PASSION OF MY WIFE'S FRIEND
Ziva The Malang

A pregnant woman whom others refer to as a homeless woman is walking down the shoulder of the road as usual to look for food scraps in every trash can she encounters. His stomach was already getting bigger, so he would feel very exhausted when the road was more than a kilometer.

He stopped at an unused stop, although initially he was traumatized by the stop because he had been chased by an insane man who led him to the place of hell, it is a place for people who have mental disorders.

"I'm so tired .." he lamented while wiping the sweat that was pouring in the temples and neck.

The weather this afternoon was quite blistering, making him very thirsty. Where today he had not yet gotten any food, making his body feel even more limp.

The woman rubbed her large protruding belly, no matter how hard she hit her stomach so that the baby in the womb could come out and she miscarried, would end up in vain. If he had a lot of money, maybe he had done the abbor because he did not want to conceive a child from Haidar, the man who made it like this.

"If I come to Haidar's apartment, what I get is not a confession. Except maki and insults. It's the same as if I'm plunging myself into a pit of misery" he said.

"If this child is born later, I promise to put this child in an orphanage. Or I just stay in the trash can, I don't want my life to be more miserable because of this kid."

Ziva again beat his stomach as hard as he still had. But, as always, it ends in vain.

Suddenly he was shocked after beating his stomach. He felt something move from there.

"Someone is moving" he said.

He placed his palm on his stomach to feel the movement he had just felt. And he felt the movement from inside.

"Is this the baby's response because I've been beating my stomach?" thought.

Ziva glued his palms together to make sure that the movement he felt was indeed from the baby in the womb.

Until the movement from inside his stomach no longer felt. Somehow he felt very sad and wanted something in there to move again.

"Did I have to beat him up again for him to respond?" thought.

"Ah yes, it seems like yes. I had to hit him in the stomach for him to move again."

Ziva beat him in the stomach, but no matter how hard he hit his stomach, something inside no longer gave him a response in the form of motion.

"Where is he? Why didn't he call? Am I hitting him too hard? Ah, come on, move again."

Ziva hit his stomach again, but now it is slower not to hurt something in his stomach. Until finally his attention was diverted as soon as he heard the voices of many people who shouted in panic.

"What's that sound?" Ziva stopped his punch and got up from there.

Up ahead was a fork, and he heard the boisterous noise of the people from the corner of the right-hand road.

"I have to go there to check it out."

Ziva rushes away from there, worried that something might happen there.

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