Charm Wife Titipan

30. Hemorrhaging

That half day Shaka and Nimas spent in the mall. Somehow Shaka also felt happiness when he saw Nimas who displayed a happy and confused face when choosing clothes. To him, Nimas is adorable.

It turns out true what people say, he had heard a sentence that said the way God is always beautiful to open our eyes. And now understanding really recognized Shaka that the sentence was real and he is experiencing now.

God has opened Shaka's eyes from the other side of Raisa who turns out to have a dark side that is not liked by him. Comparing one human being and another human being with matter. I really hate that kind of man.

"Mas, this is a nice shirt, will you? You've brought me back, but you didn't buy anything" said Nimas, who noticed two shirts that looked like they would be good if they were combined with Shaka's body. Surely he will look handsome with this shirt and then stacked with a suit, so I think Nimas.

"I was too focused on you, so I forgot that I was also intent on shopping earlier."

"Don't dreadlocks. Which is great, deh."

Nimas puts a navy blue shirt on Shaka's body. The woman turned her head back to see if the clothes she was putting on were appropriate on her husband's body.

Shaka just clenched his mouth in embarrassment, it was possible that his face was already flushed red at this moment. He was blushed to receive a sweet treatment from Nimas. Whereas when with Raisa first he was also treated the same as this, but somehow with Nimas it felt very different. Like there was something that made him happy.

"Am I confused, what blue is black? Which color do you not have? But both are good. Take it all away, Mas rather than be confused."

Shaka just shook his head while smiling knots observing the confused Nimas himself. Nimas's move continued on the baby clothes displayed there. His eyes seemed so sparkling looking at the equipment, clothes and also anything that hit a baby.

His hands moved to choose baby girl clothes that look funny in his eyes, sharing accessories was not absent he said. He was so happy that he had just found an abundant treasure.

"Funny, huh? Don't buy it first, buy it later. Buy our needs first."

Nimas said without asking. They then went off the baby clothes rack and switched to other items. Whether how many things they bought, already feel enough and feel too long in the mall, they decided to go home.

Their hands have not been out since. If others see for sure they will meniran if Shaka and Nimas are a couple who love each other. In fact, they may learn to love without realizing it.

Trying to appreciate each other and keep each other's feelings in check is the reason they are at the moment.

Shaka's efforts to keep Nimas away from his mother and Raisa are not as smooth as you would like to think. Once in the parking lot, apparently they were even found.

"Mama, Raisa, are you here too?" nimas who tries to be friendly even though he knows they don't like him.

"Yes. Lots of shopping, yeah. Opportunity in tightness. There are people who buy a lot of shopping, huh?" raisa said without sin.

"It's natural that she's my wife, not harming anyone if Numas spends her husband's own money. Come on, honey, let's get out of here." Shaka continued his path that had stalled. Not to forget his hand that was holding Nimas' hand he showed it to the two women who confronted him.

Raisa was burning with jealousy, so jealous she was with Nimas, she clenched her hands tightly. Raisa's evil soul finally appeared in that second as well. When Nimas passed by him, his legs were deliberately stretched to scuttle the woman's steps.

Bruk!

Raisa's plan to take down Nimas a hundred percent went smoothly. Nimas fell on the parking floor. Fortunately, he did not fall directly into the stomach. His knees managed to support his body until his stomach did not look directly at the floor. But still, the sudden impact made Nimas' stomach cramp instantly.

"What's your stomach? Your stomach didn't hit the floor, did it? Why pain?"

"Sick, Mas," Nimas groaned with pain.

Shaka immediately took Nimas into his carrier and away from the two women he had been trying to avoid. Shaka no longer cared and did not think about how Nimas had fallen. Though he knew Nimas had fallen not without cause. But the most important thing now is not that, there is more important than judging the perpetrator who made Nimas fall.

"Nimas I beg you to hold Nimas. We're going to the hospital" Shaka said, driving quickly.

Nimas just kept quiet, he didn't know why his stomach hurt that much. Though it was not hit directly, but it seems that the impact with the floor was so hard that it had an impact on his stomach as well.

Nimas repeatedly set his breath to see the pain. Perhaps in this way the pain could subside, but in the next second he felt something out of his birth canal. Not much but very felt. Her eyes were patterning as soon as she saw the blood that made a mark on her front skirt.

"Mas! There's blood, my stomach's out of blood, Mas!" pekik Nimas hysterical.

Shaka panicked when he saw the stains on Nimas's shirt.

"Oh my God, Nimas. Patience, hold on a second, we're here."

Shaka could no longer think clearly. He ran while holding Nimas who was whimpering.

"Suster, Doctor. Anyone please save my wife." Shaka screamed throughout the hallway, he did not care about getting a gaze from the couple of eyes.

Because of his screams, two sisters immediately brought a push-bed for Nimas.

"Suster, please save the child in my wife's womb. He fell down, please save them."

Shaka felt Nimas' hand tightening. Their eyes met, and Nimas's eyes were silent and deep. As if from the highlight he thanked the man who when he held his hand.

"It's okay, you'll be fine. Trust me, you're strong, she's strong."

The grip that was originally very tight they had to come off when Nimas had reached the door of the ER.

"Wait a minute, sir. We'll do our best for your wife."

Shaka just nodded. In his heart he continued to pray for the safety of the child Nimas was born with. I don't know, he was very worried if the fetus was anything. There's a sense of guilt about not being able to look after a fetus that hasn't even troubled it.

About five minutes later, a hijab doctor opened the door. Like a husband in general, he asked the situation of his wife.

"Baby candidates are fine, fortunately you can get here on time. But, your wife should bedrest for one to two months."

Bedrest's?