Married To An Ex

Wrong (1)

The chocolate net opened slowly. His eyelids blinked several times to adjust the light of the existing lamp.

Risa grimaced as she moved but the pain immediately greeted her lower abdomen.

Risa's ring was heard by a figure who was leaning her head on the hospital gurney where Risa was lying.

“You're aware?” that voice made Risa turn to him.

“Juna, where are we?” risa asked, her eyes narrowed, looking around her.

“Hospital,” replied Juna, his tone smoothed without power.

“Hospital?” reset Risa with full sign, “I hurt what?”

“What my ulcer relapsed? Or am I menstruating? My stomach hurts,” lontar Risa.

Juna breathed his heavy breath. He was confused to begin explaining where. However the beginning, the point is that the news that Juna will convey is certainly able to make Risa feel endless sadness.

“Not,” omitted, “Not because of all that,” Juna continued.

“Then?”

“You, you...,” Juna hung up his sentence, honestly he could not convey this sad news to his wife who had just opened her eyes after several hours unconscious.

“I why, Juna?” an impatient Gemas Risa listened to the explanation from her husband.

“Miscarriage,” slow Juna, his voice is like the whisper of the wind in times of heavy rain. Risa can't hear it.

“What did you say? I can't cry,” complained Risa.

“You miscarried,” great-grandson Juna, a little harder than before.

Risa's body instantly froze, her heart as if rippling to hear this sad news. Risa hopes all this is a dream, but the pain that attacks her stomach makes Risa realize that this is something real.

“No way, Juna. Me, was I pregnant before? And now just as I know that I'm pregnant, my baby candidate is gone, so?”

Juna lowered his head, not daring to stare at his wife who was heard starting to let out his sobs.

“Sorry, it's all my fault, because of my mistake, you miscarried. Because of my stupidity, we lost our baby-to-be. It's my fault, it's my fault. You have the right to be angry with me, you can hate me as much as you want, because this is really my fault,”. His voice was hoarse, the man was crying.

“You mean?” Risa still does not understand why her husband blames himself.

Juna's black eyes looked at his wife wryly. The shock of pain was clearly imprinted on that beautiful face. Sadness that had no end became a disaster for his heart.

Before Juna replied, the man sighed for a moment, “You are still too young and are in the first trimester, you should not do anesthesia, because it is not good for our baby candidates, she said,” reveal Juna in a powerless tone.

“Anesthesia?” Risa repeats the word, her heart then slips as her memory of the events of that night frames her memory.

“Because of that I miscarried?” asked Risa who found it hard to believe this sorrow.

Juna nodded slowly, his heart warning that the wife he now loved so much would be angry with him. Juna could not bear it if Risa would hate him or even stay away from him. Juna didn't expect that to happen. But given her own mistakes, Juna can only give up on everything that Risa will do to her.

“Should have been that night you didn't make me melt,” Risa said as she turned her eyes to the other side.

“Perhaps, if you received my rejection that night, surely my baby is still there,” added Risa.

“Why do you have to seduce me to accept that anesthesia? And why would I want to be anastesi by you? It's not your fault,”.

Juna frowned hearing Risa's last words. How could this not be his fault? Though it was clear that if only Juna did not perform anesthesia on Risa, their baby would still be alive.

“It's my fault, dear,” Juna explained.

“Not, this is our fault, we are both equally wrong,” said Risa, the woman really sounds wise.

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