Marrying my Maid

The World is So Unjust

The image closed his eyes. He smiled faintly as the pain grew throughout his body. Citra's heart was relieved, because he thought this time he would really leave the world.

However, a few minutes had passed, he actually felt a great pain in his stomach. The image scrunched his forehead then rubbed his stomach slowly.

"Is this how it feels to die? But why can I still hear the sound of rain?" citra Gumam. Curious, he slowly began to open his eyes.

The image choked, his breathing heavy as he realized he was still alive. The image grimaced, this time his attempt to end life failed.

"The world is very unfair" Citra said as she clenched her hands. He cried again and did not care even though the rain continued to wet his body.

The image roared until his voice became hoarse.He was tired, the world seemed - if it was not on his side. Everything he has is now gone.

"You okay?"

The image flinched in shock. He turned his head to the side.Citra blinked his eyes several times when he saw a man standing next to him.

That man was Farhan. A Ceo at a company, just got home from work. However, unfortunately he actually hit Citra who arrived - suddenly ran to the road.

The image did not answer. He chose to be silent while feeling the pain that increasingly pierced his stomach. The image grimaced so much that it made Farhan even more panicked.

Farhan crouched down near Citra without any concern for her already soaked clothes.

Farhan rubbed Citra's face and said, "We have to go to the hospital now. Your condition is very bad and a lot of blood is coming out of your lower body" Farhan said.

"T..Nah! Don't take me anywhere. Let me here feel the pain to atone for all my sins. I don't want to go," retorted The image of his voice sounded soft, but it was still clearly heard by Farhan.

"But you can die, if it continues like this. And I won't be able to let you die just like that." Farhan continued. He began to prepare - ready to lift the image.

"I really want death. I don't want to live anymore" Citra replied weakly.

Image Energy is getting drained. His hands began to pale and droop on his side. The image breath is getting worse.

Farhan let out a long breath.Just this time he met a woman like Citra. Farhan stared fixedly at Citra. Until then, the gaze of his eyes was returned to the feet of Citra. Farhan began to worry because blood flowed from between the thighs Citra.

"I don't know what problem you've been having. But the obvious. I can't let you die. I will take responsibility." said Farhan.

"A..Please don't take me anywhere!" Said Citra.Ia tried to rebel but unfortunately he was already weak.

Farhan paid no attention to the roar from Citra. He held Citra and then immediately took her into the car.

"I need to get you to the hospital first. After the hospital, if you really want to die it's up to you. The most important thing now is that I'm responsible" Farhan said, laying Citra on the back seat of the car.

The image answers nothing. He was busy breathing more and more.

"Damn it!" Farhan's grunt who saw Citra was already so pale. After that, he immediately returned to the driver's seat.

Without a second thought, Farhan immediately drove his car at high speed. I can't wait to be freed from responsibility.

After a long journey, Farhan finally arrived at the hospital.he rushed Citra who was now unconscious entering the hospital.

All the way to the hospital. Lots of people - people who looked at him. they were astonished when they saw Elvano looked very chaotic.

"Quick check this woman!" Farhan said after Citra lay on top of the gurney.

"All right, sir." replied the nurse.

"Hopefully I don't deal with the police" Farhan murmured. While exhaling slowly.

After half an hour of waiting, finally the Doctor who handled Citra came out. Farhan hurriedly approached the doctor to ask how Citra was doing.

"How's he doing, Doc? Nothing serious, right?" farhan asked as he looked at the middle-aged Doctor who was in front of him.

"He's not okay. I think he's under a lot of pressure. In addition there is something important that I must tell you," the Doctor replied, his face looked so serious that it made Farhan so anxious.

"What's up, Doc? Is his life threatened?" ask Farhan.

"If she was taken to the hospital a little late, I'm sure she wouldn't have survived. Right now the condition is pretty bad, let alone the content..."

"What?! Contents? Then she's pregnant, doc?" asked Farhan who had unconsciously cut off the doctor's words.

"Absolutely you don't know, sir? Isn't the patient your wife, is she?"

"Not Doc. I don't know him. Now how is kedaan please, the content?" asked Farhan who was increasingly upset after hearing that Citra was pregnant.

The doctor breathed slowly. His face looks gloomy.

"The village is very weak and cannot be saved. Patient miscarried, sir."

The deg!

Farhan's feet started to limp in instantly. He sat down on the chair while looking straight ahead. "I've killed a baby" Farhan murmured as he restored his hair.

"Are you okay, sir?" ask the doctor as he approaches Farhan.

"Yes, I'm fine. By the way, how long can he recover?" farhan asked after calming down.

"For the time being, the patient is unconscious. So I can't be sure about that."

Hearing the words of the doctor Farhan nodded his head.

"Alright, then thank you very much, Doc" said Farhan.

"Same - same excuse me. Any minute. The patient will be taken to the ward."

After the doctor's departure, Farhan was upset. His mind was so chaotic that it made his heart not calm.

"Ck! This kind of misfortune," Farhan murmured in annoyance.

Farhan crossed his arms while staring at Citra. Many times he breathed a long breath, but his heart was not relieved. Instead of being relieved, he was getting more depressed.

"How about su. wait, I have to inform her husband immediately. I can't possibly keep quiet like this" Farhan murmured.

Farhan moved from his seat. He walked over to the gurney and then took the Citra bag. Farhan looking - find Citra's cell phone. But unfortunately Farhan found nothing but a wallet, an identity card and also a small book.

"Is the phone probably dropped?" farhan asked himself.

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