[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Panic attacks

"What's your relationship with him?" The Throne is increasingly straining its grip.

"A–aku ...." The pregnant woman is getting paled. His trembling hands clutched tightly at the edge of the sofa. Bella tensed.

That night, the wind blew from the window as if it could not touch the surface of the skin of the Throne. The air around him was hot. However, it easily freezes Bella. The pregnant woman was shivering because of her inevitable fear. It is not yet time to leave the Throne, the woman thought.

"Say!" The throne threw Bella's body to lean on the sofa. He pressed Bella's jaw, making the woman look up at him.

"I'm just looking for a friend to accompany my day. Have you ever cared about me? You ever have time for me? You're just busy with all your work and projects, the Throne. I need you too. I need your attention! You didn't even notice my pregnancy." Out of nowhere, Bella's heart churns as her husband's net flash kills slowly.

Now the woman is also staring at the Throne. His heart rate is still irregular, even his voice is heard racing with the details of the clock on the wall. Bella threw the man's hand in front of her.

Meanwhile, the man who had previously looked full of explosive emotions, was now speechless. His gaze decreased and turned sad. Not because of his wife, but it's about his ex-wife. Bella's words bring her back to memories with Love. His ex-wife never complained when she didn't think it existed.

If only you'd been complaining, you'd have vented all your frustration like this. Perhaps I will be able to more quickly understand your heart, the Inner Throne with hands that have been tightly clenched until his knuckles turn pale.

Drrt .. drrt .. drrt ....

The vibration of the cell phone from inside his black pants pocket, restored the consciousness of the Throne. The man stared fixedly at his wife before finally picking up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, I didn't find anyone suspicious around you and the finance manager either, I'm sure he wasn't involved in the case" Reza said across the phone.

"So?" The throne still felt his personal assistant's remarks had not come to the conclusion he wanted.

"I .... Looks like ...." The young man hung his sentence. His tone sounded hesitant to say further.

"Say!"

"There is only one person who can access your personal belongings other than Mr and Mrs."

At once the view of the Throne was fixed on Bella who was still sitting quietly in her place. The man took down his phone and stared intently at Bella.

"Aarg!" Bella thrashed as her neck was wrapped around her husband's burly hands.

Bella thrashed with all her might. His movements could not be free because it was hampered by his rounded stomach. The grip of the Throne on that neck even bit by bit left him out of breath and exertion.

He begged, clear tirta flowed as a form of his request that could not be spoken. But it seems that man has gone bad. He doesn't care. The face of the man before him had flushed out. The eyes of the Throne darken.

Is my life going to end? Do I have to die like this? In my own husband's hands? At least please save my son, pinta Bella in heart while continuing to rebel hit the veined hand.

"Arg–a–an–nagh," said Bella trudged.

The throne was stunned to the point of rewinding his body. The dark aura in his eyes slowly faded away changing with shock. He looked at Bella's stomach. He almost took two lives. Return the gaze of the Throne directed at Bella who was still panting.

Guilt and fear suddenly haunted him. She couldn't possibly be that cruel to take her own child's life. Now the net is widening and slightly shaking when he realizes there is a yellowish liquid flowing at his wife's feet.

The body of the Throne trembled to see the liquid coming out more and more and mixed with red color to pool on the floor. He stepped closer to Bella who was still helpless.

"Bella's? Bella's? Speak up, what's wrong with you? Bellas!" exclaimed the increasingly pale man while shaking his wife's shoulder.

The woman who had no energy ignored the call of the Throne. Bella grimaced with the pain in her stomach that spread to her back. He could only lean back and not even say a word. There is not the slightest energy left. His breath was almost broken in the hands of the Throne and his strength was exhausted to fight him. But the pain was truly unbearable.

"Aaah," cried Bella as her stomach and back patio were firmly gripped.

"Bella!" Now panic displaces all emotion in the Throne.

She grabbed Bella's body. Take him out of the apartment. Many eyes stared at the two as he had to pass through the passageway to head for the elevator. A mother deftly helped the Throne open the elevator doors. Drops of amniotic fluid mixed with blood added to the panic of Laras' eldest son. He half ran towards the parking lot.

The moaning coming out of Bella's mouth made her feel brain dead. The body of the Throne stiffened, only its legs and hands were working, steering the car into Kuala Lumpur's largest hospital.

Please save my son, Lord. I would be the most sinful person if something happened to them, the Inner Throne while increasing the speed of his car.

Bella clutched tightly onto the Throne's arm as the hospital basket she was in was pushed towards the delivery room. Groans and moans kept coming out of his mouth. He was rummaging while clawing the hand of the Throne as if he was letting out his frustration in between the pain.

Outside the room, a mother was agitated. His hand clenched in front of the lips that continued to mutter nonstop. Amidst his uneasiness, the formally dressed lady's tail glanced at the man sitting quietly in the back seat.

"Aren't you worried about your daughter, Zam?" ask her in a cold tone.

The man she called Azam only gave her a glance, and refocused himself on his phone. His inattentiveness was very clearly visible. The middle-aged woman was ultimately only able to sigh heavily. There was nothing he could expect from his daughter's father. Nothing is normal in their relationship. It is a symbiosis of mutualism.

Tak–tak–tak

Stable sounding footsteps approached towards them. Maya looked towards the source of the voice. A woman who was about the same age as herself walked elegantly and unceremoniously took a seat at the end.

"Did you come alone?" asked Maya who looked astonished at the peace of his besi.

"You think?"

A small smile on her lips. "He's too busy for this not-so-important thing."

Maya's eyes bought at the answer that felt piercing her ears. "What do you mean it's not important? My son's life is at stake in there!"

Laras sharpened his gaze. His jaw tightened and his breath hunted as the desire to tear the mouth of the woman before him permeated his mind.

Chequek!

The attention of the three people was distracted when a man dressed in doctor clothes opened the door of the room. The man who had been wearing full surgical clothes along with the mask and head covering turned his head. He bowed his head to Azam before finally entering the room.

Laras knitted his two eyebrows. He slightly tilted his head as if trying to remember something.

The man ... wasn't he the doctor who was also in front of the obgyn doctor's room at that time? Those eyebrows and eyes.

...Connect .......

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