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The sound of fingers clashing on the key board sounded echoed throughout the workspace. All eyes were turned toward the cubicles that were thought to be a source of noise in the work room that seemed silent after lunch.

Working after lunch is the toughest challenge for most employees who have to fight mercilessly attacking drowsiness.

But it seems that this does not apply to Verda who is still pressing hard every key on the keyboard. Emotions clearly ruled the woman all day.

There was no usual smile adorning his face, no reprimand, greetings, spoiled greeting that was thrown from his tightly clenched lips as if he was being sealed.

Ican approached Verda's desk, clinging to the side of the cubicle with an obvious sense of trepidation.

"Verda, just normal dong. Later it's a broken keyboard," chirped Ican.

Verda ignored the Ican's curse, currently anger is overpowering him.

"Hmm, Verda, what do you want to drink? I'll buy you a hot green tea latte, or a cold one, or a cold one?" ask Ican.

Ican was feeling cold hot with Verda's attitude that was really not as usual. Being ignored like this makes the Ican heart feel bad.

Verda got up from the chair, walked quickly to the copier waiting for the machine to work to print the sheet of documents. Once all the documents had been printed, Verda resumed her steps.

Geck..

He knocked at the door of Vedra's office. Then put the report to the man's desk.

Without saying a word, Verda immediately walked out of the room to return to her desk.

Verda had not even sat down when the phone at her desk then rang.

"To my room now."

Verda crashing the phone handle that automatically returns to surprise the people who work around her.

"Hhh, Verda why the hell?" Ican wondered astonishment.

Verda re-entered the Vedra workspace, putting on a defensive stance towards the man who was currently putting on an unpredictable flat expression.

"Verda, how many times do I have to tell you, please check carefully the report you were working on before you leave it to me" Vedra said.

"You're like working on the perfunctory, as long as it's done quickly, it's done business," continued Vedra.

"So it's my fault again?" ask Verda. "Yes, you keep blaming me! I was wrong! I'm the one who's not a becus! You're the truest and the truest of all you've done!" lick Verda with perfectly ignited emotions.

"Verda?" Vedra flabbergasted.

"What's? You want to blame me again?! Yeah, just keep blaming it! I was never right in your eyes! Never once!" sergeant Verda.

Verda took his report, with a raging feeling of annoyance he squeezed and tore the paper apart.

"I was wrong! I'm wrong, sir, who feels right!" check Verda out before exiting Vedra's workspace.

Everyone who had stolen heard the quarrel between Verda and Vedra immediately returned to their seats.

When the mouth could not speak, then their fingers were dancing on the flat screen of their smart devices to talk about Verda rampaging in front of Vedra.

Vedra let out a heavy sigh, Verda who exploded like that clearly made her feel even more guilty. Verda seemed unable to be professional in dealing with internal problems they both with work problems.

But if this problem is allowed to drag on, of course, it is not good for both of them. That's what Vedra's mind is right now. 

...*****...

Verda was still struggling on her computer monitor screen. Observing all the numbers that were currently mocking him.

"Let's find my difference where?"

"You can't go home if you haven't met!"

Verda massaged his temple, he felt tired and tired.

"Verda."

That heavy and deep voice made Verda turn her head. Beside him sat on the empty seat of a man he was currently unwilling to see. The man offered her a glass of hot green tea latte and a piece of red velvet cake.

"No need," Verda said with a hint.

"Do I need to get a steam?" ask Vedra.

"Ih, what the hell?" grunts Verda.

"Verda, please, don't be like this" Vedra said.

"'Can we discuss this matter with a more open mind?" ask Vedra.

"Ved, I don't want to talk to you!" answer Verda.

"'Why don't you want to talk to me?" ask Vedra.

"I don't want to talk to you because I don't want you to think I'm wrong and then blame me!" answer Verda.

"Verda," said Vedra stuck.

Verda again struggled in front of the monitor, Vedra was breathing heavily again. 

"If you're tired, it's better to go home and rest" Vedra said.

"No!" verda toilet.

"Alright, it's up to you," said Vedra immediately moved from beside Verda.

Vedra was frustrated with Verda's reckless attitude.

What should he do to stop Verda from acting like that?

Should they go to the obstetrician for a more detailed examination?

...*****...

"'Mrs Verdanica."

Verda was immediately greeted kindly by a nurse who opened the door of the examination room of one of the obstetricians. 

Vedra turned to her left and right before sneaking into the room. The obstetrician chosen by Vedra is not the most popular doctor in town, so the practice places they visit are not too crowded.

Doctor Herman, the elderly man was one of the famous doctors two decades ago, at least that's the information that Vedra received from a community forum pregnant women circulating on the internet.

Verda immediately got into bed to perform the examination procedure using an abdominal ultrasound device. The nurse applied a clear bluish gel to the lower part of Verda's stomach. The cold and amused sensation clearly made Verda tremble on her own.

Doctor Herman immediately attached the ultrasound device while watching the monitor screen. Verda was really feeling very tense, as was the current Vedra.

"Doctor, am I pregnant?" ask Verda carefully.

Doctor Herman did not immediately answer, his eyes still closely observe the results of the scan on the monitor screen that displays black and white images.

"I haven't seen any pregnancy bags forming in your uterus" Dr. Herman replied.

"That's, Doctor?" ask Vedra.

Doctor Herman stopped his examination, the elderly man immediately sat back behind his desk.

Verda joined the table after the nurse cleaned the remaining gel stuck in her stomach.

"I only see a clot in the uterus, this clot if it develops can become a fetus, but if it does not, it will decay by itself," replied Dr. Herman.

Verda and Vedra are stunned to hear an explanation from Doctor Herman.

"Therefore, please come back three more weeks for the next consultation schedule, for now, I will prescribe vitamins," continued Dr. Herman.

"So, am I actually pregnant or not, Doctor?" ask Verda.

"Mother, I can not say at this time you are pregnant or not, because all is still in the form of predictions, forecasts, especially pregnancy each mother-to-be really different. And the way to be sure is by further examination after three more weeks" Dr. Herman explains.

Verda and Vedra again threw eyes at each other getting such floating answers. The two again felt the same anxiety and anxiety. Anxiety about the impact of their actions that are not really ready for them to face.

...*****...