“Flies, do you have any news about her?” Farhan asked when he had stopped working and put the pen he had been holding on the table to the secretary who was sitting on the sofa, arranging sheets of paper there. “What a jerk! While working, you think about another woman, huh? You don't realize that you will probably get in some trouble if you keep thinking of her while your dad has announced you and diva are a couple," It seemed that Farhan's secretary was very annoyed with the man's attitude. Farhan, who was struggling with his busy schedule, felt restless. "I just want to know how she's doing, that’s all? Oh, right, I remember something," The man grabbed his cellphone on the table, "Hmm, but how could she possibly get into TikTok again? Humm she'll already be staying at my house," He continued as he put his cellphone down hesitantly, "But what's wrong with seeing that application? Well, who knows, there's still a video there," he said again as he grabbed his cell phone again.
Arlan looked at his watch several times while holding Rima's wrist. “Put in the oxygen cylinder!” He also pierced a vein there and inserted an IV needle. His face was a little pale and even though he was in an air-conditioned room, Arlan's sweat seemed to wet the shirt he was wearing and fell from the top of his head. “What– What happened to her?” asked Bima who had entered the room. “Did you not see, or were you pretending to be blind?” Arlan asked back, "Just leave us alone, you can go out." Arlan took a syringe and stuck it into his veins. "I see, I want to know why she could be like that, however you seem to hate me?" Bima replied, “Ahh, don’t forget, I am her husband so I have a condition to know how she has been?” Because Doctor Shirley let the wheelchair go, Bima started to move closer to Arlan. After arriving near Rima's lying body, he was shocked to see that her face was pale and there was blood remaining on her lips. “You can't see the video, Huh?” Arlan snapped
Bima was already in Doctor Shirley's room. His gaze was still focused on a recording where Rima was being kicked by thugs. He saw a word under the title of the recording that said 'This is just content, don't get too excited!' Then he saw the name of the account owner of the video recording. "Eve," he said, turning around when Doctor Shirley gave him water from a glass and medicine. "Your lover owns that account," “Don't slander! Do you think I will believe what you say?" replied Bima, his face looking very disappointed. "Huh," Doctor Shirley took a breath as a sign that she was annoyed to hear Bima's stubborn answer even though the man had seen the account name listed there. "This name is not clear enough to prove anything you are curious about?" "There's not only one person named Eve in this world, right?" said Bima, his voice shrill with anger. "Huh," Doctor Shirley, tired of facing Bima's anger, took Arlan's cell phone from the man's hand. “Why did you take it? I have
Bima never thought that he would even see his mother and another man kissing each other in the same bed. "Some proof. That are some the proof to make you believe in me,” “So disgusting!” Bima, who was angry, immediately tore the sheets of paper there. “You didn't hear me talking, did you? I am a victim of your mother's actions..." "I heard you," replied Bima, who was still angry and disappointed. “I will do it, I will recover and will not allow Rima videos like that to be bought and sold again. I will also heal to prevent my mother from bothering your husband again. I will be well enough to pay for all your medical expenses," Bima replied, "You think that even though I'm disabled like this, I don't have any money," "Oh yeah!" "Yes, I have money, I have a lot of shares and I also have a lot of profits," answered Bima as he moved his wheelchair back. "Oh okay, I see how rich you are. But where are you going?" asked Doctor Shirley, who remained in her position. “Where else
I feel my body is not as heavy as usual, as if all the burden has disappeared. I can also breathe easily, and it feels like air enters my nasal cavity quickly without me needing to take a deep breath as usual as well. “Humph!” I open my eyes slowly. It turns out that there is a breathing tube in my face, no wonder it felt so light. I feel like this thing really helps me this much even though I'm not comfortable using it, anyway. "Do not put it away!" When I want to remove this thing from my face, Doctor Arlan is seen standing up and holding my wrist. He forbids me from pulling the breathing tube away from me. Who will care?Thus, I keep it away, "Hello, my Future Husband," I said after I finally managed to remove the breathing tube. “How stubborn!” said doctor Arlan, I certainly smile when I hear his annoyed chatter. Guess, his face looks a bit sullen. He probably feels annoyed because I refuse to fulfill his wishes. Even though I still feel dizzy, I force myself to si
Farhan threw away Bima's hand which was holding his wrist. He didn't walk away, instead his eyes started to turn bright red with visible anger. “You should be the one to leave here. You don't deserve to be called a husband," said Farhan as he started to walk into the patient's room. However, Farhan's emotions increased even more because Bima grabbed his wrist again. Bima did not allow him to enter the room. "None of your business. Don't interfere in other people's household matters!" replied Bima who looked very angry. His strength was strong enough to stop Farhan from walking. "I have become Miss Rima's boss, it goes without saying that I don't want my employees to suffer. I won't let Miss Rima suffer any more," "What do you mean? You're talking so ridiculous," said Bima. He gritted his teeth, furious because Farhan had thrown his hand away again. "Her mother kept trying to commit suicide, her own father hurt her and someone with no morals sold her suffering, plus you.
“What A bitch!” Bima sneered. "Who cares!" Rima answered, "At first I was just a substitute and not the woman who actually married you. So who cares about my responsibilities as a wife because I am always considered a servant by you," “Don't worry, Miss Rima. If you marry me, I will be responsible for all your wishes. I will be a very good husband for you," said Farhan. “Wait a minute, you have misunderstood, Farhan. The one Miss Rima will marry is me," said Doctor Arlan. “Oh yeah. So you have agreed to accept my proposal," said Rima to Doctor Arlan. "W– what? Why does it have to be him and not me?” said Farhan who looked annoyed. “I didn't mean to accept your proposal, Miss Rima. I just explained to Farhan that you want to marry me and not him," answered Doctor Arlan. "It's very disappointing," said Rima, "But it doesn't matter, I'll keep waiting for you," said her again to doctor Arlan. "Come with me!" Bima looked increasingly annoyed hearing the conversation betw
Bima seemed to be trying to stand up and chase Rima away, but he couldn't. He clenched his fists tightly, then looked away so as not to look at Rima who had entered the elevator. "I'm guessing, you definitely want to chase Miss Rima and scold her or you might really want to force her to come with you, right?" said Doctor Arlan as he walked past Bima. On the other hand, Shirley had come closer to Bima. "I don't know you at all, so why are you interfering in my household affairs?" asked Bima, feeling very angry even though he tried to hold it in. "You and that man, it's better to get away from Rima before I do something to you," said Bima.Not as usual, he treated badly for doctor Arlan "With your condition this bad, what can you do, anyway?" said Doctor Arlan who looked very annoyed. "It's not just me, anyone who sees Miss Rima's condition will definitely be moved to help, it's just that she has only recently opened her heart to other people. She was just approachable even t