Stain Becomes the 2nd
Getting pregnant?
Emila stared at the two rectangular objects that showed the result of line two with trembling bodies and two glazed eyeballs. "How is this?" He asked stammered while grasping the two rectangular objects. "What should I tell my mom? Mama must be very disappointed!" The woman looked more confused. Tears are falling more and more soaking up the cheeks.
He saw a photo on the wall of his room. It was a picture of his mother and himself when he was a child. "Mama.pardon Mila." Her speech.
The woman's body just slumped onto the floor. He bent his legs and dropped his face on both knees. "Where's this? Hows it? What should I tell Mama? Should I be honest? Mama would be disappointed even to be angry at me." That woman looks fucked.
Today he chose not to work as usual because since a few days ago his body felt very weak what else after spewing food in his stomach this morning. His pale-looking lips were now shaking accompanied by sobs.
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"Mila?" His mother's voice called his name from outside the room.
Emila is confused. What should he answer later if his mother sees him crying at this time.
"Emila, open the door, son. Mama came home from the stall to buy you medicine." The middle-aged woman's voice was again heard calling out Emila's name.
Emila did not want to make her mother wait too long at the door. With a body that felt very weak he got up and stepped limped towards the door.
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The door to the room is open. Ms. Asma was surprised to see her son's face that looked increasingly pale and wet. "Mila's? You crying?" Mom's face panicked.
"Emila, what's going on, son? Why are you crying?" Ask. She was very worried about her daughter's current condition.
No answer came from Emila's mouth. All that was heard was the sound of sobbing cries that sounded so heartbreaking.
Madam Asma certainly made more anxious. Emila's body was guided into the room and Emila was seated on the edge of the bed. "Mila... Let's tell Mama what's going on? Why are you crying? Is your body getting sick?" Ask Ms. Asma.
Emila still didn't answer. He looked at it with a guilty feeling the face of the woman who had given him into the world.
"Mila.." Ms. Asma's face seemed to be begging her daughter to answer her question.
"I'm sorry Mila, Ma." he said. Both of his shoulders began to tremble followed by the sobbing of his increasingly violent cries.
"I'm sorry for what, Mila? You didn't make a mistake." Answer Ms. Asma. Still confused by his daughter's current attitude.
Emila shook her head. Mother's wrong. She made a big mistake and the mistake she made made made her pregnant. "Mila's guilty, Ma... Mila's guilty." His words are still stamped.
Ms. Asma held onto both of Emila's shoulders and asked Emila to stare at her. "What mistakes have you made, son? Tell Mama." Her request.
"Mi-mila's pregnant, Mah.." That's the only word that came out of her mouth.
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