Who You Choose, My Husband

13. Who You Choose My Husband

Arsy was only able to stand looking at the doctor and two sisters were treating wounds on the chest of a strange man who had been met several times. Arsy wants to leave the elite treatment room, just can't because the strange man is holding his hijab.

"You're always not careful, sir!" The doctor's chirps are not much different in age from the strange man.

"Just do your job or your hospital, I flatten!" Said the man named Jo.

Arsy is shocked and convinced that Jo is a dangerous man. "sorry. Can you please let go? I have to leave immediately" said Arsy and indeed had to leave because the sky was starting to light up. He was afraid that Haris was looking for him.

Jo turned towards Arsy without saying anything. But, the man actually pulled the hijab of Arsy to get closer to him making Arsy glare.

"Why do you like to glare every time we meet?" Jo asked in a cold, flat-faced voice.

Hearing Jo's question makes Arsy throw his face away. Doesn't want to answer the question because you don't know what to answer for Jo. What the strange man did not remember every time he met there must be something annoying.

"Brother!!" Screaming a handsome, bule-faced man walks into Jo's treatment room.

Arsy notices Jo's reaction which looks upset.

The squealing man's steps slowed down when he saw the strange-looking woman near Jo. "Who is he, Jo?"

"Future esposa."

"Wow.. Your taste is different."

"Hem."

Arsy heard that it was just funny because he did not know the meaning of the answer that Jo threw.

"Sorry, I have to go right away." Arsy said as soon as Jo took off the grip on her hijab.

Jo sees Arsy's departure, immediately calls his assistant.

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"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." Arsy said when he just opened the door to Laila's treatment room.

All eyes looked towards him including Laila who was also conscious. With a nervous feeling, Arsy stepped closer and kissed the back of Haris' hand then did the same to the three middle-aged mothers there.

Arsy looked wrong. "So, when Arsy wanted to pray there was someone injured so Arsy helped bring it to his treatment room, mas. Maybe it was because while guiding that person, the scent of her perfume was left on the shirt."

Haris nodded in confidence knowing that Arsy would not do anything that crossed the line. He led Arsy to sit in a corner of the room, on a mat. Then take two packs of rice and return to sit near Arsy. "We had breakfast, yeah. I'm sure you haven't eaten."

Arsy smiled with a nod. From last night, he continued to try to strengthen his heart if Haris' attention would be reduced as long as Laila was sick. However, getting attention like this actually makes him feel guilty for thinking badly to Haris before.

"Daris! Laila's sick, you know." Tegur Rahma's mother looked on dislike. She still thought, Laila will soon become pregnant after recovering.

Haris took a long breath. "Ma, it should be my turn with Arsy today. But Arsy understands my situation. I'm just having breakfast together, from yesterday I've not been Laila." Haris wants Rahma's mother to understand her situation.

"But Arsy will understand the situation you and Laila, really. Laila needs you again, Haris." The words were no longer from Rahma's mother but Sandra's mother.

Arsy clasps Haris' hand to keep her from fighting. "Just eat with Laila. Let Mama, mother, and mother Jannah accompany Arsy to eat here," said Arsy casually.

"What's your mom doing with you, Arsy? You're healthy" asked Sandra's mother.

Arsy raises his shoulders. "I am the one who is sick of you. I am the victim but why continue to be a suspect for the pain Laila feels. I'm also Haris' wife."

"Don't be selfish, Arsy."

Arsy nodded his head accompanied by a mysterious smile that was impossible to see. He looked at Haris with disappointment. "Who did you choose, my husband?"

Haris is wrong. Of course, he wanted to accompany Arsy. But seeing Laila's face look sad made her not have the heart. Then his eyes turned to Arsy.

"Go, mas. Laila needs you more," said Arsy as if to understand the turmoil Haris.

"I'm sorry" said Haris and answered a nod by Arsy.

Arsy stood up and walked out of Laila's treatment room without saying goodbye and ignored the call from Haris. It felt too crowded to be among the people inside.

His footsteps led to the roof of the hospital building. Up there, Arsy vents his grief by crying without fear of others hearing.

His heart was too badly hurt over this marriage. But no one understands himself.

"Jeez ... Why do you love to cry?!!"