Let's, Divorce
The Part 65
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"You've killed my son!"
Viana who heard that was immediately jumped in shock as well as the others, especially when the woman continued to roar while hitting her own chest, Viana who seemed confused immediately pulled her hand and entered into a room.
"You Viana?" ask a woman in a medical suit and suit.
"Yes, I'm Viana."
"Follow him for a change of clothes" he said again, wearing rubber gloves and then going out somewhere.
Viana turned to the person appointed by the doctor who was none other than the one who pulled her just now, then after that he also circulated the view to the entire room where all seemed creepy for him who had never seen it directly but enough on TV or drama that he watched it was just a glance.
"Come, hurry," said the person again with a sharp look of eyes towards Viana.
"D-yes"
Viana took what she was thrust at, and then she walked a few steps, her stomach hurt and more than usual, stirring, this is no longer nausea and want to vomit but also felt in shredded shreds until the sweat that comes out is similar to a person who just finished bathing.
"Why you?"
"Water, I want to drink," the slightly bent Viana's pinta held onto her increasingly aching stomach.
"Wait, just sit down first" he replied, pointing to the bed that was still very neat.
Viana simply nodded and shuddered in horror as she watched the tool kit above the iron nightstand.
"Geez, what will it feel like?" viana muttered increasingly afraid.
He who suddenly remembered Andra's smile before leaving unconsciously even shed tears, not to mention like someone pulled him out of the room.
Viana closed her mouth as she came out and was still standing in front of the door, an incredible sight was now before her eyes. Shouts and screams of regret hurt in Viana's ears were stunned limp, and she did not step up when a middle-aged man ran out holding a girl who might be her age. There were some people in their hands who were hysterical while calling him a name.
From the quarrels and uproar that Viana heard, she finally understood that the girl who had just passed in front of her was the victim died from abortion.
Degs..
"Mother-," said Viana, who finally tried to sneak out.
But alas, he was prevented by a man wearing security clothes. Viana's hands were broken and forced back in. As strong as he rebelled it was not comparable to the energy of people who now continue to push him to quickly enter. Not only that, he who shouted for help was like he was ignored and only in the spectacle between Viana and the people who had just argued for accountability.
"I want to go home, sir, I beg you" said Viana with tears, fear and pain as if so tormenting.
"Going home? after what you just saw, huh?" the jolt that made Viana cover her own face.
"I-i,"
"Would you like to come here?" the question is getting creepy because it keeps yelling.
"No, Sir. I got the wrong address" replied Viana who was forced to lie.
Not yet had the man back to scold him, Viana actually grew limp until slowly all felt spinning and dark, but he was still able to say...
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Andra.. help me.