The Pain Of Regret

Chapter 3. Life goes on

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Before proceeding, mommy just want to tell that this story will be some flashback aka grooved back and forth.

As we all know, NT is implementing a retention system. So mommy's hope to all readers to read the story of God, Diandra and Rando in stages ya😁.

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" The diandra rarely comes home. Once home, e even sick." said Mama Diandra who looks very humble and suddenly came with three glasses of cold drinks that smell fresh. " Nih in the drink first. Aunt live first. Oh yeah Di, behind there's your favorite pepes. Eat your friends later. Yes, you guys keep talking!" said Mama Diandra who was preparing to go somewhere.

Aldi and Anita nodded politely while the middle-aged woman said goodbye. After the death of Mama Diandra, Anita immediately looked at her best friend grimly. It was a moment of sadness that came from the face of the 17-year-old girl.

" Aldi told me everything!" anita to do point. Not at all want to make small talk.

So Diandra was immediately fixated staring at Anita's eyes that had been filled with clear liquid. Making his chest fill suddenly freeze and tight. Finished already. So he who is now in his house already knows if he is two-bodied?

" Rando give you money as a form of responsibility?" asked Anita who started to hold her best friend's hand. Aldi looked down with a sad feeling. "But aborting it is a great sin. You better be honest with your parents! Don't make a mistake the second time!" said Anita who could no longer hide her cries.

But without them knowing, Mama Diandra who was about to enter to take something left in her house was immediately surprised when she heard the word 'abort' spoken from Anita's lips.

" aborting? Abort what? What are you guys talking about?" mama Diandra's scream on the door lip.

So immediately surprised were the three teenagers who were currently sitting in the living room with equally pale faces.

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8 Years later in a large hospital in the city of Santara.

" Thank you so much, beautiful doctor. You're very kind to us!" said an old woman whose clothes were shabby. Feeling happy because he arrived at the hospital, the old woman apparently got a very friendly treatment from the doctor.

Her husband, who was looking for junk, was hit by nails. And Diandra just handled it according to the procedure regardless of social status. Diandra smiled. Not knowing why, every time he could help a difficult person, his heart felt a peace that he could not explain.

" Take the medicine regularly, Mom. May it heal soon!" diandra.

After his patient died, Diandra rushed to the locker. The place where all the medical personnel who were on duty for the shift exchange gathered. The spacious and clean place was the place he visited most often in the past year.

" A doctor, are you done?" greet Vienna. A nurse who happened to be one shift with him today. The young girl who was recently accepted as a nurse at Medica Care Hospital.

Diandra nodded without speaking. Just glancing at it while pulling a thin smile. He then removed his suit and replaced it with ordinary clothes. Prepare to go home.

" I go first!" diandra said as usual. Seemed uninterested in joining a group of gossipy women.

After Diandra died, another nurse named Tara suddenly said something. " He's arrogant, isn't he? Just look if we ask, we don't always want to answer!" said sneering. Makes some people agree.

" Yes, but at least I can answer. Now try to think well. Not one of us has ever had a casual conversation with the doctor Diandra, right? Is it because he's the doctor in this hospital?"

BRACKET!

Some people who were busy gossiping immediately tiptoed while another doctor suddenly closed the locker very hard.

" What are you guys talking about? It's a workplace, not a gossipy place. Dismantle there!" exclaimed doctor Anita stared fiercely at the nurses in front of her whose face was already very pale. Shamed and afraid, everyone immediately dispersed without saying another word.

Anita who was now living alone there, immediately sighed. He and Diandra should be better than this. But so is ordinary man. He still put annoyance to the woman who used to be his best friend. Although deep in his heart he also still cares about Diandra.

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Meanwhile, on the other hand, a tall, well-built man was watching his members who were doing physical training in his first battalion in the army.

" enough! After this rest and continue with lunch!" the captain said with a stern face.

" Captain ready!" answer all the members who were doing the exercises that afternoon.

Is God. The 31-year-old has been captain in his army since the last three years. He is strict yet humanist. Chosen to be a captain based on his ability is very capable and so superior. Apart from being in the field of weaponry, the man was also very intelligent.

His long steps led the God towards his study. The flat-faced man is seen sitting down and checking several lists of names of young officers to be assigned to his unit.

Thorough in seeing the new member of the military academy graduate will be an additional new responsibility for him.

TOK TOK!

The door was knocked and showed a man performing a salute just before he entered the room of the Gods.

" The captain's afternoon!" greet the junior.

" Hey!"

" Major's letter!" said the junior while handing over an envelope with the logo of unity that he loved very much.

The god grabbed an envelope that his junior gave him. Reading at a glance if it was a direct letter from the detachment.

" Thank you!" dewa.

The Junior returned to do the honors for a moment before leaving the god. The handsome-looking man opened an important letter that contained an order to prepare his men to leave for an area that was rumored to be hit by an earthquake.

Afterwards, the god is seen staring at a small photo on his desk. Photos of him being embraced by his father and mother. He closed his eyes for a moment. He misses his parents very much. But duty is duty. He didn't know when it would be like this. The bitter-rooted mass in his heart really made things not easy.

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