The Power of Cyra

46. Bad News

Entering the age of nine months, is a moment of waiting for Cyra as a young mother, who is preparing mentally to give birth to the baby.

Her husband Farel promised to go home today and apply for a two-week leave to accompany Cyra to give birth and wait for the girl to recover and be healthy again.

Meanwhile, his parents were currently unable to come because king Nerva had just died. Cyra, who could not follow her grandfather's funeral procession, could only pray for her family from afar.

Dreeett's...

Cyra's phone reads. Mom this mile saw a video call from her husband. Farel who was abroad seemed to smile at the beautiful face of his wife who was pouting.

"Hi baby!"

"When are you coming home?"

"Tomorrow, honey..!"

"If I don't go home I'll find a new husband."

"I will kill the man and throw him into the sea." Threat Farel.

"Is it for your possessive reasons that you chose this place to lock your wife up...?"

"One of them. That way I feel calmer leaving my wife without fear of anyone staring at her without my knowledge."

"Sad..! You have an answer that sounds selfish."

"I have to be smart to take good care of mine. Because you are half my soul."

"Your wombals sound fresh even though I like them, baby. Hurry home baby to enjoy your last rations before you have to fast for two months!"

"That's for sure!"

"I miss you and buy South Korean food for me."

"OK!" Huh...!"

Farel's plane was back in the air after the meeting between the two countries went well.

Apparently in the middle of the trip there was bad weather that was less friendly so the plane made a connection with the air traffic control tower or better known as the ATC tower.

Pilots tried to follow the guide very carefully even though it was blocked by a view that was dark enough as if it entered into a tunnel of dark clouds that blocked their eyes.

"Mr president! Looks like our plane can't get through the path it should because that route is going through an impassable storm. If it's forced the plane will explode in mid-air."

The co-pilot reported on the current state of their journey.

"Just do the best so that this plane does not fall. It's better to make an emergency landing anywhere as long as we don't fall."

The wise president.

The plane turned away from the storm which was getting worse when viewed from the window. Farel sat in his place praying wholeheartedly that they might survive the storm.

"Yes Allah.. Soon I will be a father thanks to Your Grace.

If this plane thou wilt fall, then my son will be an orphan and my wife a widow and my country will be a dispute over the higher-ups who thirst for power to overthrow the president easily."

Say Farel while taking a deep breath and then exhaling gently.

Military officials in the country known as the superpower immediately held an impromptu meeting to discuss the president's safety.

"If the president doesn't survive, then the vice president is ready to be sworn in." Said one of the military officers.

"Don't make rash decisions before twenty-four hours."

Answer the president's adviser.

Apparently the meeting went awry unwilling to take a vote before knowing the true state of the president.

"Excuse me, Mr. Shaun!"

secretary of the president.

"Say what information you know!"

"We lost contact with the force one."

Deggs...

Those tense faces looked glum and could no longer say anything. Debate began to take place again exciting to shift the position of the current president.

The news was quickly broadcast on every television station. Apparently extreme weather not only occurs on a force one plane trip but also the city of New York was not separated from the raging nature that night.

This resulted in a slightly difficult signal in the hilly area where the palace that Cyra was currently occupying.

Cyra who could not contact Celia made him very frustrated at this moment. Cika, who seemed agitated out there, was brought in by Cyra to her room.

Cyra asks her servant to fill her refrigerator with food and some other snacks below to enter her room.

Cyra gathered all her servants to make an announcement for them.

"The weather tonight is very bad. Among you must take turns to keep watch. Maybe tonight the lights will be turned off."

Said Cyra who was already wary of what was about to happen.

"Well miss."

Answer them simultaneously.

"If you want to sleep, try not to close the door except in an emergency."

"Excuse me Miss Cyra!"

"Yes Alex..!"

"I want to deliver news from the military guard post."

"What's Alex doing?"

"I hope you stay calm after I tell you this."

"Let's just say I'm ready to listen to the worst." Cyra said for sure.

"Miss! From the news I got, the storm was everywhere and the townspeople were experiencing flash floods. But, ...?"

Alex stopped saying because this part was very painful for Cyra.

"Why are you suddenly silent Alex? Just tell me everything, did you deliberately make me angry, huh?"

Degggggs....

Cyra almost dazed to hear Alex's words.

The servants were holding onto Cyra's body which was slightly fat at the moment due to her pregnancy.

"Miss!" Is the lady going to the room..?"

"Let me here first. Please go back to your place Alex and don't forget you guys have to take turns keeping watch with your friends out there. Bring food and drink to accompany you to guard."

Said Cyra who was still responsible to her husband's men.

"Fine miss. May there be news of a new force one so that Mr. Farel quickly returns to the hill palace before the baby is born."

Alex said and went back to his place.

"Aaami. Thanks Alex!"

Cyra asks Gwen to take her to her room.

Another waiter locked the main door. Not long after the lights went out making their view instantly dark.

The waiter immediately turned on the generator. The room is back bright. And the waiter went into their room.

When Cyra was walking towards his room suddenly there were consecutive shots from outside making them instantly choked.

"Miss! Looks like we're getting an attack from the enemy."

gwen was protecting Cyra.

"Hurry Gwen! You better hide in my room"

Tell Cyra to walk limply to her room.

Dooorr....

The consecutive shots to knock down the main door and windows from various directions caused the servants to panic.

"Godgh!"

Apparently Gwen was hit by an enemy bullet right on her shoulder. Cika who was inside was about to come out but was held back by Cyra.

"Mika! Don't go out and stay here with mom!" Pinta Cyra on the tiger.

Cyra squeezed the bulletproof steel spare door after the wooden door.

Gwen was quite surprised the automatic swipe door was there. During this time he only heard the sophistication of the hill palace built with advanced technology but will function if in an emergency.

Inside there, Cyra squeezes a remote control that closes her bedroom window with a swipe window from the inside thus blocking criminals from getting into place.

"Damn..!"

It turns out that this house has been equipped with bulletproof or explosion-proof protective steel.

"Then burn this house so that the woman ja**ng will die in there."

"Bos wants the girl alive not to kill her."

"Where might we catch her if that girl has killing power."

Tell that criminal.

"Kill the girl or the boss will kill you. He has no way out if we burn this house down."

"But boss!"

"What are you afraid of, huh?"

The current state of the country is not safe and the airbase down there is guarding the presidential palace. The fate of the president cannot be confirmed alive or dead, nor is the fate of the street's female husband* it's in there."

"Would you call Mr. Michael to ask what we should do with the girl?"

"Basic stupid! There's a storm right now and the signal in this place has broken off, how can we contact him."

"We'd better wait for this storm to subside and we can attack the girl's hideout."

The debate between the members of Mr. Michael out there did not get a decision. While in Cyra's room who was helping Gwen who was currently shot, he made an emergency operation on the girl.

Apparently Gwen is one of the policewomen who is undercover as a servant to protect Cyra who was assigned by the president.

Finally the bullet that pierced through the arm of the girl's body could be lifted by Cyra painstakingly. After performing the surgery on Gwen, Cyra suddenly felt a severe contraction until this girl felt an excruciating pain.

"Ohhght! my stomach...!" Peek Cyra while holding her stomach.

Cika who had just looked at the two women in front of her with uneasy feelings and continued to growl

"Mika! Shut up! You make us more nervous to hear your voice." Cyra's upset.

Cika went back to silence and climbed on the bed of Cyra who was lying weakly.

"Miss! Do you want to give birth?"

"It looks so Gwen." Cyra looked pale.

"Miss! I'll help you give birth. I beg you Miss to be strong."

"Your hand must be numb because it's just been drugged locally, how can you help me?"

"I can still use one hand, miss! I'll have to look at your birth canal to see the opening."

Gwen immediately checked the state of Cyra's contents and the opening was only three.

"We'll wait a minute, the baby's still gonna hang in there. Miss Cyra must be strong."

"I want my husband here, Gwen. I'm so scared right now."

Cyra is seen giving up because the news of her husband makes her unsettled rather than the criminals who are out there.

Duaarr...

A fairly powerful explosion occurred on the roof of the house Cyra made the two jerks. Cika was alert and kept paying attention towards the door.

The bomb's thump brought Cyra back into contraction. Gwen immediately prepared the equipment for the delivery of her boss.

"Miss Cyra! It's time for the baby to come out. We pray together according to our respective beliefs so that the delivery is smooth." Gwen.