Throw away your regrets

Mansions Allvianza from the second most famous family in the country of Indonesia, super rich who don't want to show their wealth preferring to be rich and majestic, in contrast to rich people who just want to show off their wealth even though it's not comparable to the wealth of the Allvianza family.

"Madam, please stop acting recklessly and endangering yourself!" shouted Aisyah, the woman who became a maid for the owner of the mansion.

Initially, the Allvianza family was not as big, its wealth began to increase when Nevanda Allvianza married a woman from the number one rich family in Indonesia named Redianta Dera.

Everyone knows their marriage is just an alliance made solely to increase the authority of their position.

And of course who is a man who dares and wants to marry a violent, temperamental woman who always makes everyone her slave.

"Tell Nevanda I want to see her!" shouted the woman who was called madam.

Redianta Dera is a very beautiful and smart woman, the best graduate at Harvard University not because of money but right because of her brain.

Born as an only daughter, the only heir, Hamdan Dasaputra, CEO, has succeeded in owning the Mall-Fallet company, which has countless foreign and domestic branches.

Unfortunately, her married life is not as bright as the wealth of gold and diamonds that she has.

"Mr. Nevanda forbids, the presence of Mrs.. madam is welcome to rest." said Nevanda's male secretary curtly.

It's been a week since Redianta Dera was sick, his mental disturbance is almost close to mental illness. The presence of Nevanda, who is a husband figure for Dera, instead neglects his duties.

And again Dera's unfortunate condition And the illness that Dera suffered was from Nevada.

The strong woman who never even showed tears, now her eyes looked puffy, her pretty face covered with a sad and dark aura.

Dera's body went limp and he fell to the cold floor, his tears kept on wetting the floor.

"What's wrong with you Mr. Nevanda! at least meet madam, when madam was sick you locked madam in her room instead,"

"Madam just wanted to meet, she ran barefoot on the cold floor!"

"Even he just lost his baby, that child is also your child. How cruel!" shouted Aisyah, a 20-year-old young maid who was now also crying while hugging her mistress named Dera.

A week ago, Dera had a miscarriage due to an incident. In that dark time, Nevanda was not there. Even his friends and father were not on his side. It was Nevanda who limited it.

"Nevan.. why is it so hard, if you don't come out then let this fruit knife cut my veins, that way you will come out to see my funeral right!"

"Or not even?"

Dera pointed the knife at his hand himself, only Aisyah was screaming hysterically, the others just stared as if they were waiting for Dera to die because of himself.

The mistress of the house who should be honored, and the sole heir of the Mall-Fallet who deserves everyone's heads to bow.

But now Dera's position in the Allvianza mansion is just that of an abandoned wife whose life is ignored.

A drop of blood dripped on the white marble floor. It was then that the door to Nevanda's office, the head of the house, came out.

"Come in Dara!"

Frowning the silence, both hands tightly clenched, that's all Nevanda expressed when he saw his wife almost kill herself.

Dera smiled a little, stood up and walked in with what little strength he had left.

In that room there were only Dera and Nevanda, everyone was behind the door of the room.

"What else do you want Dera, why do you always make bad things?" said Nevada.

"Stop!" Nevanda's question was answered with Dera's harsh shout, her beautiful eyes and dominated by a sharp aura were now filled with tears.

"Why do you always blame me, Nevan? It's not enough for me to beg for your love all this time? I'm not a beggar, nor am I the target of your revenge!"

"Why do you have the heart, if you don't love me why did you marry me!"

"If it's out of spite, you're off target and I'm innocent. How could you even have the heart that even when our child died you just kept quiet and took care of others instead!"

Dera and Nevanda's marriage was possible because from the start Dera wanted Nevanda's love, unfortunately Dera knew that Nevanda was a sharp and cold man who had no love in it.

However, Dera is strong and thirsty for the desire to get Nevanda's love which ends in vain.

All of this was because of Nevanda's vengeful grudge, until it was Dera who had to suffer because of it.

"We both made the child, but why does it seem like I'm the one who hopes that the child will stay alive, Nevan?"

"Chronic mental illness, I have that you don't care either." Dera cried.

Nevanda's pupils widened, she looked surprised. But how could Nevanda, the head of the family, not know about Dera's condition so far?

"S-since when Dera?" Nevanda said sounding shaky.

"Even at this point you don't care, Nevan... can I hug you?" asked Dera with a teary eye.

Nevada was so shocked, her voice couldn't come out she could only nod.

Dera slowly walked closer to Nevanda, began to wrap his hands around Nevanda's large shoulders while hugging her.

"Nevan..."

"Free me from this misery,"

"Divorce me."

"I will go crazy if I continue to be near you... I love you, Nevanda." the last words Dera said in her husband's arms.

I don't know for what reason and what grudges made Nevanda sometimes hate Dera, behind the hug the word divorce was spoken. Divorce happened.

Dera left, and it was at a time like that that the most important figure would be felt when he was not there.

Appreciate it while it's there, before regret numbs you.

"Dera, marry me again. Don't ignore me."

"Let's together remake the child who was gone." Nevanda said while kneeling in front of Dera who was now holding a racing helmet because Nevanda had just stopped Dera from wanting to race motorbikes.

Even at a time like this, he didn't say sorry, but instead said he wanted to remake a dead child.

"Easy for you, difficult for me, Nevada, we are over, and a dead child cannot be regenerated." indifferent to Dera.

Dera used to be a beggar for the love of a man who is now begging for Dera's presence. But that was then.

"I'm sorry, this really drives me crazy." Nevanda muttered while crying holding Dera's palm.

Dera smiled bitterly, trying to hold back the tightness in his chest that almost made him feel suffocated.

"Throw away that regret, Nevan, and let's go crazy together." Dera said, not shaking in the slightest to hug the man he once loved.