Substitute Mother

Chaptre 135. Bad News

The hospital corridor was empty, only a few people passed by. I don't know because it rained down on the earth that afternoon, or because not many people were sick. Mark looked up, looking at his wife who had been sitting with his legs agitated. When they found Judith in a state of concern, Hannah cried for a long time, gently wiping her side mane, hoping that Judith would come to her senses.

Both understand what is really going on. Mark and Hannah aren't responsible teens who can't read situations. They knew that Judith was pregnant, judging from the blood seeping between her thighs. Not surprising actually, considering the relationship without the status of Jeanno and Judith that got to such an intimate stage. It's just that Mark didn't expect Jeanno to be less cautious in ‘play’. Unless he wants Judith's son.

“Mark...why was the doctor so long?”

Mark was just about to answer, but the next second he chose silence. His chest was tight due to the impact of guilt. Because if sorted from the beginning, all this chaos comes from himself. If only Mark had thrown out the file about Judith. If only he had not chosen to keep it assuming it would not one day reach Jeanno's hands.

It's okay if Jeanno has to spill her frustration on him. Really, getting out of his cousin's company built from 0 together is not a meaningful punishment. Because after this Mark can go directly into the company owned by his own father. It's fine if his fraternity rope with Jeanno breaks, as long as the man is still haughty and stubborn.

But Judith, that girl is innocent. He was just a victim of the never-ending drama. An old story that should have been closed since the female lead died. Jeanno should have known that, that all the ‘kesial’ in Nayara's life used to be a part of Jeanno's own cunning and selfish parents. There was no Judith interference there, at all. She was just a woman who happened to have a facial resemblance to Nayara.

That'sallthatis.

Jeanno Alexander's. Genius, rich and handsome. Who hold grudges and arrogance that can not be penetrated by anyone. Also stupid, because ‘punishes’ wrong people. Jesus, Mark is scared to death if anything happens to Judith or her fetus. If one cannot be saved, Mark vows to beat Jeanno.

The door opened, equally surprising a couple who were immersed in their respective minds. Hannah then stood up from her seat, looking expectantly at a woman with the tag name ‘dr. Kirana Sp.Og’

“How is doctor?”

Kiran looked at Hannah and Mark in turn. Without even unraveling speech, they both knew the results were bad.

Bugs!

Bugs!

Bugs!

Countless times the knuckles punched the steering wheel that had nothing wrong. Kiran's doctor's description a few minutes ago didn't make her mind upset. Anger, disappointment, sadness, and guilt were struggling with each other in his mind. The only one Mark wants to beat now is Jeanno, but he remembers that he himself also had ‘andil’ in the loss of innocent fetal life.

Judith lost her baby, even before the fetus entered its second month.

Mark passes the bathroom, leaving Hannah to wait for Judith, who is still unconscious. Without Hannah realizing that her husband's step was not to the bathroom, but to the parking lot, getting into her car. Mark's original intention was to hunt down Jeanno's house, making the handsome face battered. But then again, not only Jeanno is guilty here, but also Mark himself.

As the turmoil of various emotions combats his inner self, he must channel it somewhere. And the steering wheel that was the target. Mark punching. One, two times. The anger and guilt are still burning. Four, five, six times. His knuckles started to turn red. Then the shadow of Judith's face, as pale as snow when they found her, fainted, again looming over. Mark shouted in frustration.

Bugs!

Bugs!

Eight on. Eleven. Fifteen. Until Mark's head is too ‘ramai’ to just stretch his bogem count. Now his hands are not perfectly shaped like before. Not only is it red, but it is also bloody. The man never stopped, because he thought the pain he felt in his knuckles was not comparable, there was no small amount of kukupun when compared to Judith.

“Sorry, forgive me, Judith”

A few hundred seconds later, Mark stopped. Not because his guilt was gone, but because he was tired. Tired to just swing the bogeman towards the steering wheel that has been covered in blood. The man closed his eyes, put his chin on the steering wheel.

Ironic when a few weeks ago he cried happily at the altar after saying a sacred promise to the woman he loved. Now she's back crying. Crying his carelessness to eat other victims who were hurt.

Hannah's hand didn't stop touching Judith's hair. After being moved to the nursery until this moment the sweet woman was not yet conscious. It calms Hannah down a bit, as she doesn't know how to tell Judith the news of her grief if her best friend wakes up.

“You used to look after me and Renatta if anything happened to us. My nagging, confident, beautiful, and considerate judith. I missed you, baby. You're the one now, not the Judith I've known all along. You are now so pale, thin, and pathetic. I want my old Judith.. Promise to come back like you used to, yeah?”

Hannah cried again, remembering that when she noticed the physical appearance of her best friend was very different from the Judith she saw at her wedding. Though only a few days, but Judith already looks very ‘different’.

“I'm sorry I wasn't there when you fell. When you may need someone, I am in another country, living my day happily with the man who is now my husband. While you, you're fighting alone with your fetus. I... Not a good friend, huh?”

“You know? sometimes I think Victoire isn't so bad. When we work there, nothing painful happens. The only problem is if we get annoying clients. You remember that same day, Renatta slapped the client who was holding his chest, you spat at the man who vilified his wife's physique in front of you, then there I choose to lock myself in the bathroom if get a strange client”

Hannah laughs on the sidelines of the story, imagining the previous ‘happy’.

“Then the three of us were called to Johnny's room. Sprayed all-out and get a punishment in the form of suspension for one week. Johnny ends up getting complaints and losing some important clients because there were no us on that one-week show. The funny thing is, Johnny then called us on the fifth day, when we were on vacation to Lombok. Begging that tomorrow we can go in to start the show as usual”

The laughter that originally sounded crisp, now dimmed. Loyalty comes back to Hannah's feelings.

“You're right when you say falling in love will only make you weak. Even if it doesn't happen to me. But Judith, if time could be turned, the first thing I would do would be to prevent you from going to Jeanno with all my might. Because if that happens, you definitely won't be as miserable as now”

One thing Hannah knew, too, was that if the time was playing and Judith did not meet Jeanno, she was now still an erotic dancer in Victoire, under Louis's custody as a slave ****.