TRAPPED IN MARRIAGE DRAMA

Submitting Terms

The shirt fittings of the day were finally finished. Hansen immediately charged Sharita's promise to discuss the terms she would apply for.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Hansen's pleading face made Sharita curious.

"Okey, let's talk about this somewhere else. Come with me to the cafe, let's talk about everything there."

Sharita was about to leave but Hansen again reflexively pulled the girl's wrist to stop her.

"I don't have much time. Can we just talk about it here? In the parking lot or in your car as long as you don't go anywhere else. It's urgent."

Sharita pulled her lips slightly, revealing her faint smile. It seemed like this time he was already feeling happy that Hansen was going to give himself up in his game.

"alright. We're talking in the car. But, can you not call me by your name? What's wrong with calling names or other friendly calls. We're getting married soon, I don't want people out there judging us badly for the call."

Hansen seemed to think, but because he did not have much time left he decided to call Sharita by her name.

"Can we talk now, Sharita?"

"Not bad .." Sharita comments about her name call just now.

It was the first time Hansen called Sharita by name. Her habit of honoring Sharita was to call her "You".

Hansen stepped slowly behind Sharita. Following the woman to the parking lot, to Sharita's car.

"Come in!" pinta Sharita, Hansen refused to enter. He leaned against Sharita's car door and said what she had been holding back.

"I ... eee ... I .. would like to apply for a condition, if you .. emm don't mean me, if you want to marry me then I have a condition for that."

"Say what's the condition?" sharita replied short, firm and clear.

"I want you to cover my mother's entire medical expenses in the hospital. Currently, he was suffering from a severe illness and had to undergo intensive treatment and the cost was huge. If you agree to those terms, then I don't mind marrying you."

Without a second thought, Sharita agreed to the terms. In fact, in Hansen's mind this girl will definitely not agree.

"alright. To make sure you don't lie to me, I happen to still have time to spend outside of work, I want you to take me to the hospital where your mother is being treated."

"But I don't have a vehicle."

"That's stupid. Would you beg me like this if you had a private vehicle? Get in the car. Just tell me which hospital we should go to and I'll drive you."

Hansen was not feeling well either. He was a little nervous and almost entered the car door wrong.

"Eit .. Where are you going?"

"Get in your car, right?"

Hansen also complied. He has no other choice now. As they say, they are in a symbiotic relationship. Benefit each other. Sharita wants to be married so that the child she contains has a father after birth, while Hansen needs money for the care of his mother.

The car they were driving kept driving away from the hospital parking lot. Hansen sat quietly beside Sharita who was driving.

Along the way, there was absolutely no conversation between them. Hansen was busy staring at the road ahead, distracting him while avoiding engaging in chatter with Sharita.

A phone call shocked both. Hansen quickly picked up the phone. Fear bothers Sharita to drive.

"Hello ..."

Hansen's voice answered a phone call from someone over there.

"With Mr Hansen?"

"Who is this with?"

"We from the hospital want to tell you that the condition of Your mother is declining. Therefore, we need your consent as soon as possible to take action to help Your mother. If you can, you should go to the hospital soon."

"Good, fine, sister. I'll be there right now."

The phone call was closed and an anxious face immediately flashed across Hansen's face. Sharita saw clearly the difference in Hansen's facial water.

"What's going on?" ask Hansen.

"My mother is dying. Can you drive faster to Cinta Rakyat hospital?"

Without being asked twice, Sharita immediately stepped on the gas pedal to accelerate the speed of her four wheels. Hansen kept silent and prayed, holding on as Sharita carried the car above average speed.

It didn't take long for them to get to the hospital. Hansen quickly ran into the ICU room where he was being waited on by a nurse signing a dossier for patients.

"How's my mom doing, sust?"

"While handled, sir. Please sign and we'll work quickly."

Without a second thought, Hansen immediately signed the dossier. Previously the sister had reminded of the cost problems that might arise after intensive care for her mother. But Hansen did not want to take any more risks, he was sure Sharita would help him.

Hansen stood up anxiously, pacing back and forth unsettledly waiting for the next news from the doctor who handled his mother.

"Can you just sit down? If you keep panicking, worrying and pacing like that, it only makes your situation worse."

Hansen sat down next to Sharita. His two hands propped up his chin, while occasionally squeezing his dizzy head half to death.