THE 2ND MAN
Chapters 07. Death Kick
Hooeekk....
I don't feel like my womb is now three months old. But I still feel sick in the morning. It's not as bad as it used to be, but it's enough to make my body limp. My stomach is looking a little swollen now. I don't know why every time I get nauseous I want Ryan to massage my nape and gently stroke my stomach. But all of that was only in my imagination, without any courage I asked for it.
This afternoon is the time to go back to check the contents. But until the time leading up to Maghrib mas Ryan did not come home. Looks like Ryan forgot my check schedule. Or maybe Ryan doesn't care about me? i-i don't know....
I sat in front of the TV that became one with the living room. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall already showing at half-seven p.m.
Chequek!
I turned my head when I heard the sound of the door opening. It turns out Ryan just came home, and then I went to him.
"Where are you from?" Ask me carefully.
"Copy!" The answer is short and slender.
"Because I forgot, if this afternoon I'm checking the contents?"
"Tomorrow morning can." He replied with a high tone.
"Didn't you care so much about us?" Speak to me who has shed tears.
"Don't trigger Nja's fight, I'm cape again!" Shouted Ryan right in front of my face that made me close my eyes.
"Capek you said?" I chuckle cynically.
"Almost every weekday you just play and coffee. If it's just a cup of coffee, I can make it mas too!"
A plaaakk!
"Oh." The hard slap Ryan gave me made me stagger. Fortunately, it did not fall.
"I've warned you repeatedly to be quiet. But apparently you don't have the hatchet." He said angry and dragged me into the room.
Braakk!
The sound of the door being slammed hard by Ryan made me jump in shock. Then Ryan pushed me into bed.
"Stttt! mas." My ringis when I feel pain in the lower abdomen. But as if Ryan did not care, he instead passed into the bathroom. I tried to get up from the bed and drag my feet slowly towards the dresser. I sat my body in front of the mirror. I looked at my face that was slapped by Ryan. It looks red on my cheeks. I didn't feel my tears shed back to as much as I pleased.
Braakk!
Ryan slammed the bathroom door that made me jump in shock. He threw the towel he was using towards me. I caught him too, so he wouldn't fall to the floor.
"Request money?" Rian put his hand on me.
"For what else? I don't have any money. That's money to check tomorrow. Ryan hasn't worked, where's the money?" Since that incident, Ryan has not been working again. We ate with Ryan's parents every day.
"Grottling!"
Braakk!
"Oh." I staggered into the dressing table that was in front of me so as to make the things that were on it scattered. Fortunately, I was able to avoid it, until Ryan's kick only hit my back, not my stomach. What happens if I don't avoid it? Surely Ryan's kick will hit my stomach and..... Just imagine that I can't.
Braakk!
Ryan walked out of the room and slammed the door. I can only mourn. I dragged my feet to the bed. I put my body on the bed and then curled up like a baby and clutched my stomach tightly. Broken was already my cry back that sounded heart-wrenching.
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Look at the sign, Red on the cheek, former picture of your hand..
You often do, when you're angry, cover up your fault..
Just give it back, I'm with my mom, or my dad..
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Mom writes this chapter while as much as gaess ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
Not strong it feels huwaaaaa ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
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