Revenge Revenge Hanna
Miscarrying

"How's my wife doing, Doc?" michael asked after a doctor who had just come out of the ER room.

Behind him Martin and Belinda with their tense faces stood up and looked forward to the doctor's answer.

"So far Bu Hanna's condition has stabilized, but we still have to wait for the results of the CT scan of her head. For wounds on his hands and feet, there are only bruises, there are no serious injuries" explained the doctor.

"Then, how's it going, Doc?" Martin immediately asked what his thoughts were.

The middle-aged doctor looked silent for a moment and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry .. the patient had a miscarriage," he continued slowly.

"W-what?" exclaim Martin.

It was as if something was squeezing his chest felt tight. The white-haired man slammed into the side of the wall. He was holding his knee that was suddenly weak without energy.

Belinda swiftly supported the body of the husband, he who looks more rigid patting slowly Martin's shoulder and clutching his head into his chest.

While Michael stood stiff, no longer able to speak. His eyes condensed and his face turned sad. He hopes to become a father. The thing he had just been proud of his father was forcibly taken from his wife's womb.

"I'm sorry, excuse me" the doctor said, passing in front of them all.

"Patients can be moved to the nursery yes, sir" said the nurse saw Michael who was still glued.

"Okay, sus, thank you."

Belinda who finally answered saw her son was silent.

A few minutes later the large bed was seen coming out of the ER driven by two sisters.

"Mich, help the nurse push!" belinda nudged her son's arm.

Hanna who looked helplessly limp continued to close her eyes. His body felt crumpled to the bone, even to open his eyes it felt like he had no strength.

On his head was wrapped a bandage that slightly seeped bloodstains. It seemed like a clash of marble floors and iron walls hit his head.

The man slowly touched his wife's fingers, then the other hand pushed the bed down the hallway to the VVIP room ordered by the Delopez family.

Arriving in the room, two sisters say goodbye after checking the infusion hose stuck on the back of Hanna's hand.

"Where are you, Hanna?" Martin asked as the woman opened her eyes.

However, there was no answer only tears that suddenly flowed to hear the doctor's words earlier. That her fetus could not survive due to the violent and repeated collisions on her stomach.

"Report Jessica to the police!" she looked at her husband.

"Jessica? What's with him?" Michael frowned confusedly.

"He pushed me" he replied, sobbing.

Belinda's eyes are breaking, she already guessed that girl did it.

Martin immediately contacted someone by walking out of the room.

"You sure?" ask Michael.

"Don't you believe me?"

"Not ... for what did he do that?"

"For what? Didn't you love her? Or even still until now?"

Michael turned his face away, ignoring Hanna's question.

"I-yes there," replied Belinda stammered.

"Daddy has asked Santo and Wegi to check and send the video immediately. Let's just wait. If it proves that the girl pushed Hanna, we won't stay silent."

Martin with a reddened face and clenched hands back into the room. Belinda ketar ketir saw the expression of her husband, she understood very well the nature of the man. It seemed like the girl had been provoked by his words earlier.

"Did he push you on purpose?" ask Michael again.

"You doubted me?"

"Yes that's not it, there should be no reason for him to do that bad. As far as I know she is not a reckless girl either," he said defending the girl.

"Joyalty can make people dark-eyed, it seems like she can't accept you marrying me instead of her."

Hanna turned her face out the window.

"He doesn't even know anything about my feelings."

"You who know nothing about his feelings, you who understand his feelings too late. It's possible that he's been waiting and holding it all this time, it's just that you're insensitive!"

Michael was speechless, he realized something indeed he felt as if he had the same feelings as the girl. But, it took him a long time to understand what he felt, it turned out to be a feeling of love.

The feeling that continues to be pushed aside because it feels impossible to love a girl whose age is adrift almost 10 years.

However, when he heard that the girl was going to study abroad, there was a feeling of disappointment because he felt that something was missing from his heart. When he wanted to express all his feelings, time was not on his side. His plane landed when he arrived at the airport.

"There's no way Michael has feelings for the spoiled girl. His age was far away, his feelings arose because they often played together."

Martin then answered Hanna's statement.

"Have, now you rest first. Don't think about it, let Daddy take care of him."

Hanna nodded and closed her eyes again.

While Belinda and Martin sat on the sofa available in the room. The man kept looking at his phone waiting with a worried face.

Michael then approached them after ordering coffee through the app.

"Dad, we can't possibly report Jessica to the police if she's found guilty" Michael said of seeing her father.

"Why?"

"Yes Dad, what will his parents respond? Moreover, our relationship with them has never been a problem. The girl is also in college what about her future?" Belinda.

Martin took a long breath.

"This is why anyway? He's already caused Hanna like that! He has also indirectly killed our innocent grandchildren!" the thrill of going up in black saw the two people in front of him alternately.

"You're Michael too! Is there no pain in your heart? Your son has been killed by him, a son who even has the right to live. The child we haven't seen his face and shape!" he continued with bulging and heated eyes.

Hanna held back the sobs that continued to shake her body, her heart suddenly tight at hearing the debate. What makes him sick is, Michael's attitude that seems unwilling Jessica will be reported to the police.

"It seems like the taste is still stored in his heart" whispered Hanna with tears that could not be contained.

"What's the lattice? Lost my son's future? Or know the fact that my husband still loves other women? Ah, never mind, this marriage is also fake and her caring attitude is only because in my womb is stored in the blood of her flesh. Now, everything will be back to how it was." Her mind continues to rage.

"That's not what Michael means, Dad. Which father would not be sad to lose his son. Moreover, he himself had not been able to see his face. Which parent is not hurt to hear his child is just eliminated. Michael is also sick, Dad," he said with teary eyes and a trembling voice.

This was the first time Hanna heard her husband's baritone voice sound weak.

Seriate...