
"Vaaaaaaakkkhhh.....". Yolanda shouted, as J injected the liquid in his body. "Until when, J? Until when, you tortured me like this. Just kill me J". Yolanda, feeling her body ache. I don't know what liquid was injected in his body.
J, just a little smile. It was a total torture to Yolanda. "Honey, if I kill you straight away Yolanda, your body is very good, for my homemade liquid test. Hows it? What do you feel, who knows this liquid is useful in the future". Smile as J. He keeps some injections in a suitcase.
"Where is your conscience, J. What are you, already consider myself an animal ha? always tormenting like this, unceasingly ". Yolanda snapped, she stared intently at J.
"the gospel's torment, can't yet treat my anger at you. Remember, it's a punishment that has hurt my wife.
Yolanda's body, dry skin. Hair disheveled, unkempt. The clothes look very shabby, white in color. Both of her legs were in chains and on the padlock, she felt that her body was in great pain. Begging J for mercy, asking for pity. But there was no sense of pity, for him. Even J, keep torturing with injections. Once injected into his body, he felt the heat. His throat was choking, his stomach was also very painful. Blood usually comes out of his mouth, nose and ears.
Yolanda, just resignedly accept everything. This is indeed his fault for daring to do things to Ayunda, he just cried the hiccups lamenting his nipp at this time.
No one helped him or looked for him, eating only once a day with a makeshift menu.
Her tears flowed, remembering her past. What is so beautiful, luxurious and free is not what it is today. Better to die than be tormented by J.
J, leave Yolanda's shelter. "Until when do you torture, Yolanda? Are you still not torturing her enough,". Ask Darwis, to J.
"I'm not satisfied, torture him. What else to remember what the doctor said to Ayunda, because of the accident. My son and Ayunda, they almost took their lives. What's more now that she's pregnant and is likely to give birth soon. I still ring if my wife, can't be normal. As a result of the accident,". J said, still staring out the car window.
"would your wife get pregnant again,". Ask Darwis.
J, sighing heavily. "Don't know, I won't demand that she get pregnant again after giving birth to our child. I will speak slowly to Ayunda, so that she understands her condition now".
"So because of this. You tortured Yolanda, incessantly. I'm not done thinking, when you make that deadly liquid. Although it did not take a life for a while, but its power was so terrible that it came out blood mouth, nose and ears. I can't imagine how much pain I'm feeling, Yolanda". Darwis, shudder in horror
"I guess you'll try it, just keep the stock still a lot,". J, put on a smile.
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A few days later. J, have prepared the VIP room first before the Ayunda.
"How is my wife, dok". Tanya J, actually she could not hear the words of the doctor.
"Your wife's pregnancy has been seven months , I check and USG. Very unlikely for a normal body, sir. It's very dangerous for the lives of your wife and son, sir,". Obviously the doctor, made J's heart like it was sliced. "Speak slowly to the wife, sir. In order to quickly perform Cesar's operation, for the safety of mother and child. Better your wife's womb, sir, we lift. There was a wound in your wife's womb, because of the accident,".
"But, if now perform the operation. Means our son, premature doc". Ask J.
"Yes, Sir. Because of the wound in your wife's womb, does not your wife feel pain in the abdomen. Right in the womb, right? The larger the fetus in the womb, the more pain Ayunda feels. Because of his wound, sir, if you can't let me talk to your wife". Hearing the doctor's words, J just nodded his head. It is not possible, if he speaks directly to Ayunda.
He's waiting for Ayunda, get out. Long enough the wife, not out. He was probably shocked when he heard the doctor's explanation.
Ceklek....
The door of space opens. Seen clearly on Ayunda's face, his eyes were puffy. Walk towards her husband and sit next to J.
Dare not to look at the wife's face. He knew that his wife would be angry with him for keeping this secret.
"why not be honest with all of J? Why lie all this time". Ask Ayunda, who was still staring straight.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm selfish,". Overturned J, she held tightly to the flickering fingers of Ayunda. Ayunda, hugging her husband. He sobbed, why should it be like this. But he was grateful, because there was another option.
By following the words of the doctor. J san Ayunda, get ready for surgery as soon as possible. Some files to take care of, even with a heavy heart. If the child is born prematurely, it should be treated and put in a tube.
Heard the news that Ayunda, should give birth to her son who was seven months old. Of course it makes people feel a close sympathy with Ayunda.
Ayunda, just a little smile. When looking at the face of the husband, this is the destiny that must be passed. "I beg you not to blame yourself,". Pinta Ayunda, to J. I know you're at the moment, devastated J.
"I don't blame myself, I just can't see how you are, baby,". J, kiss Ayunda's forehead.I know, you're so scared to face all this.I believe, you can be dear.
"Don't you think, pray that we're both in good health. You're happy, aren't you? We will soon see the fruit of our love". Ayunda, stroking J.'s cheek she placed J's hand, onto his belly while J,hanga smiled as hard as he could to hold back his tears.
"I always pray for you, dear". J, smile little. As much as possible, she hid her sadness.
an hour later.
Ayunda, get ready for surgery. J, waiting outside the room. He was eager to accompany his wife, but he could not help it he said
J, join his uncle and aunt. Al, sit on his father's lap. Bi Inah, just silence doesn't hold Al.
"Father, Dedek to be born". Al asked, she smiled sweetly.
"Yes, honey. You're happy, aren't you? Pray mamah and dedek yah,". J, kiss Al's cheek.
"Why are you crying? Papah should be happy because the grandpa wants to be born,". Al said, his face pouting.
"Father, crying because happy son. In a moment, we'll see Dedek". J, hugged his son. Papah, happy son.