When a Neglected Wife Moves

Surrender.

A few days ago, Emma deliberately consulted a geneticist doctor, should do DNA tests in an old pregnancy, not too dangerous if done in the right way.

However, because a few days before the amniotic retrieval process, Jelita had experienced a hard collision that caused the near-miss of the womb, it became the reason for the weakness of the fetus itself, so this time it may be high risk.

Emma, unconcerned by the doctor's warning, kept pressing because she seemed to be very sure of her own thinking, a thought that had been provoked by other women in her son's household.

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After waking up from the influence of anesthesia, Jelita spread her gaze in all directions, apparently there was no one there. He then moved from his place to lower one foot and walked out of the room.

For some reason, her distended stomach felt very wrapped around and mules instantly struck until no longer able to firmly rest on her tiny legs.

"God, what's going on? my stomach!" The cold sweat that condensed on her forehead the woman wiped with the back of her hand then sat on the sofa of the waiting room hoping that her uterine contractions could be over soon.

Not that she felt better, Jelita actually felt the twisting of the center as if pushing out "Oh, E'den, sick!" Tears can no longer be weaved, he slid as he pleased combing every curve of the pregnant woman's face.

"Dammit!"

The woman had heard also see a panic that caught her body before she was unconscious, all dark and even the taste that tormented her was no longer felt.

As usual, Dylan was always watching the beautiful woman of his heart "Call the doctor quickly!" He shouted at the people who served him.

In the room USG Jelita examined, contractions continue to occur even in a state of unconsciousness, then the doctor immediately decided to do a sectionio caesarian (SC). That afternoon, Dylan himself signed a declaration of approval for the operation.

But it turned out that neonatal (low-birth-weight babies) included prematurity, followed by asphyxia and infection led to the tiny baby's death.

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Now Jelita has been moved to the presidential suite room and only the silent silent silent silent reverberation of the woman's presentation right.

There were no words that could be said from his mute lips, whether to whom he looked but his eyes howled blankly without any direction of purpose.

Maybe we can write a thousand parting words but all we feel is one, which is loss.

Even her husband's gentle touch no longer felt just a muddle that mastered it "I'm sorry, Jeje." The crackling of the man sounded full of regret but not the slightest indication.

The moment of loss, the falling tears seemed to summon memories of time. If patience is not enough to be conscious, perhaps losing will be resuscitating.

"It's all my fault, I failed to protect you, sorry, I'm sorry." In his embrace the tiny woman with eyes closed full of regret.

Tears that are flooded behind the eye pelukur already spilled down his handsome face.

I knew the pain of a loss, and I learned sincerely from a loss, well maybe that's what Brandon thought this time.

In her husband's warm embrace, Jelita was still silent a thousand languages.

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At 21:00 a middle-aged man dressed in an expensive coat walked hastily down the hallway of the suite room, where his beloved daughter-in-law is still being cared for.

Just a moment ago his only son gave the sad news about the departure of a grandchild that he had not yet loved.

His face hardened when he saw a handsome figure welcoming his arrival "Papi, ..." Greet the man.

THE PLAQUE!

At the end of the disappointment he vented on his son's clear cheeks "Keeping my daughter-in-law's granddaughter is not good!!" The screech echoed throughout the long room.

Brandon bowed not out of fear but regret that made him bow down, not that loss was also felt by him, he, he was the father of the grandson Anson spoke of.

"Why can it happen like this! Why so careless! The grandson of my future successor is dead?!" His touch glared.

"Sorry." Only that word could be said from the lips of that handsome man.

For Anson Dwi Pangga the word actually sounded annoying until again his big hand floated in the air.

"Anson!" One more middle-aged man blocked his hand, blocking.

Anson turned to the right, at the sight of his friend who was now his besi staring intently at his "What the fuck are you huh! Everything has happened, please, now the most important thing is, take care of my grandson's funeral, pity him Anson! You are not the only one who has lost! We all lost too!" His impact.

Anson pulled his hand impulsively then turned his gaze in the other direction, his eyes closed enjoying the tightness that was still seething in his chest.

"Already, Papah knows you have taken good care of Jelita but God has other wills. Let's just say E'den, you can still try it again." Marseille's soft words addressed her handsome son-in-law.

"The strong E'den." Galang and Tristan also tried to strengthen his sister-in-law.

One by one the other families came to visit Jelita who was still faithful with her silence. The funeral procession was carried out tomorrow morning so tonight Brandon still accompanied his wife in the hospital, both sleeping on the same bed, all night for Brandon never took off a warm hug on his beloved woman, he said, still in a sorry state.

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Morning mentari also began to crashing into the VVIP room owned by Jelita, the warmth was quite hugging tightly the tiny body that had lost its distended stomach.

The woman opened her eyes that still felt heavy because of the damp, and the handsome face of her husband welcomed the opening of the netra.

He moved his head back. In his eyes the man with a soft twinkle full of irony "E'den, ...." His whisper and the man squirms.

His forehead puckered while occasionally blinked, his eyes staring at the beautiful face of his wife "Jeje."

Brandon was happy at the end his wife wanted to make a sweet voice "You're awake? You hungry?" Ask.

Jelita shook her head softly "I love you E'den." Then the clear circle melted to accompany the statement of love of the woman.

Brandon's curled lips were so touched by the confession of his beautiful wife "I love you more Jeje!" Honestly answer.

Jelita pulled her husband's cheek and landed her lips on the man's lips, guerrilla boneless objects began to last long enough, the two of them twisted each other to taste the salty taste of the falling tears without their compromise.

"While your heart is split in two, I know your feelings are sincere towards me E'den, but, I can't live this way, I'm sorry, I gave up! Being treated like a trash son-in-law is not my goal, I still have parents who love me sincerely without a claim, maybe this is the last time I'm in contact with you...."

... ⁇ ️..... Seriate..... ⁇ ️...