My Dowager Montes
#62. Piteously
Chelsea ran as hard as they could towards the parking lot. Her tears are flowing rivers. While as much as he had to put on his full face helmet, starting the Ducati Panigale V4 motorcycle and then darting out of the office building area. With a shrewd he overtakes the riders in the middle of a hot day, as hot as his heart. Several times he almost grazed the sidewalk and other riders because of his eyes were blocked by tears that never subsided. He used the sound of his motorbike to shout, cry as it happened, vent emotions that tormented his heart and heart.
"aaaaaaaaaaargh...huuuuu....."
Without a goal, he continued to drive the 2M vehicle so that he could vent his emotions. During this time he never held back emotions, he would immediately get angry and hit the person who made him angry. But this time he had to die to endure the turmoil within the chest.
He steers his bike to a simple contract he rents. Because at that time he paid rent directly for 1 year.
When parking a luxury motorcycle that contrasts strikingly with the simple contract, he went down and opened the full face helmet and slammed it tightly until it cracked.
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After successfully unlocking the door that arrived jammed, as if making fun of him he slammed the innocent door, then plopped down on the cold floor, and roared as loud as it was tight.
"aaaaaaaaarrrghh..... huhuuuuu.. why is it so painful....huuuuuuu..."
for up to 1 hour he vented his emotions in tears, until cramps approached his hands and feet. Deadly he tried to normalize the condition of his body.
He wanted to soak in warm water, but this was a simple contract that did not have a warm water facility from the tap, but he had to cook hot water first. He did not care, he filled a large pot with cold water from the bath, and slightly emptied the water in the tub so that it could then be enough for him to fill with hot water.
While waiting for the hot water, with still as much as she wanted, she decided to clean some houses that were not too dirty. After feeling hot enough, he then poured hot water into a 50x50 fiber bathtub and then entered into it and tried to rilex.
Honey, the shadow came back as he closed his eyes, the tears came back brazenly out and joined the puddle of warm water that soaked his body. His body continued to tremble due to his sobbing.
The height of the water that was limited to the neck seemed to suffocate him. A soft cry filled the minimalist bathroom. Her own tearful reverberations added to the incision in her heart. Little by little his gaze blurred, a sense of tightness filled his air cavity. Slowly his consciousness disappeared.
"MOM......"
Alexa continued to cry as much as she could while wiping the sweat on the forehead of her unconscious mother.
When he got home from school, Brian called him and told him he could not pick him up, but he told him to look for his mother. His alleged dady turned out to be right, Chelsea was in his contract.
When entering the yard of the simple house, Alexa was worried about the state of her momy, because she saw the condition of the expensive helmet that bought the dady for momy in a state of anxiety. That millions worth of helmets were split apart. He decided not to buy with that brand again.
'Oh my goodness, it turns out that it can not hold back the strong anger momy' murmured in his heart.
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He waited for a response from inside when he managed to turn the door knob that was not locked, but the door leaf he had not opened wide. Silent. His forehead wiggled at the silence he heard. The roar disappeared, as the door leaf he opened wider, he found no one inside. Whose weeping did he hear?
Instantly, his hair bristled, then his eyes turned to the puff of smoke coming from the bathtub. Cold sweat poured, the aura around suddenly cold when found black hair floating in the bath. His breathing choked, wanting to scream but when he saw the figure of his momy face in the water, he was surprised. The mother drowned in the bathtub, and was unconscious.
Doctor Elsa, Brian's family's personal doctor in his 40s, said that Chelsea lacked oxygen, so he was unconscious. But fortunately the condition of the 2-week-old fetus is fine. He advised that the momy not much thought so as not to stress. Doing small exercises is highly recommended as long as not jumping jump, or doing rough movements and arriving. In addition, you should not lift heavy loads.
"Momy.hik..." Alexa continues as she pleases while smirking Chelsea's cheeks and hands. But there was no movement in her eyelids. Momy seems really tired.
"Momy.." shrieked Lexa "Wake up mom, Lexa wants to make a request, hik... Momy do not throw Lexa yes mom. keep loving Lexa cake now... Lexa promise... Lexa's gonna be a good sister and protect Lexa... Momy. momy must continue to be strong. Momy should never stay in Lexa...huuuuuu.." his head bowed to his hand on the bed next to Chelsea lying. A swipe in his head made his cries stop then looked up.
Momy was conscious, and smiled at him.
"Momy you're wake.. you're wake.. thank you....huuuuuu...." Alexa squandered in Chelsea's arms lying down.
"Sshhhhh... baby..no one wants to leave you dear..." Chelsea rubbed Lexa's back and back hair.
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Then kissed his head.
"Momy dreams..you're jealous of your brother" Chelsea chuckled a little when she remembered her dream.
"Funny yes, even though the adeknya not yet exist, but already jealous" again chuckled.
Lexa let go of her embrace and wiped her tears, looking at the momy.
"It wasn't a dream, momy. Her grandpa's already here" Alexa rubbed gently Chelsea's flat stomach.
Instantly Chelsea's eyes festered, then the tears re-stained, looking a smile should expand on his lips. His hands touched his flat stomach.
"really?"
