
An hour later Cantika was operated on, the Cantika and Danish families were gathered waiting outside the operating room. After a few minutes Cantika came out of the operating room. Cantika was taken directly to the inpatient room.
After an hour in the influence of drugs, Cantika finally realized. Seeing his family gathered all made Cantika confused.
"What's this?" ask Cantika,
The Cantika family who heard the Cantika's voice began to approach. Danish who was sleeping beside Cantika also woke up.
"You're conscious, son?" ask Mama Cantika
"Ma, why Cantika?" ask Cantika confused
"You passed out baby, try telling mom why you fainted?" ask Mama Cantika
"Yes, son, try telling us a story." added Ms. Danish
Cantika glanced at the nervous Danish.
"Cantika just a tadjapkan aja ma, Cantika maxain to the Danish mas office earlier because the baby's grandpa wanted to meet his father." explained Cantika stroking his stomach.
When stroking his stomach Cantika felt something stuck. He looked inside his clothes.
"What'sthis? Why are there stitches on my stomach? My baby how's my baby?" asked Cantika crying confusedly holding her stomach
"Honey calm first son." said Mama Cantika calming
"Ma, baby!" cantika cried sadly
Mama Cantika hugged her son, occasionally patting gently on his back.
"Patience dear." said Mama Cantika
After Cantika had calmed down, her family said goodbye. Danish lives with him now.
"Your satisfaction?" cantika said "The satisfaction has eliminated my son!" cantika shouted
"Darling you calm down. I'm sorry." said Danish trying to calm Cantika down
"Your staff is Danish! You betrayed me and because of you I lost my son!" cantika said crying
"When I apologize for betraying you. But I don't want to lose my son either. I'm also sad Can." replied Danish
"You better go! I want to be alone." said Cantika without seeing her husband
"Cantica?" say Danish
"Alright, I'm leaving." replied Danish immediately leaving
After a few days Cantika was hospitalized, finally Cantika was allowed to go home. In the house of Cantika more silence. The relationship between Cantika and Danish is also still tenuous. Both Cantika's parents have begun to suspect the rift of her child's household. Especially Danish who also often come home at night.
Andra who heard from employees that Raina had made her boyfriend's wife miscarry because she saw Raina and Danish being alone was immediately contacted Cantika.
"Hello Can? Can meet?" ask Andra
"Can Ndra meet when?" answer Cantika
"Later what lunch time, at the cafe XXX." said Andra
"OK." replied Cantika
Later Cantika met Andra according to his appointment. Andra who just came hastily approached Cantika.
"Have you been waiting?" andra asked, sitting up
"No kog, new also nyampe." replied Cantika
"I'm sorry Can." Andra said
"Why suddenly apologize?" ask Cantika wonder
"I actually knew about the Danish and Raina affair, because Raina was my secretary. I've tried to reprimand Raina but I'm not one to interfere with other people's problems. When I found out you were Danish's wife, I wanted to say it, but I could bear it for fear of hurting you. Stupid me, should have met me from the beginning I told you straight away. So you won't lose a fetus in your stomach." Andra said guiltily
"Ndra, this isn't your fault. You are not good at interfering in other people's business. That way I can figure all this out with my own eyes. For the fetus in my stomach, this is fate. And I've done it." replied Cantika
"You're a good man Can, you deserve a better man than Danish" Andra said
"Yes, I'm thinking of parting ways. But I still hesitate to tell my parents everything." replied Cantika
"There is no need to doubt, it is better as soon as you solve this problem. Do not drag on later you are hurt." said Andra
"Thank you, Ndra, after Tania married Bastian, I had no place to complain. Thank you for being my friend" Cantika smiled
"Yes can both, if there is a problem you can immediately find me. I'm ready to listen." replied Andra smiling.
Cantika nodded at Andra's words.
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