The Special Lady of the Mafia

32.

Dabbing the jell on Nisha's flat stomach, Zahra begins her task.

"Miss, you see the monitor." Zahra directs Nisha to look at the monitor in front of her, and Heru and Jackson can also see it.

On the monitor screen, it shows a small circle the size of a green bean. They still look confused about it, but everything will become clear when Zahra says it.

"This, a small circle like a bean is a fetus in the process, its age entering the sixth week..." Zahra explained everything.

Not noticeably, the corner of Nisha's eyes let out water. Whether it was a sign of happiness or just a switch of his mind from the man he currently yearns for, waiting for news that is uncertain of his arrival.

"Alright, please miss. I'll explain, please help the nonanya."

"Nice doc." Nisha cleaned herself up again and sat down in front of Zahra.

"Alright, I'll explain everything to miss the ban and that is recommended anything for pregnant women."

Before Zahra continued her words, Nisha interrupted her first.

"Sorry doc, I have something to ask you, but it's personal."

Zahra's forehead and the two men who were with them also appeared to be wrinkled, but Zahra could see from the look of the eyes that explained something.

"Hem well, miss, hey you heard it. Wait outside, you guys are insensitive to this woman of yours." Zahra insisted on the two annoying men.

"Hey, why do we have to go out? Just talk, we'll pretend we didn't hear." Jackson cursed Zahra who subtly drove them from inside.

"Hey, you guys. This lady wants to ask about femininity, get out of there quickly." Zahra's eyes and mouth were muttering to drive them away.

Heru looked at Nisha, hoping to get an explanation of it.

"For a moment, sister, I just want to ask you about the problems I'm dealing with about femininity." Nisha's smile gives Heru to believe.

Taking a heavy breath, Heru pulled Jackson's hand to go with him. Rebelling, that was what Jackson did, but Heru looked at him sharply and made Heru snort in annoyance. Likewise with the sisters who were there, Nisha glanced at him and immediately got sensitivity from Zahra. Pretend to give it a task to check some of the required medications.

"Tell me what makes you this way, Nisha. Calling your name makes me more familiar." Zahra locked the door to her room.

"Thank you in advance, um. Are you really friends or friends?"

"you mean? Me and all of them?" Zahra pointed outwards.

"Yes doc."

Glanced at the woman's face meticulously, and it was true what Zahra was feeling.

"You mean to know something from us? Just tell Nish, I'll help you answer if you want to."

The deg!

Nisha is shocked by what Zahra just said to her, how can she guess the contents of her head.

"Is Ray really a mobster?" I doubt Nisha asked that.

"True, he's a mobster and the leader of the Dark Kill group. The group that was famous for its ruthlessness, mercilessly finished off every single one of its opponents. You really don't know?"

Nodding her head, the tears wetted Nisha's face again. All the suspicions and also all of Ray's background which he did not know, were answered already. His heart was beating fast, as well as his breathing was getting irregular.

"Calculate Nish, your guess is not as bad as you think. Ray's a mobster, but I assure you he's a good guy. He'll punish those who make mistakes, don't think badly of him." Zahra tried to convince Nisha not to think far.

Removing a trace of tears on her face, Nisha's mind at that moment was completely muddled. Appearing her fine self, Zahra felt relieved. He suspects that if Nisha can accept who Ray really is, they finally say goodbye to go home soon.

In Nisha's mind there are still many questions about who her husband really is, whether she is only used as a tool and also a prisoner for life. Upon his arrival at the mansion, when he was about to go inside. Suddenly Nisha stopped and looked at Heru.

"Sister, is there any news from Ray?"

"All right." With a gontai step Nisha entered her room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes glared through the window. Tears poured down from the corner of his eyes, the tightness of his chest made him feel even worse.

Why did you cover it up, even after everything you got from me. You disappeared without any news, now he is present in my stomach. Is this your purpose for me? make me your contentment and prisoner in this luxurious house of yours, after you are satisfied. With ease you throw me away like this garbage, the hyx the hyx. Cruel you mas.

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Across the country, Ray feels better. Being hit by a shot that almost took his life, making him have to stay for some time there.

"Sir." Bibby was worried to see Ray standing in front of her.

Giving a gesture of his hand as a sign that if he is fine, Ray wears his clothes and rushes out of the room where he has been for some time.

"Where's my phone?" Ray searched for the presence of the select object throughout the corner of the room.

Bibby immediately opened a special closet belonging to Ray and showed the existence of the object.

"Damn, why must I die. Change that phone, before that give me your phone. Hurry along!" The firmness of Ray's words made Bibby jump in shock.

The phone has now changed hands, dialing a number that turned out to be inactive.

Try the second number, which should wait as well to get an answer. After a while, his efforts yielded results.

"Why bro?" Heru who answered the call called the phone immediately mentioned the name of his friend.

"Bro bro, find yourself dead huh! Give my wife the phone!"

"Mr Ray! Ba good sir." Heru suddenly had a heart attack hearing who had just spoken to him.

Running like he was in a race, Heru with his long steps towards the mansion and Nisha's room.

Tok tok...

Clamps!

"Sir Heru, what's wrong?" Nisha was shocked when she saw Heru with breath that was almost like an oxygen-deprived fish.

" This is it, Mr. Ray wants to talk." Heru hand handed the phone to Nisha with a trembling hand.

Mas Ray?!

Nisha hesitates to accept it, but the longing is greater than her selfishness.

"Hallo mas."

" Babies! Ah finally, sorry dear. He will be back soon..." The words came to a halt as Nisha interrupted her first.

"Go home if you feel you have a responsibility towards your wife, otherwise. Better to disappear without anyone knowing." Clik.

"This is my brother, thank you."

The door of the room closed, Heru could only be stunned by what he had just witnessed. So far no one has dared to interrupt or make a Ray feel insulted like this with such a sharp speech, but this time the person has become his master at once.

"Mampus, there will be a movie titled husband lost wife calm. Huh, that's it." Heru came back out of the mansion to prepare for the return of his master.