I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
Re-meeting

"Where? where are you taking my son? Give me back my son!" rena's screams echoed across the VIP room that night. The sentences did not stop.

Rena didn't get any answers from Dhea. Dhea was still trembling while confused about the situation that was happening before her.

Rena got out of bed. He approached Dhea who was still staring. Rena was furious because she did not get any response. He pushed Dhea's body several times. "You're killers. You killed my son."

"Sorry, Mom. Relax first!" Dhea's lips twitched.

"What's? you're sorry now? Too late!" Rena shook Dhea's shoulders brutally.

Rena keeps repeating the question 'where is my son' to Dhea. Even Rena's hand almost ruined Dhea's hairdo. Rena wanted to grab the hair of the woman in front of her.

"Mom, don't move much. Please calm down." Dhea won't lose. He managed to hold onto both of Rena's hands, despite having to work hard.

"Diiiaaammmmm. Release!" rena's screams until it sounds from outside.

Long and firm footsteps began to sound. A man entered the VIP room.

"Rena, stop Rena. Yes, Honey." The man immediately took over Rena's anger. He held his wife into the chest of his field.

Meanwhile, Dhea was getting riveted. He was more silent than before. Dhea was not only unable to move the muscles all over her body. Now his heart seemed to be being fed by a hot current that spread throughout the body and occasionally centered into his eyes.

A tall man was in front of Dhea. Hair neatly arranged on a rectangular forehead. Beneath it is carved a sharp nose supporting both eyes with a deep highlight.

Rena is still sniffed in her husband's arms. Even so, he was calmer. He collapsed and was easily led back to the bed where he was lying.

"Panner, where's our son?" Rena sizzling cleanly.

"Later yeah. Later first. You rest first let it recover quickly." The pennant gently stroked his wife's head repeatedly. Rena is calm. More calm than ever. "Please, Sus. He could not believe who the nurse was in front of him.

"Sorry, Sir. I had to change the infusion bottle because it was finished" said Dhea after trying hard to make a sound.

He removed a single point of his tears that suddenly dripped. He rearranged his white uniform that was almost torn apart. A strand of hair that almost fell hanging, covering his ears he slipped back.

Dhea walked past the back of Panji who was still silent, unmoved. Carefully Dhea did her job of replacing the infusion bottle. Even so, he really wanted to immediately escape from that place.

Once the task is done, Dhea immediately say goodbye to Panji. Enough to nod your head politely. He did not say a single word.

Dhea walked slowly out of the room. He closed the door carefully. However, his steps changed drastically once he was outside.

Dhea turned her steps towards the emergency staircase. Dhea came in and closed the door. He blocked the door to the emergency staircase with his body.

Dhea. He had closed his mouth tightly, even assisted with both palms. However, that crying voice was still heard occasionally.

Until, about ten minutes passed. Dhea calmed herself down enough. He returned to the guard room after going to the toilet to wash his face. He tried to remove the remains of tears on his face. Even though the eyes don't lie.

"Is there a problem?" tanya Tiwi, the guard nurse who was on duty with Dhea that night. "Last noon the patient was raging with the nurse on guard."

Dhea did not respond. He was more curious about the reason the woman could be here. "Mother why is that? I haven't read the details about this patient."

"Old girl, accident. His son did not survive. His womb must be lifted."

Dhea quickly covered her gaping mouth. He was surprised and concerned at once. "Pity. This is when the hell it's coming in." Dhea noticed the patient's info in the sheets of paper he held.

"Two days ago. It's your time off" Tiwi replied before Dhea managed to find the information she was looking for.

However, Dhea's eyes instead focused on something else. The person in charge or guardian there is written Panji as husband.

Aye! Dhea already knew that they were husband and wife but somehow she seemed to want to make sure again. Again or even repeatedly until the statement changes. Although it will not be possible.

Over the next few days, Dhea had to strengthen her heart. Every night we have to go into that room. Not afraid of being grabbed or pushed, Dhea was not ready to meet Panji again.

Panji Tilar Arya Negara, the man she once dated for seven years. The man who suddenly broke off the relationship on the grounds of following the match of his mother. This man of more than five years he never saw again.

After all this time. After it was almost buried. Why did Dhea have to meet Panji again? Especially with his wife, when Dhea was still alone. At a time when Dhea was still trying to release the remains of Panji in her heart and mind.

SERIATE...