
After learning the truth, Karin decides to leave Dion.
He also did not want to be a victim of that man. A man who only wants to marry a woman to get hundreds of children.
It's nauseating.
Dion is alone now. Kneeling in the middle of the road, lamenting his unfortunate fate.
The rain so heavy it soaked. That was not even felt like it. The man fell. His barren self-talk came back to his mind.
Is he really barren? Is that reality true? Is he the one who can't process the baby branch? Whether and whether, the man began to doubt himself.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!"yelling, that was all he could do at this moment.
His life is completely ruined. No one accompanied him anymore. Everything has gone now, leaving itself.
****
The morning returned. Dion was seen riding a public transport. Whether to go where, he definitely looked faint and with an expression of frustration on his face.
Before long, the transportation he was riding stopped. Poured five grand, then it went down.
Now the man was standing right in a big hospital in the city. Staring with a hard to describe view.
To be sure, his forehead at this moment was shrinking with it. His eyes also poked sharply at the building filled with sick people.
Sighs heavily, then begins to walk into the building. Go to the main lobby and see the doctor.
"Sir, what's the complaint?"ask the woman's doctor.
For a moment Dion was silent. Staring low. Thinking back to his arrival today. Well, he came to check on her fertility.
Whether he can actually process baby seeds or not. That's what he wants to know right now.
Nearly ten women have been infected, but none have been pregnant to date. Some were even pregnant but it was definitely not from the seedlings.
Plus the words of Reta yesterday, inexplicably made Dion immediately continue to pensive. Thinking about what he said is true.
Otherwise, why has he not succeeded to date also make one woman pregnant with her child. There must be something wrong with those women if it wasn't for her.
After quite a long time of gathering determination, finally this man was willing as well. Come and check out his bottom combat gear.
"Bec ... I want a check to ... Desperate."
"Fine please come with us sir."The doctor said kindly.
Dion's risen. Now I'm tailing behind the woman's doctor. It feels very nervous. Soon he'll know if he's barren or not.
****
Do not tick the sound of seconds wall clock that continues to move. Dion was watching him.
While the specialist who was handling him seemed busy checking in his room.
Dion was only told to take out a small amount of his combat tool liquid. After that, he was told to sit down and wait outside. The results will be out soon, the doctor said.
Minutes passed by, not feeling it had been almost an hour. Dion sat down waiting for the results of his examination.
Nervous, of course the man was nervous. His heart was beating faster than usual. I am a little scared to hear the results later. But, inevitably he himself must know it is not.
"Clekk!" The doctor came out of the room.
He approached the patient who appeared to be sitting on a sofa chair. Dion's getting shaky. Swallowed his Saliva roughly.
Cold sweat. His legs even started to grow dark as the specialist walked over.
"Sir Dion!" The doctor sat down in front of his patient.
"Yes Doc?"dion said with a curious and fearful face.
Dion took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
"Please read it."
"good. Sorry sir before, this we also have done the examination repeatedly. But the result remains the same. Sir, you're BARREN!"
!!!!!
The Doctor's words were like a bolt of lightning that struck Dion's soul and body instantly. Who would not be surprised to know the bitter truth.
Dion, the doctor just told me he's MANDUL!
"No!!" Dion took the sheet of paper. Directly read the gist of his own medical results.
His eyes were perfectly rounded again. Turns out to be right, he really is BARREN! he's an impotent man.
Nah! There must be some mistake. The doctor must have made a mistake.
"Ohhhhhh!!!" Dion's disbelief could only cry out in despair. The bitter reality was clearly and clearly before his eyes. Again he's BARREN!
"Brukkk!!" The man just fell. His body was helpless on the hospital floor.
He's unconscious already.
So great was his lack of acceptance of the truth. Bitter, it is a very painful truth.
Not just for Dion, but for all the men out there who are going through the same thing. It's painful. It feels painful and very painful.
"Nurse!! Come here.!!"The doctor who was also panicking asked for help.
****
In that general ward. Dion still lay weak. Still unconscious. Although this has been a while.
I don't know why the man didn't realize either. Maybe now he prefers to sleep in the dreamland there.
Instead of having to get up and face something this painful. Extending the time of fainting is sometimes an option for someone not to wake up and face the problems that are waiting.
They try to avoid and keep avoiding. But I want to see when it will be. Sooner or later he has to get up and memorize it, right?
That's what Dion is doing right now. Now his eyes are starting to defend. Slowly looking back at the world.
Dion, his days will feel much heavier from now on. Where he will go through with complete solitude. The emptiness and solitude.
Women, free again the women are present in his life. That means nothing anymore. Free, from now on it is free.
Dion, he's been declared barren. Can't process the baby. Complement in the household relationship.
His life is over. What his ex-wife Reta said was true. She's barren. That's why he doesn't impregnate women either.
Even though he was pounding it all the time, every minute even every second if necessary as well.
Dion, what a pity his fate is right now. Can only wail and wail. Maybe that's what karma says.
Continue to call the women barren even though he himself is barren. Forcing the women to get pregnant with him immediately who can not impregnate.
Huff Dion, this is real life. This is the real truth.
From now on, he should know himself. You can't force anymore because he can't give.
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