Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-108 Should I give birth here?

Inside a quiet rubber plantation, hours away from the city, the black car stopped.

“I think it is quite safe and very far from the city,” said the Driver who had opened his head.

“Yes, the woman was unconscious for hours,” said her friend while looking back. Lorena was still unconscious curled up in the back seat.

“Alright, now put the woman down,” said the Driver.

Her friend got out of the car opened the back door and pulled Lorena with difficulty because she was two, the woman's body felt so heavy. Lorena's body was placed under a rubber tree.

“Are we really going to finish off this woman?” asked the person who was carrying Lorena while looking at the driver who got out of the car.

“No problem, the instructions are so, once the eruption in his head is enough,” said the Driver as he approached.

His friend even noticed Lorena who was still drooping in the moist grass.

“I feel sorry to see this woman,” said her friend.

“We work professionally, we are paid to finish him,” said the Driver, he pulled out his firearm and opened the jacket he was wearing, then the jacket was used to hammer the tip of the firearm in his hand in order to reduce the sound of the eruption from his shot.

The friend let out a long sigh, his face began to pale.

“You why?” ask the driver.

“I remember my wife at home, my wife is pregnant,” replied her friend.

“He is not aware yet, the shot on his head will not hurt so much,” said the Driver.

“I can't bear to see it,” said his friend again.

“You are really unprofessional,” grumbled the Driver.

The driver began to raise his hand pointing the firearm towards Lorena lying on the grass. He started pulling the trigger. Suddenly he saw Lorena start to move, along with her friend patting her on the shoulder.

“She's aware!” exclaimed his friend, making the driver's concentration disturbed and lowered his hand.

“I where is this?” muttered Lorena felt her head so dizzy, her gaze swirling, while holding her head she tried to get up. In his view were two men whose images swayed indistinctly.

“Whose are you guys?” lorena asked in her blurred vision, she sat in confusion and tried to neutralize her memories.

“Si who are you? What are you guys doing? Why did you bring me here?” ask Lorena.

Through his blurry vision he looked around the rubber garden with its tall trees and lush leaves making the rubber forest less sunlight and somewhat dark.

“How is this?” ask the driver's friend.

“We must complete this task,” replied the Driver.

Suddenly Lorena screamed, feeling something very painful on her waist, something pinched her hard.

“Aduh!” His screams.

“You why?” ask the driver's friend.

“Aduh!” Lorena screamed again, she felt around her waist painfully.

“I..seems like I'm going to give birth!” lorena shouted, making the two people startled.

“You're seriously going to give birth?” ask the driver's friend, then look at the driver.

“Yes we still have to finish it,” replied the Driver.

“But pity her,” said her friend, turning her head again at Lorena who began to continue grimacing in pain.

“We still have to finish him!” said the Driver.

“Don't, I can't bear to see it! She's going to give birth!” preventably.

“Keep how about our work?” ask the driver in annoyance.

“Just leave her, I feel like my wife is going to give birth, you better leave her!” said the driver's friend while pulling the Driver's hand.

“Do not leave me, help me, I want to sing!” Shouted Lorena while holding her waist which began to feel like a very big bowel movement.

“Come let's leave it!” take the driver's friend while pulling the Driver's hand.  Because the pull was so hard, the jacket that wrapped the firearm came loose and fell onto the grass.

“But..”.

“Already, we leave it!” said his friend, while continuing to pull his friend towards the car and open the front car door next to the steering wheel.

“You are how? We already got paid 50 percent!” said the Driver.

“I don't have the heart to see it, already leave it, just say we've finished it right,” said the driver's friend, make the Driver no longer talk, Drivers, he got into his car and started the car.

“Don't go! Helpme! I'm going to give birth!” lorena shouted, while enduring the pain running down her back.

But his screams were not heard by the two men, the car drove away from the rubber garden.

Lorena couldn't help but cry, looking around only the tall rubber trees with dim lighting. Is he really going to do it here? A rubber garden that is only grass-fed? Does she really have to give birth to her baby in an emergency like this?

Lorena started screaming for help, maybe some rubber farmer heard her.

“Tolooong!Toloooong!” his yell.

There was absolutely no answer, silent, only the sound of small birds flying from the rubber foliage.

Feeling that no one heard his cry, Loren was crying, lamenting his fate like this. He looked around again wiping away his tears, trying to get up with difficulty, looking around again, looking for a way out of this rubber garden.

Suddenly another pinch was felt on his waist, he grimaced with pain while holding the rubber tree.

Alas, the pinch was getting louder, his legs were trembling withstanding the pain that appeared more and more often. Lorena tried to be steadfast and hoped that there would be rubber farmers passing by, she screamed again for help, leaning against the rubber tree and tightly holding the tree and her trembling legs withstood the pain. So holding back the pain around his hip waist and stomach, he began to feel like having a very big bowel movement.

Tears kept hatching on his cheeks, the shadow of his baby sleeping in a cot in a beautiful room was lost, which was in a rubber garden with a great heartburn.

The feeling continued to get stronger and he could not hold back anymore, he was unable to move his legs. What's he supposed to do now? Does she have to give birth here? In this rubber forest? By himself? His feet were really not strong anymore.

“Sean, I'm going to give birth,” murmured in the middle of the stuffing. But those words could not be told to her husband who repeatedly asked her to tell him if she was going to give birth.

Lorena's hand continued to hold the rubber tree firmly, she was already not strong anymore standing up. The pain felt stronger, his vision was nilar, he was forced to sit back in the grass while continuing to hold the rubber tree.

Lorena again cried out for help, still as before, silent no answer whatsoever. As soon as he caught his breath, tried to overcome the pain, he had to be strong, he had to be strong, but it turns out that she simply can't cope with her pain and the baby's growing urge to wait anymore.

Looking around again it seemed like she was really going to give birth here, because she was really not strong enough to withstand the pain of pushing a baby out.

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