Married Old Virgin Boss
57. In Two Different Places

The kindness of the doctor who treated Ben, made it difficult for him to leave the hospital. He seemed trapped, but also could not resist the request of the doctor because this was for his own good.

"Your condition is dropping badly, Ben. Don't leave the hospital before your condition improves." So said the doctor in a firm voice, reluctant to be denied.

Ben with a pale and limp face, still giving an amused smile at the doctor's excessive concern.

"Doctors don't have to worry" Ben said in a relaxed tone. "I won't report to Dad if the doctor doesn't take good care of me. No need to care too much like this, Doc, let alone have to sacrifice Doctor's free time for me."

"This is not just an appointment to your father, Ben," the doctor said as he checked the results of the report he was carrying today. When he finished, he turned to look at Ben through his square glasses. "You've been considered my own child. I definitely don't want my son to do anything."

Ben dimmed his smile, with a look that turned blank. He took a deep breath, in order to relieve a little tightness in his chest due to the pressure of the mind that he felt lately.

"You still haven't told your wife, Ben?" ask the doctor, guess. He does not need any response, because Ben's silence has become a substitute for the answer 'yes'. "If you don't want to be supported by your wife, at least a will, Ben. Let her be a widow, tell her sane one. Don't be like you. He was told to seek medical treatment, I was told to go to war."

Ben laughed at hearing that. "She'd rather be a widow, Doc."

The doctor snorted long. "The two of you are both insane. I should have taken you to RSJ, not here."

"Yes, it should be, Doc." Ben was not at all offended by the man's words, instead responding with a joke while shrugging both shoulders indifferently.

Dr. Ridwan got up from his seat on the edge of the patient's bed. He once again lowered his head to glance at the note he was carrying, making his expression return solemn.

"I'm not kidding now, Ben. Nor give false hope to you like yesterday" said doctor Ridwan, looking straight at Ben. "Your condition, the worse the squared. If you do not routinely seek treatment lately, our efforts in the past years will end in vain. The money, the opportunity, and the time you sacrifice for this treatment, it could end up in vain, Ben. So, please be serious. We must suppress the disease so that you can be healthier again through life. Think of your mother's pain during your birth, Ben. Don't even waste his pain just because of your loser attitude."

Ben was silent for a moment. To be honest, he was just thinking about his parents now. Little stirred, when doctor Ridwan discussed about his mother, and was justified by Ben in heart. The life he earned today, mostly aided by his mother, and raised by his father.

But on the other hand, the cost and effort for treatment made Ben really want to give up on this life. Doctor Ridwan is very happy to help in fact, but as a human being with an excess of reluctance, Ben is never willing to burden the good man. Especially Dea.

"Bbn ...." Doctor Ridwan called out in a soft voice.

"Yes, Doc. I'll see the doctor again sometime. Now, I have to go home."

And already very memorized by the lie of the patient, doctor Ridwan ruffled waist. His lazy look he directed at Ben.

"No one's coming home tonight!" the doctor said firmly. "Because if you force, in the middle of the road later, you will return to the hospital with delivered many people in an unconscious condition. So don't force yourself. Tonight, you stay here!" doctor Ridwan's eyes were firmly filled with emphasis.

Ben was not given the opportunity to refuse, because the doctor had left the room immediately. It left Ben helplessly on the patient's bed.

Speaking of which, Ben suddenly thought of something, Where's the phone?

Dea did not know how many times he tried calling Ben's number, but until his phone ran out of power and he was forced to charge the phone while calling— there was no answer.

The woman ended up frustrated, and dropped herself on a soft mattress. A bright look was directed at the ceiling of the room, trying to guess which place her husband was coming to.

"Ben took Mom to the hospital." So did the employee's answer at the restaurant as he asked.

"Ben never stopped by here again." Meanwhile the answer from the cost yam when Dea tried to search there.

Dea was really feeling desperate. Moreover, the limited information about Ben's close friends, making him deadlocked in finding the husband.

The woman closed in order to calm the chaotic mind. He repeatedly breaths, to convince himself that Ben will not go to a forbidden place.

But where did that man go? Dea rubbed his face roughly with frustration.

When he was fed up with lying down, he sat down. Then shift to the corner edge of the bed near the nightstand, for the sake of opening the drawer from there. Take out a few pieces of paper from a map containing their marriage contract.

The more we get here, the more it becomes difficult for Dea to continue this contract. Even now, she is just creating a shadow about Ben coming to the club, having fun with other women— - even though she believes her husband does not do so - still managed to make Dea feel claustrophobic because of illness. Especially if you have to part with that guy.

Dea took a swing to tear the paper, but suddenly stopped when he had managed to create a small tear on the end of the paper. Suddenly I thought of something.

So, he put the paper back into the folder, then put it again into the drawer before closing as before. Dea calmed down back in place. He changed the position to half lying down by leaning on the head of the bed.

Repeatedly taking a deep breath, then exhaling it slowly. Wish he could calm down, but ....

Nausea seeped from his stomach, rising into the esophagus. Hurriedly, Dea jumped down and ran towards the bathroom. He pushed the door hard regardless of the loud sound it made.

The woman sat down near the toilet, and spewed fluid from her stomach repeatedly.

Every now and then, as the turmoil subsided, Dea intended to return to the room. But the next second, he returned nauseous. He was forced to sit on the bathroom wall to rest. His head suddenly dizzy, with energy that was almost drained out just to be just nauseous.

Dea closed with a pale face. He held his own stomach, and rubbed it regularly. In addition to the uncomfortable feeling of nausea, there was a sense of regret that began to stick out from the corner of his heart.

If you do not lie—do not—hen the news of this original pregnancy is known earlier by Dea, of course Ben does not need to be disappointed. The man would probably be in this room, accompanying and helping Dea, as well as serving the woman.

Unfortunately, Ben was already disappointed, and Dea could only pull the corners of her lips into a pitiful thin smile. Simultaneously, a drop of salty liquid flowed from the slit of his left eye, seeping through the face, then fell onto the white tile.