FORCED CHEATING
15H2C (PLEASE WORRY)

Sofi looked up at Mirza fiercely. "disgust you say? After everything was like this you said it was disgusting? You selfish man!"

"Don't switch the conversation, answer me! Answer!" Snap Mirza.

Mirza's soft and loving figure is gone already, replaced with an emotionally-controlled Mirza. Mirza's left hand clenched firmly. If he were to hit one object as an impingement, a single blow would have been smashed to pieces. But Mirza keeps trying to keep her sanity.

"Can't you answer?" Sindir Mirza with a cynical smile. "Okay, I'm helping to remind you." Mirza's chest went down and up holding back the emotions that were ready to explode again. "Where did the male Caucasian who drove you to the hospital while on Delta Cruise go? Why doesn't he come back until you're healed?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Obviously that's my business! And I need to know because he must know you better than I do."

Sofi wiped her rough tears with her hands. "You want to throw responsibility? He and I are done, satisfied with you?"

"Oh, so you guys ever had a relationship?" Mirza is still cynical but this time feels a bit of a win.

"Don't bring up my problem, I didn't come here to ask you for it!"

"But that's my problem, because you dragged me to get involved when it was obvious there was someone else before me! Now that it's all clear, I'm not the right person for you to take responsibility for." Tandas Mirza is confident of victory.

Sofi was startled, standing up to Mirza who was about to leave her and intercept Mirza's steps. "What do you mean?"

"You don't pretend to be stupid!" Mirza pointed at Sofi's face fiercely. "First, you don't want to answer with whom else you're doing that disgusting thing other than me. Second, you don't want to be frank about who that bule guy is?"

Sofi started crying again. "Your path! I think you're a good man in charge, but I was wrong. I'm wrong to judge you!" Sofi beat Mirza with her hand.

"One more time, who's the guy who came out of your room when you said he wasn't feeling well when I took you to my friend's birthday party?"

Duarr!

Sofi was really shocked, her beautiful face was instantly pias.

Mirza laughed, cynical and sharp at Sofi hang no longer deserves his sympathy. "Can't you answer anymore?" Mirza walked up to Sofi's slempang bag in the guest chair and showed it to Sofi. "I don't want to deal with you anymore. Go now, go!" Dismissed Mirza from pushing Sofi.

"You're upset with me?" Sofi asked on the sidelines of her crying.

"Yes! I don't want to see you again, you cunning bitch!" Umpat Mirza is full of hate.

"No, I don't want to leave until you're in charge of this fetus!" Sofi kekeh's.

"Well, then you ask to be treated harshly apparently." Mirza opened the door wide and dragged Sofi forcibly.

"Mirza, zimbabwe. You're too much." Sofi cried even harder, she refused to accept being treated like that by Mirza.

"Go, I said!" Mirza pushed back Sofi's body.

Braak!

Sofi fell down and hit the door. Just then Om Jaka came and was shocked not to play.

"Mirza, what the hell is this?" Om Jaka try to help Sofi wake up.

Sofi held onto her head which suddenly felt heavy.

"Not to be helped, Om. He deserves to be treated like that!"

Om Jaka stand up,

THE PLAQUE!

One hard slap landed on Mirza's right cheek. Mirza was surprised to not expect to get a slap gift from Omnya.

"Om never taught to be rude to women! Moreover, she is pregnant with your child!"

Mirza stroked her right cheek that felt hot, then smiled cynically while looking at Sofi who was still sitting while holding her head.

"She's not pregnant with my son, Om!"

"What do you mean?" Om Jaka was shocked to interfere in wonder. "Is it really like that, Sofia?" Om Jaka instead asked Sofi who is now hissing to endure the pain in his head.

"Not ask him. He will not be ngaku. What's clear is that she didn't just do it to me, and she purposely said I was pregnant with my son just to set me up, Om!" Mirza Papar.

Sofi shook her head strongly while sobbing stifled, her blond hair was messy as she hugged herself to alleviate the pain in her head that was becoming more and more. "I swear this is Mirza's son, this is Mirza's son ... " Lirih Sofi before finally drooping on the floor.

"Mirza, he's passed out!" Om Jaka panicked.

Mirza cuek as if nothing happened.

Om Jaka immediately checked the state of Sofi who was full of cold sweat.

"Mirza, she really fainted instead of acting!" Om Jaka is anxious because Mirza just stands indifferent.

"Yes, continues?"

"You don't be stupid! If there's anything with him we'll be blamed. Om does not want to be dragged, Om still want to marry again. I'm tired of being a widower! I want to live happily too!" Om Jaka is hysterical himself.

"Yes, call an ambulance." Mirza wants to call an ambulance.

Mirza cursed to herself. "Damn!"

But he also lifted the limp body Sofi into the car Om Jaka.

Om Jaka drove his car to a clinic with concern. But Mirza just sits casually next to Om Jaka. Sofia was laid in the middle seat.

"Lho, Om? How come here anyway? Is this a maternity clinic?" Mirza was astonished when Om Jaka's car entered the parking lot of a clinic with a large sign that read "KLINIK MATERNITY LIGHT HEART MOTHER"

The sreet!

Om Jaka parked his car. "This is the most impressive with the house. The sooner he gets help, the better?"

"Obstill Om."

"Yes, bring Sofi down!" Om Jaka's Command.

Mirza looked once reluctant, she opened the car door and rushed towards the IGD to call the sisters.

"Za! Went where? Mirza!" Om Jaka exclaimed as he opened the door thinking Mirza would leave him.

Before long two nurses came to push the cage and make Om Jaka relieved.

"I don't want to touch it." Mirza glanced at Sofi who had been moved to the top of the cage.

"So soon we'll know if she's pregnant or not?" Said Om Jaka while patting Mirza on the shoulder and then followed the nurses' quick steps towards IGD.

Mirza.

It is also true, said Om Jaka. Couldn't Sofi just admit I'm pregnant? The test pack could be that he picked up from the trash or out of nowhere intentionally wanted to fool me?

Mirza felt power now, her mind gradually calmed down. When the doctor checks on Sofi, he intends to ask the doctor to check on Sofi's pregnancy as well.

With wide strides Mirza overtakes Om Jaka to IGD. Om Jaka was standing at the IGD's door.

"Sofi is being dealt with. We're not allowed in yet." Om Jaka said before Mirza could ask anything.

"Goodoo. I hope she's not really pregnant." Mirza mumbled like she was talking to herself.

"Om has also asked the doctor to do an examination on Sofi's fetus. She said she was pregnant."

"Om Jaka is really smart." Praise Mirza, but Om Jaka did not react at all. He looked tense with both hands crossed on his chest and the view pointed to the clinic's floor. Mirza himself has more relaxed now and does not bother with the attitude of Om Jaka who is like waiting for his wife to give birth.

Some time later the doctor who examined Sofi out and was greeted with a full sense of concern by Om Jaka.

"Where are you, doc?" Om Jaka was a little nervous.

"You're the patient's husband?" Ask the doctor about Om Jaka.

"No, I am .. his uncle."

"You?" The doctor looked at Mirza.

"Oh, not really." Mirza raised both of her palms. "I ... " Mirza thought for a moment. If he claims to be not who Sofia is, it is likely not allowed to enter the doctor's room to listen to the doctor's explanation about Sofi.

"I'm his cousin's sister." Mirza continued after finding the right word.

"Well, the important thing is that there are representatives from the patient's family. Please come with me to the room now." The glasses doctor was firm.

Mirza and Om Jaka were sitting opposite the strict-faced female doctor.

"So how's he doing, doc?" Repeated Om Jaka still with nervousness and mixed kepo at this time.

The doctor looked at Muirza and Om Jaka alternately.

"Patients are exhausted. Maybe he's under pressure, so less rest and a lot of thought."

"Then what about the content, doc? Mirza is hunting impatiently.

"He ... " The doctor paused for a moment not immediately continuing his sentence.

The half-brought-over gray-haired doctor instead looked at Mirza with a hard to interpret gaze and made Mirza groggy.

Mirza waited for the next sentence the doctor would say,

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