The Ex-Love

MTS2 - ZHAVIA & PATRICK PART 19 EXTRAS

Still hopeful, the man fought for the heart he loved so much. Many were already burdened on his back because of the mistakes he himself made. he is too blind to love to be consumed with lies that seem to drown him. Now, whatever he does will lead to mistakes. what will happen next?

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"What's wrong? Your stomach hurts again?" search Patrick ascertain his wife's stomach and hold it very gently.

"No! I wanted to conceive once more" said Zhavia instead saying that makes Patrick feel Zhavia was not touched by him.

Patrick could not hear his wife's words. He hugged her and kissed her lips again. They kissed and headed to their room. Zhavia again did not say because they had been out of contact for months. Patrick held everything back because it would make Zhavia suffer. And that night they related very slowly and gently. Patrick did not catch Zhavia in pain but he remained suspicious. Because after that Zhavia still held his stomach silently.

"I know your stomach hurts! Tomorrow don't tease me, Zhavia!" said Patrick holding hands Zhavia still hugged him after a long love struggle that they were dressed and lay hugging each other.

"Who told you to be too handsome" Zhavia teased him again.

"Tomorrow we'll check your stomach! Don't argue!" saute Patrick's.

"Pat, I don't want to go to the hospital,"

"Just check!" Reply Patrick and he took a piece of paper that he wanted to show Zhavia. Zhavia was already lying down and his face was a bit pale. He kept his lower stomach.

"Listen Zhavia, what I created for you these few days," said Patrick again sitting next to his wife.

"A song?" Zhavia's investigation had already enveloped his entire body.

I don't know why it's cold tonight and his head is so dizzy. Yeah, he should have held back his lust. Zhavia thought of everything. Since she had a miscarriage and had an illness, Zhavia became often worried even though Patrick and Zena always accompanied her. Especially her husband. Patrick was in the building for only two days, even if it was only an hour or two. The rest he took care of and accompanied Zhavian medicine.

"Yes, a song for you! You hear that?"

"Not using a piano?" zhavia Search.

"You heard the lyrics" said her husband.

Zhavia smiled.

"Someone somewhere must be expecting my misery.

Sometimes I pretend I don't know who I am, but in my world there is only you.

Hugged me tightly.

Tell me, who is in the middle of your heart,

Will you let me stay here?

The look in your eyes beats everything without saying anything.

I want to paddle in my spare time, though,

I just want to walk around your sight.

Like a miracle that comes every day.

Your comfort is my day.

You are now lying by my side,

It's all like heaven.

I just want you.

My heart just sailed to you.

Nothing else, just you!

Let me hear you say baby.

Honey, you're sweeter than chocolate,

This is the key to my heart, open it!

All I need is you and your voice.

Let me hear you say,

I can do anything for you, baby.

When something gets tough and becomes so, it becomes,

I need you more and more.

Let me hear you say,

I avoided the gaze of others and looked at you.

When our eyes look at you, I can't explain it with words.

Your gaze lights me up sometimes like the sun, sometimes like the moon,

Don't let me lose this one sunny day with you,"

(original song lyrics titled LET ME HEAR YOU SAY by SEVENTEEN)

Patrick held Zhavia's forehead with one hand that had already placed the lyrics of his song. Patrick took a breath and his smile disappeared. The Zhavia body was warm again even quite hot.

"Zhavia, until when does this disease eat away at your body? Can't it be moved on me? Honey, I'm gonna make you heal. Lord, just this once, grant my prayers. Heal my wife, let her live life as she is. I love her so much. I-i'm sorry! My wife is like this because of me, let me feel this God," said Patrick, finally lying next to Zhavia and crying on his arm.

On this cold night, Patrick hugged the continuously warming body of the zhavia. He woke up waiting for his wife who was rightly guessed that Zhavia's body was getting hotter. He washed Zhavia's face with warm water and compressed it. Patrick decides to take Zhavia back to the hospital and make another observation.

The next morning Zhavia woke up already in the hospital again. She looked for her husband who was not there. He just saw the sheet under Patrick's phone. Zhavia grabbed it and read it again. The sheet was the lyrics to the song her husband made for her. Zhavia smiled with a deep smile. Her tears could not survive. Instantly his lower stomach ached again and he felt that something was coming out from down there. Zhavia was about to press the nurse button to be able to check it but her hands were a bit weak. Eventually she could only quietly wait for Patrick or the sisters to return.

Soon Patrick returns from the toilet and along with his mother-in-law, Viena calls him.

"How's my son, Patrick?" Viena asked as Patrick raised the call.

"We, we're back at mom's hospital, Zhavia's body is back with a fever. It seems like there's still something wrong with the wall of his uterus, mom," replied Patrick in a soft tone of voice.

"Hem, I know how you feel? Don't give up Patrick and I'll try to help! Can I talk to him?" viena Pinta.

Patrick gave the phone to Zhavia. Zhavia asked for the loud speaker mode because his body was very limp.

"Mom, man,"

"Zhavia, just get on with it, shouldn't you go back to Legacy? I'll take care of you?" said Viena .

Patrick's heart suddenly throbbed and trembled. It seemed that his wish to be with Zhavia was already impossible because now his mother had just told him to come back. Patrick just lowered his head while Zhavia held Patrick's hand and stroked him.

"What do you mean mom? How's my husband and son?" Zhavia asked back.

"Yes, tell Patrick to come here too. Get treatment here!" said Viena again .

"I just want to be here mom, pity Zena and Patrick's job," replied Zhavia trying to be a good wife and mother.

"Hem, I already know the answer. Well baby, I pray always for you to be healthy always. Don't think of anything. If you want to be with your husband always do. Don't ever lie to my feelings and follow even Zephaniah's words" said Viena, who couldn't force her son.

"Yes mom, I know Zephanya is just defending me" said Zhavia clasping her husband's hand tightly.

"Really! Gracia, MomXa and everyone miss you. Next week their plan will be to see you with me" said Viena.

"Thank you mom!"

Call on power off. Patrick stared at Zhavia. He smiled to keep his wife excited.

And Zhavia again underwent a treatment in which it was done to inhibit the blood flowing to the area of adenomyosis, so that its size would shrink and complaints subside because Zhavia refused to do the surgery again.

But what happened? It is completely useless. The Zhavia situation is becoming more and more alarming. Doctors say because before predicted this disease, the consumption of pregnancy Zhavia is indeed weak. Not only that when carrying out the removal of the fetus, the Zhavian body is not possible. Bleeding too much. The infection occurred because before the miscarriage Zhavia often had a fever. Not to mention that Zhavia was too frustrated to think about his household and his estimation that Patrick still did not believe him.

Zhavia can survive only because of medications and therapies that reduce bleeding rather than eliminate it. Patrick always accompanied her. Always encouraging and eventually all the treatment in moved to their mansion because the Zhavians did not want to be far from Zena. Zhavia remained a good mother to Zena. He kept Zena well educated. Accompanying Zena eat, play music and anything despite the condition of her body is getting weaker. When Zena was 3 and a half years old, Zhavia saw Zena holding a fruit knife. Zhavia immediately informed the danger of the blade. Zhavia was always watching Zena when she was not in the hospital.

The walls of Zhavia's uterus grew further, eventually leading to complications. Zhavia often bleed as the moon came, causing him to always lack blood. Consuming drugs and eventually having a blood transfusion does not help.

Until finally the final stage of surgery must be done. Zhavia also said a word that made Patrick far too guilty. He wanted to exchange his soul for his wife. He wanted to, he alone felt all the suffering of Zhavia all this time. He was willing to exchange it for anything even himself.

"Darling, I'm tired. I accept whatever happens!" zhavia looked down and shed her tears.

"So what? You're just here to be treated more intensively, I'm here Zhavia. I sleep here every night!" patrick looked up his wife's head.

"I'm going to our mansion" Zhavia said later.

"But you still have to have this operation, baby." Patrick tried to explain.

"It's Patrick, I've accepted everything.  I'm fine. No more operations. All free!" Zhavia turned his face away.

"Yes you're okay. We're going home. After the operation this time alone, we go home in two days whatever the decision of the doctor. I'll take you home I promise!" patrick smiled and turned back to Zhavia.

"Okay baby, I just want to say that I'm gonna be okay.I'm gonna calm down and then baby.  But I beg you to take care of our son.  Love him, never scold him and hit him, but tell him firmly that he has it wrong. Don't make her cry like you never let me cry Patrick!"

Patrick was a bit tickled to hear the words of his wife at that time.

"Can you talk or not Zhavia?  You said it was like you were going to leave. He said you were afraid to die!" Patrick warned.

"I just told you, baby, because right now I can't take care of him, right? Anyway, you're just taking care of all my messages. Protect Zena just like you protected me.  Give her what she needs. Take care of him for me.  You want to promise me, right, my husband?" Zhavia held Patrick's cheek.

"Definitely Zhavia! Without you saying it I would.  Now don't have to say anything like that anymore. Eat a little soup." Patrick took the asparagus soup that Adeline brought when she was visiting.

"Thank you dear. I'm not sabaar to go home to our love mansion!" zhavia smiled sumringah.

"Yes we're going home after your surgery, right?" Patrick was feeding the soup.

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