SOLEDADS

Bad News

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Sara sat contemplating, holding her stomach which suddenly hurt. Max's ban makes him unable to go anywhere anymore.

Sara asked her husband for permission last night, hoping he would allow her to become a tour guide. Sara wanted to change a habit that used to be arbitrary and never permission to do something, but the first thing she wanted was rejected.

Sad yes, but how else. Nadia once advised him, to be able to gain the trust of others, must start from yourself.

Sara started applying it even though it felt unpleasant. There was a sense of resentment, mixed with anger.

Repeatedly Sara exhaled a rough breath to let out her anger also alleviated the sudden increase in abdominal pain.

"Damn it, it's time," moaned Sara holding back the pain.

His hand continued to press against the stomach, thinking perhaps with so little pain lessened. However, the pain continued to grow as the clock ticks down the wall.

Unable to stand it, Sara laid herself on the bed. Roll over and stuff his stomach with a roll.

At any time when the time comes, Sara always feels abdominal pain. Menstrual pain is more painful than the first night. Sara compared that.

There was no one near there because Sara forbade them from approaching the room. Time had passed for a very long time, even the bed sheet had been wet by his sweat.

Sara couldn't do anything, calling Max would definitely interfere with the man's work. Lying on the bed was also impossible, so Sara limped to reach the doorknob.

Coincidentally at the same time, the young girl he knew passed the stairs.

"Do ... Dove ...," said Sara. Waving her hand for the girl to see.

Fortunately Dove looked around, Sara breathed a sigh of relief. When Dove was in front of her, Sara held the girl's hand.

"Please buy me some pads ...," he said.

"Okay, Senora."

Before Dove left, Sara asked for help. "Please have someone make me a warm ginger drink."

His lips breathed a sigh of relief. Sara went back to the bed, rolled her body there. Closing her eyes tightly as the pain regained consciousness.

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Increasingly clockwise, Sara's stomach ache is now starting to subside thanks to the ginger drink made by Dove.

As his eyes began to close with exhaustion, warm palms touched his stomach skin. Sara opened her eyes again.

"Max ...," he said weakly.

"Sttt!"

The gesture of not speaking silenced Sara's mouth. He let Max stroke his stomach.

Warm and comfortable. Sara felt that. With a lullaby that Max whispered, his brown eyes were now tightly closed.

Sara fell asleep after struggling with the abdominal pain that drained the energy.

Max breathed a sigh of relief. He came home in a hurry after getting word from Adrian that his wife was having an upset stomach.

Regardless of the important meeting that was going on, he took his car to get to the mansion.

And sure enough, the woman was drowning in bed. His blue eyes stared dimly at Sara's back who was on her back.

Sometimes he pecks his wife's back. Armed with an explanation from the internet, Max got up and went to the kitchen to prepare hot water.

He poured the hot water into a glass bottle and then covered the entire surface of the bottle with a thick cloth. It was warm when Max felt the water temperature.

Returning to the room where the wife was still asleep, Max placed the cloth-covered bottle in Sara's stomach.

"Hopefully get well soon, honey," he said and kissed Sara on the forehead.

Max opened the shirt that had covered his muscles, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself. He hugged his wife who was still asleep.

The sun was already hiding behind the twilight clouds, leaving behind a dark one that began to engulf the earth. Max touched the forehead of his wife who had not been awake since.

Heat. And that worries Max. Sara was restless in her sleep, the woman's forehead wrinkled. It indicates that he is uncomfortable in his sleep.

Excessive anxiety about his wife makes Max immediately call Emma. Max got up from the bed and called out to a middle-aged woman who served as the female butler.

"Have you ever had period pain, Lynn?"

The middle-aged woman nodded. "There are some women who feel pain until his body has a fever, Senor. Did Senora experience it?"

"You understand the looks of it. What am I supposed to do?"

Lynn smiled faintly, Her master apparently covering up the shame for the sake of the wife. "I recommend seeing an obstetrician, Senor. Maybe something's wrong with Senora's uterus."

Max clenched his hand, not liking the statement. Despite the large percentage of interference in Sara's body, Max refuses to accept reality. They have just been in contact.

"All right, thank you."

Max turned to the room. Sara was still struggling under the blanket and occasionally her lips were grimacing.

Remembering Lynn's words, Max immediately carried Sara downstairs and took her to the hospital.

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Max uncovers the white curtains in the elite room, allowing air to enter the room the wife had occupied after putting the parcel of food she had just bought on the table.

The ringing of the cell phone stopped its movement. After determining who the caller is, Max opens the glass of the room which is dominated by white.

"Some of Thompson's men were caught blackmailing some beggars in the streets around our area, Senor. I'm afraid he'll attack."

Max clenched his forehead. "Did the military finally start doing its job?"

"Mr Ziegler did it, Senor."

Max smiled faintly. "I did not waste effort putting him into the strongest ranks of the military. What about the old man?"

"The news is still vague, Senor. Most likely he's already dragged his fake foot here."

The devil's grin on Max's lips along with his blue bead gleamed sharply. "Good news. Let him enter our forbidden area."

Max turned to look at the wife who already looked peaceful in her mind. No more fidgety wrinkles on his forehead made Max exhale a sigh of relief.

It's just that Max's heart is agitated. The words of the specialist doctor had disturbed his mind.

"I recommend patients have a healthy lifestyle and regular exercise. Don't let your wife do a hard job, Senor. I'm afraid the content will be problematic if faced with it. And of course it is likely that patients are difficult to get pregnant."

He approached his wife, repeatedly peeping at Sara's forehead gently.

"It's okay, honey. I love you, no matter what. I know all God's will, but He will also surely give the best way to our family."

Max takes Sara's hand and kisses her. At that time a pair of chocolate beads opened.

"Max" said Sara.

Her eyes explore an unfamiliar, all-white room with exposed curtains so Sara can see the stars in space.

"Hospital?" guess it was on target after confirming a familiar scent.

Max nodded. "You're short of fluids. Not having lunch yet?"

Sara smiled faintly. Nodding assented, because since noon he had not touched any food.

"I just bought some food. You have to eat, we'll be home tomorrow morning."

"Thank you" said Sara and got up.

Realizing that she was having a painful period, Sara glanced at Max who was still glued to her face.

"How do you know I'm sick?"

"Adrian called. Why didn't you tell me?"

Sara shakes. "I know you're busy. And I can endure pain."

Max twists lazy eyeball. Hold the pain until the fever, is that what his wife means?

"Eat it first. After that I'll punish you."

Sara memgerucut. Covering her body, Sara got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

His head shook to find his ward was worthy of a hotel. A luxurious and elegant bathroom. Sara thinks this might be Max's asset she doesn't know about yet.

When she wanted to change the pads, Sara realized that she had no small objects other than the house that Dove bought this afternoon.

Not yet had he screamed, his eyes fixated on a small package above the sink. And he was wide-eyed to find a packet of pads.

A moment later, Sara laughed. Maybe Max bought it.

After changing clothes to clothes prepared in the bathroom by who, Sara came out and caught Max seriously talking to someone and not knowing his presence.

"Mom, the doctor said it himself. What am I supposed to do? Sara must be sad if she finds out."

Sara could hear the anxious tone mixed with frustration. He was also curious about the content of the conversation that made Max that way.

"I understand, Mom. I'll find the best doctor to do the therapy. I don't want my wife to be sad because of that damn doctor's word. Sara's gonna get pregnant."

Sara stiffens. It's painful. The news was heard by Max.

Although Sara looks ordinary when Max talks about children, but in his heart he curses himself who has extreme hobbies.

Sara had already consulted a doctor, and this was the bad news she got. Suggestions to do therapy not heeded Sara because her hobby is more important.

At that time Sara did not think she would experience something like this. As long as his body was fine, that was enough.

However, since Max talked about building a happy family with some children who accompanied, that's when Sara understood the meaning of maintaining health.

Sara took her steps and hugged Max from behind.

"Do you really want a child, Max?"

Sara cursed her mouth which suddenly raised such a question. Of course, every married person wants a child to complete happiness.

"Sorry ...," he said.

Max turned and hugged her. "Stupid, you stole listen, huh?"

The man also stroked her hair fondly and it made Sara's heart ache.

"It's okay, honey. There you and I, that's more than enough. Having you made me so happy. I won't be able to share you with a little creature."

Sara knew it was just a sentence of consolation. Because he understood what it was like to have an endless wait.

"It's just 'difficult', isn't it, right?"

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