Will Never Let You Go
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Sometimes Darma nodded or shook his head when the doctor who examined him asked some questions about his condition. Darma still remembers the accident that he had last night and it succeeded in making him more inflamed. Why do we have to crash at a time like this? He wants to meet his wife. How's Ara doing? His feeling is very unpleasant. Does Ara know that she's in the hospital?

"There's no problem. Increase the rest so that you can quickly be allowed to go home," the doctor's message disperse Darma daydreams.

For the umpteenth time the man nodded.

As soon as the doctor with the head of the plontos came out, not long after the door was opened again from outside. The figure of the man who helped him last night as well as the person who did not want Darma to see again showed his face.

The eagle hesitated to approach the bed where his superior lay. "Tadi ... I haven't told you that I've contacted your family, but somehow until now they haven't come."

"Which family do you mean? My wife?" Darma threw his face away. A line of cynical smiles was engraved on her thin lips.

"I called Mr. Wira," replied the Eagle did not want any misunderstanding.

Knowing the Eagle was still fluttering by the side of his bed, Darma who was feeling uneasy turned back to look with an evasive look. It felt like it would not linger with the man who secretly met his wife and made a jealous flame burn his heart.

"You can get out!" exclaim Darma when the Eagle does not also run away from before him.

"I'm going to get out of this room, but once I straighten things out."

"Clearned? Looking for your justification?" Again, that unfriendly smile was clearly on Darma's lips.

The eagle breathed slowly. Although the story may be long, but there is no intention for him to pull a chair and sit his ass there. "I was wrong to have invited Ara to meet, but after that incident I really did not contact him anymore because I appreciate the Father as Ara's husband and my boss. And straightening out what I said was about ten million dollars coming into my account."

Instantly Darma's jaw hardened until his neck veins stood out. His two hands had also clenched as if ready to bombard the Eagle with his fists. "Why are you still bothering my family, huh?"

"Please, you listen to me first. The account is indeed on my behalf, but since marriage Ajeng, my wife, who holds it. I could swear, I really did not know that he had met Ara to borrow money in a bad way" explained Elang slowly shrieked. His head was now bowed, not daring to look at Darma.

"What do you mean in a bad way? SAY IT CLEARLY!" Darma emotions peak. His breath was so heavy that he had to hold his chest.

"My wife's mental health is disturbed. When I borrowed from Ara only, Ara said that she had to give permission first to the Father, but Ajeng's turn to do it, Ara easily gave it. I know their relationship is not good. And when I asked Ajeng, it turned out that he forced and scared Ara about losing a loved one just like Ajeng who lost his child. I'm really sorry, sir. My wife's mistake was fatal, and I'm ready if because of this you fire me."

Darma's head suddenly dizzy. What kind of facts did his ears just hear. Ara threatened? Being scared?

"Mas, beat me up first. This is what I want to tell you, too."

"Mas, you misunderstood. I was scared at the time, too."

"The one who took my money away was arrested and this," the Eagle took an envelope from his pocket, "the ten million money lent, I returned it."

Darma glanced at a glance with a grim look. "If you have nothing else to say, please come out."

The eagle nodded small. "I hope that explanation is not too late. Not that she was pretentious or anything, but as a person who used to be close to Ara, I knew very well that she was a good person and did not like weird things. I also saw from close to the Father, Ara looked much happier than when she was with me. Sorry, I seem to be talking too much. As Ara's husband, I'm sure you're much more familiar and understanding. Excuse me."

A long gust of breath sounded as the Eagle's back disappeared behind the door. Understand Ara? I don't know why that sentence hit Darma's heart. Yes, he should be the one who knows best how his wife is, instead of accusing and uttering hurtful remarks. The man's head was bowed in lamenting his folly.

Darma raised his face when the nursing room door was reopened. This time, his father and mother came.

Plaque!

A sense of heat immediately radiates to Darma's cheek. He could see a puddle of tears looming in his mother's eyes.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, DAR?" the woman's screams echoed throughout the room.

Darma paid no heed to the pain in her cheek. He just wants to know about his wife. "Ma, where's Ara, Ma? She's not coming here?"

Slowly sobs sounded. Selly's shoulders seemed to tremble, and if only her husband had not held her, perhaps her body had already fallen to the floor. "You still care about him? Where were you last night until you didn't come home, huh?"

"Ma, I—"

"ARA MISCARRIED, DAR! HE'S IN THIS HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW."

Like being struck by a car, Darma's heart immediately beat fast knowing Ara's condition. "Miscarriage? Ara's pregnant?" ask him like a fool.

"So, you didn't know that Ara was pregnant?" Selly rubbed her face that was flooded with tears. She felt like she was failing to be a mother seeing the behavior of her firstborn. "Mama's disappointed in you, Dar. You're still a little lucky because Bi Marni called Mama early in the morning. Would you like to explain if Bi Marni called Ara's parents? Would you like to tell me if Mama was with them?"

Selly who felt no longer strong to stand gave the code to her husband to sit on the sofa provided.

"In which room was Ara treated?" ask Darma. His eyes were already reddened and with agonizing pain, he tried to get out of bed. So slowly he walked while carrying his infusion pole.

Selly who saw him back crying sobbing. He was reminded of what happened when his son crashed in London. "Mama among you" he said. He stood up to take his son.