500 MILLION UTERUS

500 MILLION UTERUS
RAHIM 500 MILLION~ CHAPTER 30



A middle-aged woman, was standing on the balcony of the room while staring at the towering building across there. When he was missing his son who was in the country, this is where he calmed down. The husband and his youngest daughter have often reminded him to return to the homeland and explain to their son what caused him to leave just for reasons that sound trivial, for not blessing his son with the woman his son chose.


As a parent, especially a mother, must want the best for her son, especially about the problems of married life. However, how his son there can get a hit if the woman chosen by his son is still unchanged to this day. And he certainly knew everything from his men to monitor all the movements of his son-in-law in the country.


And just a moment ago he got a report from his man that his son had imprisoned his own wife for being the mastermind over the mistreatment of a pregnant woman.


Many questions that he did not know the answer, even his men could not find a bright spot for the actions of his son, he did, who was the pregnant woman so that her son was to imprison his own wife. While he knew his son loved his wife very much, so as to close his eyes from all the attitude of the woman.


Moments later he turned his gaze from the tall buildings across the street, to his cell phone that was dribbling on a table not far from where he was standing.


During his stay in the country where he currently lives, only one number always contact him, and until now he has not had the desire to answer the call. However, he keeps looking at his phone and he smiles looking at the new call number that contacted him.


"You can't fool Mama, Mama knows it's you" she said, putting her phone back on the table.


Some time his phone stopped ringing replace one twang that indicates there is an incoming message.


A photo of a pregnant woman, sent by a foreign number who contacted her.


"Who is this pregnant woman?" say it slowly.


His phone rang again, the foreign number contacted him again. Reluctance to answer the call, but he was also curious about the photo of a pregnant woman who had just been sent from the foreign number. Finally the green icon he swiped up, and immediately heard the voice of the son who was very missed.


"Mama's seen the picture, right?"


"Ma, Vino already knows what reason Mama left. Sorry Vino for upsetting my mother over Vino's choice. But why did Mama never say, if only from the beginning Mama said everything was possible at that time Vino would also consider Vino's decision to marry Elza."


Mama Vienna immediately shed tears to hear the speech of her son. He himself knew that his son would never oppose whatever his decision was, even if it was about Elza. However, seeing such great love in the eyes of his son towards the woman made him choose silence and go as far as possible so as not to witness how the household life of the son goes with the woman he considers not useful it. But still, he would not close his eyes. He told people to monitor all the movements of Elza which makes her always sad to think of her son has a wife like Elza who likes to wander with her friends. However, she could do nothing because Elza was the woman her son loved anyway.


"Go home, Ma. Soon my granddaughter will be born. Don't want to see your granddaughter. He was Vino's first child, Ma.


Mama Vienna gaped at her son's words, only to open her mouth to speak but the call was suddenly cut off.


Mama Vienna again saw the pregnant woman's photo with some questions that perched in her mind.


Who is the pregnant woman in the photo?


How could she have a temporary grandchild whom she knew Elza had never conceived to this day?


Then he tried to relate his information from the information given by his man.


Is the pregnant woman in the photo the same pregnant woman as the pregnant woman who caused Vino to imprison Elza?


And what does Vino have to do with the pregnant woman?


Did the son of Elza, and now the woman is pregnant with Vino's child?