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🌸Pov Dewa🌸

Maharani closed his eyes tightly. The white cloth that covered her body made me unable to bear to cry. Even though I am a man, still, I am weak if I have to lose it.

Even though I shook his leg, he still did not wake up. His eyes kept shut tight. Lips pale. But believe me, the beauty of his heart still radiates.

"Wake up Maha, wake up dear. Don't go again. Don't leave me again. No,, No, No, Mahaaa!!!"

Apparently it was just a dream. But why should I dream of her dead self? And why am I afraid of losing her again? Could it be that he was likening what was happening to Nada at the moment?

I woke up in a room that I could slowly recognize was a hospital room. I became more convinced when I saw a woman dressed as a nun walking across me.

"You're already aware apparently. Let me call the doctor first to check on you" he said.

"Sus, where's Nada?? How's he doing?" I asked to prevent his departure.

I can already clearly remember the accident that hit us both just now around the corner. That terrible event may have made me dream about the Empress. My dream made me anxious for my second Empress.

I don't want him to leave me either. I was traumatized enough by the loss of the lover of the heart. I don't want to repeat it again.

"Oh your wife. He survived. The baby survived too. Fortunately, the mother and baby are strong. The help provided by the local residents was also quick so it was not too late. But your wife is unconscious. Wait sir, where are you going????!!!"

I do not care about the infusion hose that was forced by my movements that suddenly wake up and get out of the patient's bed. Then the sister was only able to call me who didn't care. The sisters continued to follow my indeterminate steps in the direction of looking for Nada.

I am still in shock with the accident and now more shocked to hear the sister's statement. Like a dazed and crazy person, I walked in an indeterminate direction with a thousand questions in my head.

Pregnant tones?? With who?? Does she have a husband? Didn't she always say she was single? Was it the pregnancy that made her want that pickle? Is this the source of the problem all along? Does she know she's pregnant??

A myriad of questions lodged in my head. I was busy guessing and then I was upset by all the possible answers. There is a sense of pity and disappointment to know the middle tone of two bodies.

I'm sure he doesn't know his current condition. Iba because it seems like no one can be held accountable by him. But the disappointment perched in the chest is also no less powerful.

I was disappointed in him for not being able to take care of himself and his honor until he ended up with a line two like this. I was disappointed that the sweet girl who I was about to make a substitute for the most privileged woman I was not worthy of being compared to the Maharani.

"Your wife's room is here, sir." the sister's cry ended my confusion and confusion.

I looked up and swallowed my saliva. Imagining the girl still lying there unconscious made me worry. I feel guilty if I don't see him. I'm the one to blame for this accident. I was speeding so that caused both of us to fall. The car was also wrong but I was also wrong. Can't take care of him.

But I was disappointed in him, and he broke all my hopes. I didn't want to see his face again but the heart refused to go. I wonder how hysterical she would be if she knew she was pregnant.

Will he be hysterical?? Or did he know his condition but never tell me?? Why has he been quiet all this time? Why didn't you say it? Why not be honest?? Makes me plant vain hope.

The negative side of me started judging him. I blame him for the loss of my hope to him. I blame his presence in this life. I blame his dishonesty for acknowledging his status.

"Let's sir. Your wife is starting to wake up. You accompany me here first let me call the doctor." Sister forced me in.

All right, let's go in as the person responsible for harming him earlier. It doesn't have to be more than that. Throw away your disappointment God. Take responsibility!!

"God." called him soft when he saw me.

Ida, I'm sorry for him. This heart still loves him. The desire to protect him was still very large when the weak body was trying to reach me.

"Don't move much first. Wait for the doctor to come and finish examining you." The first time I spoke softly to him.

And the first time he did it to me. Tone is weak. Holding his head which may still be dizzy due to the influence of the drug earlier. Shortly after, the doctor came. Greet and then check.

Until he arrived at his queen's stomach, the doctor smiled.

"Mom and baby are just as healthy. Just need rest to restore the condition of post-drug injection. I can also go home later. No serious injuries."

I was curious about his reaction to hearing the doctor say that.

🌸Pov Nada🌸

Although my head still feels very dizzy, but I am sure that both of my ears are still normal and I did not hear wrong.

"Mom and baby are just as healthy. Just need rest to restore the condition of post-drug injection. I can also go home later. No serious injuries."

I can hear it all well but I can't take it well. My tears flow without my control. Although inexperienced but once again I made it clear that I am not a stupid girl who can not digest the word.

Mother and baby, that is, I'm pregnant.

I just can't get my period this month. I should have wanted that pickle. It is fitting that I feel the end of this I often feel tired quickly even though it is not accompanied by nausea vomiting as in most other young pregnant women.

After I remember everything was worth it. Except for my unmarried status. That is very inappropriate considering there is a life in the womb that needs recognition later.

"The atmosphere is guarded ma'am. Don't be too happy, don't be too sad. Poor fetus. He could feel his mother's sadness. The point is stabilized yes. Balanced." said the doctor.

I still can't stop crying.

Let the doctor talk as he pleases. He doesn't know what I owe. He doesn't know what my problem is. No one knows. Let everyone talk as they please!!

"I'll take good care of him doc. Don't worry."

The burly hand suddenly felt soft as it stroked my forehead and slowly wiped away my tears. The lips that often provoke the commotion also now sound soothing he said.

"As a husband, that's how it should be. Once again I congratulate your wife's pregnancy." the doctor greeted the gods before finally leaving us alone in the room.

"Thank you doc."

Now he's gonna ask me a lot. Where did I start answering?? It's all a disgrace,,,

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