face. He had calmed down a little to get the oxygen that freely went in and out of his nose and mouth without trying hard.

"Thank you," she said to me with a review of her small smile.

"Yes. You can't be sick. If you're sick, I'll feel the most guilt, Rey," I said, pulling a line of smiles for her.