The Primadona Malam

Attempting to Eliminate

Under the influence of alcohol, Niram cried. All the insults thrown by the thick-bodied man, had hurt Niram so much to the bottom of the heart. To the extent that Niram was reckless to touch liquor.

Yura could only stare at her best friend. That time happened again. The dark time that once almost made him almost commit suicide.

This is what I'm afraid of, Nir. This is why I keep you from leaving. Sorry for me, because I can't be your protector, Inner Yura looked at Niram who was still crying as much as she could on the sofa.

Long enough Yura stood watching the poor girl. After Niram's sobs subsided, Yura approached Niram.

Yura took a bottle from Niram's hand. He put it on the table. Yura restyled Niram's hair that was unraveled. Both of his eyes were visible from crying.

“Come, Nir. I help you to the room,” Yura said as she grabbed Niram's right hand and began to wrap it over the nape.

Slowly, Yura started to stand up and asked Niram to go to the room. Arriving at the room, Yura helped Niram to lie down.

The pregnant woman is like a living being. His eyes looked straight at the ceiling.

Carefully, Yura took off Niram's shoes. He also removed Niram's makeup that had been messy due to crying. After that, Yura went to the bathroom to get some warm water. He was about to guess Niram's sweaty body.

Shortly after, Yura returned with a container of warm water, complete with a washcloth. He saw that Niram had closed his eyes. However, Yura still intends to cleanse Niram's body.

Slowly, Yura began to strip Niram's clothes off one by one. After that, he began wiping Niram's body, from face to toe.

Niram. I don't know if he's asleep or not. However, the poor girl did not react to Yura's attitude.

Finish cleaning Niram's body. Yura put on her pajamas to Niram. After that, he went back to the bathroom to dispose of the dirty water used to wipe Niram's body.

“Sleep, Nir,” Yura said shortly before she exited the room.

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Because always imagined with the memories of his wife, Halim decided to move rented. Now, he lives in a rented house near Sugistiawan's. That way, Halim hopes the two girls can be as close as possible.

“Oh yes, Lim. I'm the same you intend to hold aiqah Khansa. Do you mind?” ask Sugistiawan.

“Of course I don't mind, Bang. But let me buy the goat,” replied Halim.

“Not done, Lim. Khansa is my responsibility with Leha. If you have money, just a tube, Lim. Create the future of Rayyan,” Sugistiawan said.

"But, Bang."

"It has. Later after work, help Brother find his goat, yes. Wants, right?" pinta Sugistiawan's.

"Ish, please be asked again. I'd love to, Bang. Isn't Khansa also my son" said Halim.

Sugistiawan only smiled widely. "Yes already, if that's how you work first," he continued.

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Without notice, Niram has been locked up at home for almost two weeks. His passion for life seemed to be gone. It seemed, Niram already had no desire to do anything. If not ordered, he will not eat or clean himself.

His body is starting to look thin. Only her stomach was slightly distended. Maybe because her pregnancy has entered six months.

As of today, Niram was drooping weakly after crying hysterically over the movement of her baby. After feeling tired, he will usually fall asleep for hours.

"Gue please, Nir. Don't be like this. You may not love the child, but you must love yourself. I can't see you like this, Nir. It hurts, Nir. It's very painful." Lirih Yura's.

Niram closed his eyes. Actually, he did not not not hear Yura's words. He heard .... even heard it very clearly. However, Niram was paying attention to his ears. He no longer wanted to feel anything in life.

The night is crawling. The movement in the stomach of Niram is increasingly felt. Niram. A flash of the fat man's insults flashed back through his mind.

"I hate this kid! Because of this kid, everyone scoffs at me. Because of this child, the man insulted me. I hate it, I hate it!" racau Niram's.

Niram's awake. He spread his eyes around the room. I don't know what he's looking for. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a vase of flowers that was on the table.

Niram grinned. He lifted the blanket over his body. A second later, Niram got out of bed.

Sleek-seok Niram approached the table in the room. He grabbed a pretty big flower vase. Then remove the decorative flowers from the vase.

Niram grabbed a cylindrical flower vase made of thick clear glass. Both of his eyes closed. Both of his hands began to rise. Quickly, Niram slammed the vase into his stomach repeatedly.

"I hate this kid! I hate her! I hate him so much. You fucking child carrier! Die you! Die!"

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Niram continued to shout hysterically expressing his hatred towards the child he was carrying. He cursed her while continuing to smash the vase of flowers with all his might.

I don't know how long he's been doing that. Blood began to flow through both of his calves. However, like the doormat, Niram continued to beat his stomach with the blunt object.

"I hate you! I hate you!" shout Niram.

Meanwhile, on the porch.

Yura, who had just returned from work, was very surprised upon hearing Niram's scream. He immediately unlocked the door of his house.

Yura accelerated her steps towards the room. Arriving at the room, Yura was very surprised to see the reaction of Niram who still continued to smash blunt objects in his stomach

Seeing the blood start to splatter on the floor, Yura grew increasingly upset. He immediately ran to stop the madness of Niram who was trying to eliminate the child in the womb.

"Stop Niram!" yura shouted while robbing the vase from the hands of her best friend.

"Return, Ma. Let me kill this fucking kid. I don't want it. I hate him!"

Niram shouted back. He was trying to reach for the vase Yura was holding.

"Basic crazy!" peekik Yura's.

Prangs!

Niram. For a moment he stared at his still-covered son. Niram's index finger gently stroked her child's puffed cheek.

"I've tried, Mom. Even long before I met you, I was already trying to eliminate my son. But God does not want it, Mom. And now I understand why God didn't want this child to die. All because this child is my reinforcement. He is the source of my stubbornness in living this life" murmured Niram as he kissed his son's forehead.