Savingswoman
62. Disillusioned

Max kicked whatever he saw. Along the foot stepped sounding slam of broken goods.

The gripping aura was clearly visible from Max. A reddened face, a sharp gaze, and do not forget the clenched hands make ready even those who see must immediately understand.

Brak!

Max slammed the room door firmly. His eyes seemed to stretch, obscuring the room. Silent, and lonely.

His sturdy legs stepped firmly into the bathroom. Her pliers clenched tightly through the already chaotic bathroom. Spills of shampoo, soap, and other toiletries are his eye jewel catches.

Slowly Max stepped forward, splitting between the sticky floor slowly. His eyes sharpened to see an object that was foreign to him, but he knew its function scattered around with a sad state.

Max crouched down, picked up that one white thing. His eyes crossed looking at line two there.

“So you're really pregnant?” Max gripped the thing.

No!

The crack sounds rang out loud, the little thing split into two in one hand.

“Argh, brand**k.”

Max got up out of that bathroom. His gaze sharpened to see Salsha who did not reveal the trunk of her nose. In fact he had been waiting for her almost an hour after her departure from the Pharmacy.

Bad thoughts about Salsha killing the innocent child began to lodge in her brain, causing her chest to suddenly feel claustrophobic.

“No, I'm sure Salsha wouldn't be that cruel to kill our son. Even so, the fetus is his own flesh and blood.” Max tried to convince himself. A gentle smile was seen from his face. The shadow of those who are going to have a marriage, and have a happy family makes him happy.

****

Salsha stared at the medicine in her grasp. A nervousness began to creep in his heart. There was a bitter drop that he felt, making him a little shaky to eliminate the innocent fetus.

“I'm sorry, but I have no choice. I just want to conceive Farel's child.” Salsha stroked her stomach gently.

His love for Farel blinded him. Even with the heart to eliminate the innocent fetus in his body. However, she was still a mother, who must have felt the pain of seeing her flesh and blood that she was about to vanish.

The black net was covered with a clear liquid dripping down every corner of his eyes. Her cries trembled with opening the medicine pack.

Still with his eyes closed, Salsah thoughtlessly swallowed the medicine grains without any hesitation.

“I'm sorry.” Salsha muttered indistinctly.

The black net was open, the twitching on his forehead was clearly visible. The beautiful face was getting pale in addition to the sweat points that appeared on the forehead.

His slender hands squeezed his stomach tightly. The pain began to he felt, creeping, mercilessly piercing his back. His lower stomach tightened as the pain he felt.

“Argh, why does it hurt so much?” Salsha gasped between the pain she felt.

His eyes began to twitch along with a blood clot that came out between his legs. The shocked face was clearly visible from there. Shakingly he stared right under his feet. His body convulsed violently, the feeling of guilt mixed with pain made him collapse.

Salsha tried to stay conscious, in between the pain she kept her eyes open, avoiding things that were not desirable. Her cries trembled to reach for the glass of water that she deliberately provided beside the nightstand. Slowly he reached for the glass. However, everything was not as easy as he thought.

Prangs!

Salsha stared at the broken glass with nanar. He needs water now. His throat was dry, his face looked very wet, a mixture of tears and sweat.

“Is this my destiny?” Salsha asked herself on the sidelines as her consciousness began to thin.

Brak!

It was clearly a handsome male figure who was running with a face full of sweat.

“Breng**k! What are you doing Salsha?”

Max, the man who forced her to break into Salsha's apartment. Seeing the condition of Salsha who was far from being okay made her heart rumble. Fear, worry, and hate poured out of his chest.

Bayanagan about the happy family vanished in an instant as his eyes stared at the medicine pack and the state of Salsha lying with a blood clot in between.

“If anything happens to my son, I will never forgive you.”

Salsha who was still half-conscious heard Max's voice. Guilt began to break his heart. However, it was all too late, and he did not regret it at all.

***

“Doctor, help me.” Max panicked.

The hospital looked silent, probably because of the clock that showed midnight. The noise made Max made some nurses who saw him dumbfounded.

A man with an extraordinary stature yet, his face tightly shut was lifting a woman with blood rushing down.

The horrific sight made several nurses run towards Max, not forgetting to bring a gurney.

Max slowly put Salsha's body there. Her voice trembled, fear began to dominate.

The nurses immediately pushed the gurney quickly. Max just stared at Salsha's nanar that was being carried away. His tang clenched tightly, making his muscles bulge, revealing his blue veins among the whites.

His eyes caught his hands and his clothes were filled with Salsha's blood. That handsome face looked desperate.

***

Raisya stared silently at the sleeping Farel. For some reason after Farel said he would divorce Salsha he felt uneasy.

Bad shadows always haunt him, making him unconsciously begin to feel excessive fear. He was afraid he would be targeted later. Apart from Salsha causing the divorce to occur, but he could not take his hands off, he was also guilty.

“God forgive me.” Raisya muttered softly.

Her green net looked around, the luxurious room looked silent. Slowly he got up. His legs carried him out down the hallway that looked lonely. Every step he went through did not make him calm, the worry was quite domineering.

“Mrs.”

Raisya was shocked to hear the call. Her hand held her chest that was pounding. He slowly turned his back to stare at the owner of the voice.

Jesika looked at Raisya with frowning brows. What is Raisya doing in the middle of the night like that, walking like a desperate man?

“Are you okay.” Jesika. Her outstretched cry held onto Raisa's slender shoulder.

Raisya who got the touch realized from his thinking. After seeing Jesika, for some reason he had many questions and requests.

“Yes, I'm fine.” Raisya smile.

Jesika looked at Raisya's strange smile. A smile is like a smile full of burdens.

“You can't sleep?” Jesika was trying to melt the atmosphere. Seeing that smile made him interested in comforting Raisya, or helping her.

“Eh, yes. I can't sleep.” Raisya chuckled small.

“What about a glass of Matcha?”

“Oh, not bad. Come.”

A few minutes later, the table was filled with two Matcha glasses and a plate of cookies. Raisya who just stared at the glass without touching it made Jesika clumsy.

“What's the problem?” Jesika smiled gently.

Raisya raised his head, looking straight at Jesika who was looking at him gently. “No, it's just, there are some things that block.”

“Oh, Yes, what is it?” Jesika raised next to her brows feeling curious about Raisya's statement.

“Who are you really?” Raisya looked straight at Jesika.

Jesika who heard the question stiffened. Who himself? Does Raisya know anything about him?

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Cassian Max 😭😭😭

Thanks for reading, though,,

the next part i. God will be exciting,,, awaited continuation ya😘

Maybe there's something to tell Salsha, Max, Farel, or Raisya, or, uh,,,