The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 59

"Why not come down?" wilson asked, his car is now parked neatly in the basement of a large supermarket located in the city center.

Unlike Wilson who had even opened the car door, Veila had not even let go of her seatbelt, and there was no intention to get out of the car.

The woman shook her head slowly, speaking in her small voice, "If you and I were to be seen by people how? You go down, I don't want to be blamed by you later."

Wilson is a man who is able to find fault Veila no matter how, it can be said, no matter how small the mistake Veila, Wilson can find it even if it is not a mistake that he made. Wilson's rude attitude made Veila did not want to act rashly, especially now that she was pregnant. He should not have woken up the sleeping lion with the smell of flesh.

"So, you told me to shop alone, did you? Nope, no. Whatever the reason, you still have to come down and accompany me inside" Wilson said with his hands, which had already begun to remove the seatbelt that was supporting Veila's body, he opened the car door on the woman's side.

"Wil, I don't want you to scold me for—" Veila's words were automatically cut off because Wilson suddenly interrupted.

"Nobody scolded you. So get out of the car or I'll drag you out.“

Not wanting to be overwritten by bad things, Veila also immediately got out of the car with a slow breath that he deliberately exhaled. This second Wilson could say as before, saying if he would not scold Veila. But a few seconds ahead? Wilson could have gone berserk and scolded her.

On the way to the supermarket, Veila slightly kept her distance from Wilson, deliberately letting the man walk first by giving a distance of about a hundred meters between them. Honestly, this is the first time he has set foot in a supermarket this big— he has never shopped in a supermarket. Somewhat amazed because this supermarket is different from the minimarket, after previously he had thought if the supermarket and minimarket did not make any difference, exactly the same.

In fact, the supermarket is bigger and more complete, many employees also pass by here. In his heart, he cursed, posing himself as a village woman. As he looked around the supermarket crowded with people and goods, he immediately turned his eyes forward when his wrist was blocked by Wilson.

It took him a few seconds to process something he saw on his wrist until finally, as he was about to pull his hand out of the check, Wilson had already pulled himself slowly, before, take it to the most loneliest shelf arrangement will be visitors.

There was nothing Veila could do but see Wilson stuffing two boxes of chocolate-flavored milk into their shopping trolley. And just as Wilson was about to move his trolley to another place, Veila immediately stopped and took back the two boxes of milk, making Wilson ask.

"What are you doing? Quickly put the milk back into the trolley."

Wilson's eyes caught his head, listening carefully to every word that came out of Veila's lips.

"I don't like the taste of chocolate" the woman said, returning the two boxes of chocolate milk to their original place.

Wilson looked at every move Veila made and then grieved as he saw the woman struggling in reaching for the vanilla-flavored milk box, which happened to be three stories higher than a row of chocolate-flavored milk.

Again Veila was made to gasp with Wilson's treatment. With ease, the man's left hand grabbed Veila's belly, making the woman stop on her tiptoes and step on Wilson's shoes.

Veila thought that Wilson would be angry because he had stepped on the man's foot, but what he found was not a snatch, but a swab on his stomach that could still be said to be flat.

"Baby Hovers, if you're born and grow up, don't be as short as your Mommy. Just look, this Mommy of yours can't even reach a box of vanilla milk due to its not-so-high height. Anyway, you have to be as tall as your Daddy to reach the high places" Wilson's ending was a brief kiss on Veila's right cheek that surprised the woman.

"Why kiss me?" Veila protested with her heart beating twice as fast as Wilson's treatment.

While Wilson cleared his throat and replied, "I can't kiss the baby Hovers still in your stomach. It's a public place, I could be accused of being a pervert because of everyone's weird perceptions."

To divert the conversation about the brief kiss, Wilson immediately grabbed two boxes of vanilla-flavored milk and placed them on a trolley.

"You want fruit? This supermarket provides many types of fruits," he asked while pushing a grocery trolley to the place of arranged fruits.

"Apples?"

Veila shook her head, making Wilson put back an apple that she had held back to its original place.

"Orange?"

Wilson got the gel again, making himself have to put back the citrus fruit a few seconds hand-held.

"Awlt?"

Veila's gel made Wilson sigh rough, then put the two avocados to their original place.

Wilson even groaned because Veila still shook her head. Four types of fruit that are good for pregnant women—ia had seraching on internet—all got a gelengan from Veila.

With the banana he had put back in place a little rough, Wilson asked, "Then what do you want, Miss chatty?"

Like getting a green light, which means he was allowed to choose the fruit he wanted, he immediately took one pale yellow fruit and showed it to Wilson with lips that reviewed a sweet smile.

"Lemon," he said, made Wilson gaped in disbelief because of the many fruits that are nutritious and sweet-sweet, Veila instead chose a fruit that tastes sour, lemon.

A small breath Wilson managed to exhale, took his phone out of his pocket and began searching the internet for whether lemons were good for consumption. "Take it as necessary and don't fill my refrigerator with your sour lemon" chirped Wilson, who eventually made Veila's smile widen.

Wilson's head felt almost broken when he saw his shopping trolley that was almost filled with lemons, making him not intend to buy other items and immediately headed to the cashier. However, just as his eyes were able to catch the queue on some of the cashiers, Veila's small hand grabbed her finger, making her feel an electric shock that shocked her heart.

"You want to buy me ice cream? I want to eat it, just a little bit. The smallest size." Veila continued to persuade by reducing her desire little by little with the index finger that had already led to the freezer, where the ice cream was neatly stored.

"No, no" said Wilson, successfully making the twinkle in Veila's eyes fade. And after saying that Wilson immediately continued his steps towards the cashier, but did not realize that Veila did not follow him behind. The woman instead walked towards the freezer and began to reach into the pocket of her coat.

The cheapest price of ice cream is two dollars, while the money now returned from taking a taxi this afternoon only amounted to one dollar. When Veila was putting her dime back in the coat pocket, a woman older than Veila came and quipped. "If you can't afford it, don't block the road. Well, it's still the season for shopping with change?" The woman also pushed Veila's shoulder using her index finger, making Veila inevitably have to step aside.

Deheman's voice that seemed heavy successfully made the rich woman stop the movement of her hands in grabbing the ice-cream. Not only the rich woman, Veila also turned her head, seeing the owner of a super cold deheman voice.

"What do you want ice cream for? Just take it as you like, if necessary just take it with the freezer. Your husband's black card should at least be used properly." It was Wilson, saying while showing off his black card. Wilson managed to make the rich woman feel small - because she did not have a black card, she quickly left the area, leaving Veila and Wilson both.

"Would you really like to buy me ice-cream?” veila asked, ascertaining the truth of Wilson's words just now. The man, of course, shook his head, then replied, "Take one. Don't eat too much ice cream." Immediately, Veila nodded her head and picked up a caramel ice-cream that she would like to try.

"Thank you for being nice to me-"

"I'm good to pamper my baby, not you" Wilson cut, succeeding in keeping Veila quiet for a moment and then smiling and replying, "Then I represent her baby in thanking her. Later if the baby is born into the world, the first word I will teach you is thank you, so that she can continue to thank you."

Wilson screeched, almost laughing at Veila's words. But again, he managed to hold everything back. "Don't have to be like that,“ chirps, then immediately go ahead of Veila to the line of payment queues.

***

"You want to make some milk for Veila, huh?" asked Maureen, caught Wilson who is now opening a package of pregnant women's milk that he had bought at the minimarket this afternoon.

The man smiled and nodded. "My baby, ah no, I mean my baby and your baby in the future too, must be born healthy.“ Hearing that, Maureen smiled wryly and noticed every single thing that Wilson's hand was doing.

"Let me make it. You better take a shower first, your office shirt is still attached to your body. Even you're having dinner still in work clothes, not normally," Maureen chuckled, immediately taking over the pack of powdered milk that was in Wilson's grasp.

"It's okay if you make it?" Wilson made sure, looking at his wife's face carefully. A thin line of smiles managed to make Wilson disengage. Maureen convinced Wilson through her sweet words, until finally, the husband entrusted everything to the wife and went to the room to clean up.

Seeing Wilson who had entered the room, Maureen began to put a few spoons of milk powder—according to the dose into the glass, pour enough warm water, and then stir the powder until dissolved. And after all that was done, all Maureen did was silence accompanied by a paled face. Slowly, he took something out of his pocket, hiding the medicine in his hand.

After knowing that misoprostol should be used in conjunction with mifepristone, Maureen immediately returned to the pharmacy that she had visited this afternoon to buy the drug, and again asked the pharmacist to refine it to become a kind of puyer that can dissolve in water.

Unmitigated, with cold sweat that had poured on the forehead, Maureen immediately poured all the medicine—-both into a glass of milk for Veila. No matter which side effects Veila would feel, Maureen still stuffed about five packs for both drugs into the milk glass and stirred it with a trembling hand.

Prolonged bleeding, ectopic pregnancy, incomplete abortion, pelvic inflammation, as well as psychological side effects. The effect, which he read on the internet managed to make his entire body cold hot. However, inevitably, he had to dissolve it, make Veila drink it, and then the loss of her slow fetus had already begun to form. Wilson Alexander Hovers is the reason he's doing his mother's orders now.

"Veila, forgive me—" he muttered softly with a voice that shook violently.

Connect ....

Did Maureen's plan work?