Retaliation of Mafia Wives
155. Noisy (lb)
"Ma, why does my stomach hurt so much, huh?" ask Jesy.
"We should go to the doctor, honey. How many months have we not checked your content" said Sasdia.
"Keep we should what, Ma? We don't even have money" Jesy said.
"We're trying to ask Rical, yeah. Mana knows he's kind enough to give a little money" Sasdia suggested.
"Come on, I'm not sure." Jesy lowered his head while rubbing his distended stomach.
Sasdia stared at Jesy's sad face, the middle-aged woman sighed as she rubbed the princess' stomach. "Grandmother is strong, there's definitely nothing there?" sasdia whispered in front of Jesy's distended stomach.
Test …. Sasdia looked up when she felt her cheeks wet with water droplets. The middle-aged woman looked at the princess who was crying silently. Almost every day pregnant women cry, for various reasons. Sasdia and Torih who saw it can only calm the princess.
Sasdia hugged Jesy's body which was already shaking from crying. "Honey," Sasdia called slowly.
"My son needs his father, Ma. He needs and wants to be touched and touched by his father. I'm sure, my stomach hurts a lot, because he protests in there."
Sasdia's heart was sliced to hear the princess's sobbing. Not to mention with Jesy's heart that almost every day he took out. "What should I do again, Ma? I'm tired, I want a break from this. I'm …."
Jesy finally let go of his crying voice. "It feels so bad to hold back my tears, can I occasionally let go like this?" keep Jesy.
"Let go, honey. Don't get arrested again, let go." Sasdia replied in between her tears.
"I want to be happy too, Mom. If Rical doesn't want to think of me as his wife, at least he remembers this child. It's his biological son, but until recently he never even greeted his future son."
"What's wrong?" Torih's voice distracts Sasdia. The middle-aged man approached and looked at his daughter who was still crying.
"Try, Mas. Pity our son, every day his stomach hurts" said Sasdia.
"Mr Carves is in the guest room, I'll try to negotiate with him."
"What negotiation?" Erick's voice took over the attention of the three humans who were in the dining room.
"Mr Carves," said Torih slowly.
"You're noisy, I'm not focused on my work. Stop that crying, drama once you." Since Helen's impetus a few months ago, Rical's attitude has completely changed to Jesy. The man who usually looks relaxed, now turned indifferent and so cold to Jesy.
"Rical, help us this time. Jesy stomach every day feel pain, Jesy need to see a doctor. How many months the content has not been checked" explained Sasdia.
Rical stared flatly at Jesy who still seemed to be letting out tears. "She was spoiled, Cara was also pregnant. But never like you. Deliberately wanting to get the attention of others, drama," Rical scorned.
Sasdia's eyes bully hearing Rical's words. "He's not a Rical drama, Jesy is really in pain. You can't compare her to the way she always gets anything from her husband. As for Jesy, don't touch him, just glance at him you never did" Sasdia protested.
Rical smiled obliquely. "Touching? I didn't want to, just seeing his face made me want to vomit. Don't take much of your drama, stop the crying. Don't make a noise in my mansion, if you want to cry, go to your room and hold your voice."
Jesy clenched his hands looking at Rical's back which started moving from there. "At least greet your son, Rical!"
Rical's steps came to a halt upon hearing Jesy's scream. The man turned his back and looked at Jesy with eleven raised eyebrows. "If you don't recognize me as your wife, at least greet your son. He's your real son, your flesh and blood" Jesy said.
Rical chuckled cynically, after which the man turned to look at Torih who was surprised. "Please ask your father, he's experienced in this matter, right? If you hate your mother, there is no taste for her child. Isn't that Mr Torih?"
Deg …. Torih looked at the sturdy back of Rical who was starting to move away from there. The guilt re-emerged in his heart. Torih lowered his head while sighing heavily. While Jesy has continued his crying with Sasdia who tried hard to calm down.