Doctor Arlan seema a bit surprised to hear what I said. He is silent for a moment then chuckled softly. “Your guarantee is baseless,” he said,He turned his attention back to the road ahead but I can still see the sweet smile on his face. "If I don't marry you, I think Mister Farhan will marry me. I will be her wife, I will be Mister Farhan's honey, that is how Miss Diva will suffer because mister Farhan prefer to marry me instead of Miss Diva," “Going crazy! Is that also part of my mother's plan?” asked Mr. Arlan, He is starting to get emotional. "No, that's just part of my nonsense," I answered,Thus, I give him a smile, a sign that I am enjoying our conversation. He, who has been looking at me, quickly throws his gaze in another direction. "Don't smile like that!" he said, "Mr Arlan has made me happy. What's wrong with giving gifts? A sweet smile will probably make you change your mind and agree to marry me,” "Your smile is not a gift," he replied,We start to enter t
I get out of the car and I see my father getting off his friend's motorbike. He brings several genks.Ahh yeah, as far as I know, they are all my father's genks of thugs. The motorbike, whose sound is loud, shatters the eardrums, plays until many people start to pay attention to us but no one dares to approach.That's how it is, that's how it is.What some careless people! Indeed, if the thugs from my father's group had acted, no one would have dared to approach them unless they were just watching. I close the car door and I see my father approaching me. "Where did you hide my wife?" He asked. "Can't remember yesterday who went home first, huh?" I asked back. I don't want to be afraid in front of this man. Honestly, actually from the bottom of my heart, I hate my own father even though I know that shouldn't be done.I have said this countless times.I hate him that much. "Your mother disappeared from the hospital," “So you thought I had money to pay for mom's place to stay
It seems that in this town, I am the person most known for the commotion created. Indeed, I am again and I am again... the person who always makes a fuss in public but no one is able to help me. People who always lose in court and never win. Even if my father was in prison, a week later he would be out again. Thus, Indeed, I am again...me again, until I found out that I was actually very famous and was exploited by my misfortune by the person who made me a servant , doing community service day and night but didn't get a salary, instead I gave a sustenance from recordings of my misfortune. Huh, I... I am, that's why I don't want to be like this anymore. Wouldn't want to. "It hurts, doesn't it!" said doctor Arlan. He comes and opens his car door for me. I rush in because I feel a little uneasy seeing many people feeling sorry doctor Arlan. After closing the door, doctor Arlan rushes into the car. "You shouldn't have to help me. Doctor Arlan, you should just be in the car!"
Doctor Shirley pushed Bima's wheelchair and they passed through a room. A nurse opened the door to the room and Doctor Shirley took Bima inside. "Who the hell is that?” Bima asked. "That's right, she's Rima's mother," Doctor Shirley answered Bima's surprise. “What did you bring me here for?” Bima asked, feeling a bit sorry when he saw the scar on his mother Rima's wrist. "Telling you that you can't manage Miss Rima anymore," answered Doctor Shirley to the man whose face looked annoyed. “She's my wife, why can't I manage her? It's her duty to take care of her sick husband, right?He motioned to doctor Shirley to take him out of there immediately. “I heard you never thought of her as your wife? If I'm not mistaken, yesterday you even said she was your servant," quipped Doctor Shirley who slowly took Bima out of the room. "Don't interfere in other people's household matters, just focus on taking care of me so I can get better soon!" said Bima in a slightly high tone. Meanwh
“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