The Married With A Stranger
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Love, many people are happy because of love there are also those who languish because of love.

like what Dimitri and Yuke felt, who would have thought of the coercion he did to Yuke made Dimitri's heart begin to be approached by love.

Sleep not well, eat not full, not wet bath is what is felt by Dimitri, his mind continues to Yuke.

"I'm really surprised why Yuke can't be found if there's nothing behind him to protect him sir." Rafi.

Dimitri looked at Rafi with an unusual gaze, he was flabbergasted by the words of his assistant who was right, it was very unlikely that Yuke could not be found given the large number of Dimitri's men.

"Who do you think you are?" ask Dimitri.

"Bryan, isn't Yuke working there," Rafi replied.

Dimitri immediately invites Rafi to meet Bryan he wants Bryan to tell him where Yuke is.

In Bryan's room, Gilang reported that Dimitri had come to see him.

"Dimitri's coming? what business is he doing here, isn't the tender won by our company?" It was only this time that Dimitri set foot in Bryan's office.

"I don't know sir, his assistant just said that he wanted to meet you" Gilang replied.

"Send them in." Bryan asks Gilang to bring Dimitri and his assistant in.

Although they are rivals, Bryan is still good to Dimitri.

"Please sit down Dimitri." Bryan invited Dimitri and Rafi to sit down.

Rafi expressed her intention and purpose in coming, they wanted to ask where Yuke was.

"When I knew where Yuke was, he just left without telling me" Bryan replied.

"So he resigned from here too?" ask Dimitri.

"Yes, without a word he just left a pile of work" Bryan replied.

Dimitri seems confused, if not Bryan then who is hiding Yuke?

Because they did not get what they were looking for, they resigned.

Dimitri's world is crumbling, his hopes of finding Yuke are slim, he really doesn't know what's going on with him, why love is like a hornet, suddenly comes without being asked when usually associated with other women are also common.

On the other hand, Raisa continues to miss Bryan, wanting to contact but the prestige of not contacting but missing.

"OMG, why is it like this." Raisa was very confused not knowing what to do.

Her father who saw Raisa seemed to shake his head, why did his son torture himself like this.

"Just go home." Papa Raisa teases her son.

"Where it can be like that pa, it's a shame that Raisa if you go home without being invited," said Raisa.

"Yes enjoy your grief" said Papa and left his son.

Days passed, Bryan and Raisa were no longer able to be far apart, a deep longing made the two could not resist the turmoil of longing in the chest.

"I have to pick her up, whether Raisa wants to come home or not is important that I pick her up." Bryan was very sure he wanted to pick up his wife.

Raisa too, she also wants to go home, she doesn't care if Bryan will make fun of her which is important she goes home and meets her husband.

The two cross paths, Bryan goes to Raisa's house while Raisa goes home to Bryan's.

Arriving at Raisa's house, Bryan immediately went in and looked for the wife, he just wanted to hug his wife to apologize.

But how disappointed he was when he was in his wife's room he did not find a woman he loved, he only found photos of her lying on the bed.

"Why do we torture each other dearly when we can't live far apart." Bryan stroked a photo of Raisa in the nightstand.

With Bryan out of Raisa's room, she asks Raisa where she is.

"Miss Raisa said she wanted to go home Den" replied Art.

Without saying anything Bryan went straight home to catch up with his wife.

At Bryan's house, Raisa does too. He just went into their room but Bryan was not inside, was disappointed until both eyes Raisa found their wedding photo album lying on the bed.

His eyes glazed over, he realized now why he had to torture himself if he could not be far apart.

"I miss you mas" said Raisa with wet eyes.

"Me too, dear" said Bryan with a breath of breath.

As in the Indian film they stare at each other with wet eyes, slowly the two walk to each other and embrace.

"I'm sorry baby, please don't leave me again." Bryan hugged Raisa.

"I'm sorry, too, I'm sorry for my selfishness."

Satisfied embrace, they both kiss each other and after that especially if the relationship in bed, every problem in the household must be the solution is bed wrestling.

Like starving people, Bryan and Raisa play with heat, Raisa's screams echo as well as Bryan's magical voice.

Sweat is pouring profusely, even though the air temperature in the room is very low.

Their various styles do so that Raisa's stomach feels pain after intercourse.

"Why you, baby?" ask Bryan.

"My stomach hurts a lot," Raisa replied by holding her stomach.

Bryan panicked, he immediately picked up Raisa's clothes and put them on and left the room.

"Raisa why Bryan?" ask papa Bryan.

"Pa's pain, Bryan had to take her to the hospital" Bryan replied.

Frantically, Bryan was only wearing a color, not realizing that he was not wearing a shirt.

Papa who was worried soon after Bryan using his car he also contacted Papa Raisa.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Bryan immediately carried Raisa to the ER.

"Dok, please my wife her stomach suddenly hurts." Bryan asks the ER's ward doctor to check on Raisa.

Instead of examining Raisa, the doctor instead observed Bryan's body that was like torn bread, which women could stand with a man of good stature.

"Dok, hello! I understand that my good looks have no medicine but I can't help my wife after that just look at me." Bryan protested at the doctor who looked at him.

"I'm sorry, mas" the doctor said with a laugh.

Just this time someone came to the hospital only using color only, really free medicine for patients.

"My wife why Doc?" bryan asked after the doctor finished examining Raisa.

"Doctor obgyn is still on duty, though, I'll take your wife to her room to make it clearer what's going on but beforehand what you can wear first so that the female doctors and nurses don't fail to focus on seeing you." Bryan saw himself and was really so panicked that he forgot to wear clothes.

"Gosh, why can't he forget," he said, scratching his non-itchy head.