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CHAPTER 25a
The remote clinic from the outside seemed closed and quiet, inversely proportional to the atmosphere inside. The look of the clinic from the outside is deliberately made silent and worn as if unskilled. Hiding behind the label of herbal medicine when in it is not so. Aim to make illegal activities that take place unsuspecting.
Anggi knows this location because while in college he had heard rumors about this abortion place from the naughty students of om-om mistress. Armed only with the cryptic info, Anggi found a location that had never been imagined would be beside him.
Inside, there were already many people sitting in waiting chairs. Most of the young women, approximate college age. Even some who look young, Anggi estimates the possibility of young women who sit side by side with a distended om-om still sitting on the bench of High School.
Anggi was stunned in the doorway, hesitating to enter the place of the curse that honestly made his hair shudder in horror. A place he never visited in his life.
"Sir, can I help you?"
Anggi blinked and was a little surprised when a woman who seemed to be one of the clinic workers asked him.
"Don't want a list, too?" ask her again because the one asked never answered.
Anggi felt his tongue was a bit. It even bites the lips. Doubt entangled him tightly, but the impulse of pain in his heart regained control. His head nodded despite the faint.
"Yeah. I-I want a list," he stuttered.
The woman in white uniform nodded. No need to ask anymore, because the intention of the arrival of the patients to this place was clearly about to do what.
"Whose people are here? Someone better take you. It is not recommended to go home alone. Worried about side effects after the procedure, at least there are accompanying. Most of the people who come here are escorted by friends or partners," he explained while pointing the chin at the rows of people who sit in waiting chairs.
"Mr?"
The nurse patted Anggi's shoulder making Anggi scowl.
"Sa-I was picked up by so-sopir. So don't go home alone" he told a lie. "Is there a lot of queue?" Anggi asked while watching the entire room.
"Yes, there's still a lot in line. But if you want to be quick and upfront, it can be arranged."
The nurse showed a smile of greed as a gesture and Anggi immediately understood the implied intent. He took ten pieces of money a hundred thousand from the bag, folded it and slipped it into the nurse's pocket.
"Can you do it faster?" pinta Anggi though looks unsure.
"Berez, Ma'am. Wait approximately thirty minutes more, after completion of the patient being treated now. Mommy can turn immediately. I will call later. Please wait a minute."
With reluctance, Anggi took the back seat. His interlocked fingers, trembling were also ice-cold. He took a breath and exhaled slowly. Trying to calm down and doctrine his mind that his decision was right. Even from any angle, his actions were a big mistake.
The intents in his heart weakened and strengthened every minute. It was just that every time he remembered himself was only seen as a means of redemption that not even Juna really considered a wife, the intention was reinforcing.
His soul was already fragile due to the too much weight of heartache that was spilled earlier. Unable to bear anymore if later he also had to watch his flesh blood is not as desirable as himself, while he could not escape and run away from the entanglement of Juna for the sake of the mother who rests a lot of hope on him.
"Mrs Anggita."
His daydreams fell when he heard his name called. With a feeling of uncertainty, Anggi stepped into the doctor's room while holding the increasingly urgent clear water in the eyeball and tightness in the chest.
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