We Finally Married!

Unhappy

Namira still digested Arnav's words. It may be true that there is no perfect home. Nor did he expect it would all be like this.

"Good morning Namira!" Arnav kissed his forehead and got out of bed. The man did not look like he always did. Their activities are proceeding as usual. Namira goes to the clinic driving a car.

Right in the fork before going to the clinic, a car hit him hard. His stomach and head hit the steering wheel of the car.

"Aah!" Namira touched her bruised head and slightly scratched. There's fresh blood flowing. A woman approached her car.

"Oh my goodness Namira! Sorry I didn't mean it!" The woman was Dilla.

"Obviously the traffic light in front of me is green. Means in front of mbak is red! Why is it still going?" Namira protested the unintentional reason of Dilla.

"Oh I'm daydreaming! But is there nothing flawed?" Dilla looked at it. Arnav, who was about to follow Namira to the clinic because Namira's suit was left at home, found the sight. As he was about to approach, Namira cried out.

"You wish I was handicapped? He intentionally? Then if you're disabled you'll be with Arnav? Didn't he? Take there! Just take the Arnav with his family package! With pleasure!" Namira gets back in the car and insists on it tight. Dilla stared in amazement.

On the other hand Arnav who was staring at the incident could only fall silent. He continued to stare at Dilla who was unaware of the man's presence.

"OK, since you've already given your husband, it means I'll just make your husband come to me by himself." Dilla smiled cynically.

Arnav clenched his hands as if frustrated. He does not know if Namira becomes very hateful to him and his family. It's just his mother's fault and Namira shouldn't hate Arnav either.

Serkan...

"Hello!" Arnav.

"Hello! Can you go to the clinic? What exactly is going on? Namira's back here? Then what the fuck is this? He's hurt!" Tanya Serkan.

"Does he need me there?" Arnav asked in despair.

"Whatchu mean? He's fainted now! It looks like he's exhausted and in shock!" Terang Serkan's.

Arnav runs his motor to the clinic.

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"How is he doing?" Arnav panicked.

"He's shocked. We'd better go to the hospital for a full checkup." Say Serkan's.

"Is the content okay?" Arnav bit his lips full of anxiety.

"Related? She pregnant?" Leave him staring in disbelief.

Arnav nods.

"Well, what the hell is this! She doesn't look pregnant at all! I'm afraid there's trauma to his body. Let's get him to the hospital!" Call the ambulance driver.

"Dilla, I won't let you!" Arnav murmuring.

"Why are you guys getting too much drama?" Hand over opening the chat.

"Either. Your family will be taking issue with whoever is their daughter-in-law?" Arnav looked desperate.

"meaning? I don't care if they're fighting or not." Leave him answering.

"What if your wife's got a problem with it?" Arnav is back.

"I'll convince him not to bother. Even if we have to live on another planet it doesn't matter if we're happy." Serkan Clearly.

"I tried to convince him. We're here too, far from family. But he's still not happy." Arnav looked down at his wife's face.

"Remove anything that makes you unhappy. That simple." Serkan.

Arnav pats Serkan's shoulder. Now the cold doctor had completely given up.

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"Namira had only mild trauma to the head. He is also tired and stressed. I'm back at the clinic. Take care of him." Draw me a pat on Arnav's shoulder.

The man clasped Namira's hand. He felt that he failed to look after and make his wife happy.

Send the one who just went to the elevator to find the figure of Vita coming out of the elevator.

"He's fine. What's up here?" Ask Serkan with a cold look.

"I was contacted by Mr. Arnav. There are some files he asked for." Answer Vita.

"alright. Me first!" Say Give it up while it passes.

"Serkan Pak!" Call Vita. Serkan also looked.

"I've probably misunderstood you. But I also can't prove that your crimes against my friend are not real." Vita looked at Serkan with an unconvinced look.

"I don't care if the world hates me. If I make a mistake, I hate myself, but I love myself." It also passed.

tok tok tok tok

"Sir Arnav, this is the requested file." Vita gave me some files. He also looked at Namira who was lying pale.

"Sir, what's wrong? Sorry if I was sassy. Does this have anything to do with Dilla's bu mutation?" Vita tries to find Arnav's answer.

"Yes. When you are done, you can go back to the office. Sorry if your work is spread. Since Dilla is an HRD, I'm having a hard time finding a division that can fire or mutate her." Arnav said with a tired face.

"Okay sir, I'm sorry." Vita also pamit.

Not long after Namira came to her senses. He holds his head.

"Uh, sick!" His complaint.

"Honey, slow down." Arnav guides Namira to sit down.

"Ah, I remember! I argued with Dilla and then went to the clinic. Is this a clinic?" Namira asked Arnav.

"No, it's a hospital." Arnav stroked his wife's hair.

"Why go to all hospitals?" Namira was a little emotional because he considered all this excessive when he was fine.

"Serkan suggested here. You fainted." Reply Arnav gently.

"Mas, go! All because of you! Why not just marry Dilla? At least he's not harming anyone else anymore!" Jerky Namira.

Arnav breathed.

"Do you really want to be like that?" Arnav looked at Namira softly.

"I'm tired of all this!" Namira threw away her face.

"We're looking for a solution. Splitting up is not the solution." Arnav is still trying to be patient.

Namira breathed out.

"Namira, we're babymoon! We're going to Sin next week." Bring Arnav.

"I'm working!" Namira Gerrutu.

"You better stop. Make your own business at home while taking care of your lectures. I think you're too depressed about all this stuff." Arnav's Proposal.

"It's best to stop being your wife. That's the most true! That part is what's been depressing me the most!" Complain Namira.

"Okay, I'll be out of town for a while. Prove that you don't need me!" Arnav got out of his seat and left. Arnav is going to Samo Island to take care of Dilla's mutation. He felt that the girl should be put away in an untouched place and had nothing to do with Namira or Arnav's life.

"Hello Dilla's. Have you received my file?" Tanya Arnav through her phone.

"Yes. I don't understand what you mean? Why am I being mutated?" Tanya Dilla was disappointed.

"I'll take you. Just chill. You have to develop your career well.This afternoon we're leaving." Arnav. The journey will take five hours. He had prepared his phone to photograph all his activities together with Dilla on the way and spread it on his social media.

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