The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 60

"Thank you" Veila said after her eyes caught the movement of Maureen's hand, which placed a glass of milk on the nightstand next to her bed.

Finding a thank you from Veila, Maureen replied with a faint, not fleeting, but long-lasting smile. With a trembling right hand, which he hid behind his back, Maureen's lips passed a sentence. “Veila, I'm sorry, you want to forgive me, right?"

Unexpectedly, tears had already pooled in Maureen's eyes, if he could not hold it, maybe now he had fallen down while crying in front of Veila.

"I'm sorry for what?" veila asked in astonishment, but she could not catch the unease shown by Maureen. A reason if he feels surprised, the article, Maureen never did anything bad to him. The predicate of 'good woman' is still well embedded in Maureen for Veila.

A moment later, Maureen shook her head and gave a small smile. "You can drink the milk now. If it's cold, then it won't be good to drink anymore."

And now, what Maureen found was a small nod from Veila. He saw all the movements that the woman did, ranging from taking a glass to drinking half a glass of milk that he made.

Again Maureen's ears were hot when she heard the words of thanks that escaped from Veila's full lips. No, not only was her ear on fire, her heart felt like it had stopped beating as Veila again finished the milk.

"You have little hope, Veila?" Maureen again asked successfully to minimize her voice that shook violently. Veila must not know that if Maureen is currently agitated and wants to cry, the woman who has just smiled her best smile must not know anything, or herself, will be hated.

While the one asked was silent for a moment, thinking of the right answer for him to throw. The hopes? Lately, Veila has no big or small expectations for herself. However, there was one hope that made him smile widely before Maureen.

"I want my son to be born healthy and be able to live happily in the future," he said, making Maureen nod with tears that slightly more—nearly fell into both cheeks.

For Veila, praying for her child to live well in the future is a wish she really wants to live out. Her life was difficult, not filled with sweet smiles every day, and it triggered Veila's determination in having that little hope. His son must not experience the painful bitterness that can hurt his heart, he must be happy, no matter what.

Happiness is a hope, according to Veila. And now, at her current age, as well as her condition which will soon become a mother, makes her not think again how to make herself happy― like before, where she tries hard to achieve happiness.

Found if eight more months he will get a friend, making a sense of happiness that had been buried deep in the bottom of the heart began to stick out little by little. And if that friend had been born into the world, maybe in the future even though he will never be able to accompany his son because the contract—ia will be happy just by hearing the news of the child's growth and development.

The friend he had been guarding for nine months, in fact, he could not touch for long. After all, the friend would belong to Wilson and Maureen completely.

"I'll tell the waiter to take back the empty glass. Excuse me, Veila. Good night, good dreams," said Maureen, and she quickly left Veila's room, running towards his greenhouse in the backyard can not return to the room with this condition.

The door was tightly closed after he managed to get inside, and slowly his back that was leaning against the door slumped, his tears also seeping out violently. His right hand was raised, right in front of his face. The blood from the shard shard that pierced his hand had not stopped coming out, and all he could do was cry and cry there was relief mixed with fear in there, his heart.

While his bleeding right hand was still shaking violently and he just left it on the ground, his left hand was trying to grab the phone in his pants pocket and then, after pressing someone's phone number, he said, the voice is also heard.

Maureen cried again as her call lifted, and with great difficulty she spoke in a trembling voice. “Mama, I'm sorry. I can't kill him. I can't see Veila suffering from the loss of her child. Mama, you're gonna forgive me, right?"

The initial glass that he had put a lot of drugs pengugur gynec he accidentally broke, making his right hand hurt due to the fine shard. After all, he could not kill something innocent, which even his body just had not formed completely.

He could not have children, making him always crave what it was like to conceive and give birth, then raise his own flesh and blood. So, his heart did not have the heart to kill the future baby in Veila's stomach. The child, perhaps, has not been bound by a contract with God. He would be a cruel person if he were to eliminate it with that painful medicine.

"Mama, I'm sorry—"

'Stupid basic! The child is useless! If you lose Wilson, don't expect Mama to be your grievous place!'

The dark greenhouse was able to hide itself in silence, the flowers he cared for also witnessed his cries. Fortunately, he did not get the baby killed with his cruelty.

Especially when he heard the hope of a Veila Amor who wanted her son to be able to live happily in the future. If that happens, maybe Maureen can't live a quiet life and is always haunted by guilt. He would rather be hated by his mother than be a murderer.

“Mama, once again, forgive me. It is better that I be hated by you for my uselessness than to live in the darkness of a murderer's world" she said, letting her cries subside on their own.

***

After changing clothes— his previous clothes were dirty because he had sat on the ground, Maureen immediately went up to the bed. Usually, after getting into bed, he would immediately pull the blanket and go to sleep. But tonight, he could not do his routine because Wilson was still busy playing his phone with anti-radiation glasses that had sagged to the tip of the nose.

"What are you reading, Wil?" he ventured to ask, which made Wilson turn his head and smile. However, after a few seconds, his smile faded as he looked at Maureen's swollen eyes.

Instead of answering, the man asked, "Why are your eyes so swollen? you're done crying? tell me, who made you cry, Maureen."

Maureen shook her head, began to smile and stroked the back of Wilson's hand which was now on her left cheek. "Just get carried away while watching a sad movie" he concluded, then continued, "you haven't answered my question, Wil. What are you reading? It seems very focused."

The man was silent for a moment, his mind floated where when he was still in the office, precisely in his own office. At that time, he wanted to invite Veila to come home, had called, but the woman did not reply and still focused on her magazine, making Wilson upset and curious, until finally looking from the back of—what the woman was looking at to the point of not focusing around. Paris, isn't the city beautiful?

"Order ticket to France—"

"There is indeed a job abroad that requires you to leave?“ Maureen asked again and immediately got a coil from Wilson.

The man opened his lips to say, "No. Me and Veila are going to France. Looks like he wants to go there. Yeah, well, at least I have to grant the pregnant woman's request." He answered it with a bad taste, although in this sudden scenario, tucked a goal in his game would Maureen be jealous?

Maureen did not stay long, long story short, her lips immediately showed an excessively sweet smile and began to say, "Ah, good idea. Think of it as a replacement for a chaotic honeymoon back then because of my and Leo's presence."

Actually, Maureen can't smile, it's just that this is compulsion. He cannot radiate his selfishness in front of Wilson. But Wilson asked in his heart, Does Maureen not love him at all? Really not love him?

"I want to take you too"

"No need." Maureen snatched, and then continued. “After all, I've been to France several times. You just go alone, with Veila." It's a bit difficult, but that's what he has to do now.

Perhaps, there was a time when he would rebel because Wilson was putting all his attention on Veila, but it was not now. Wilson was unable to say anything more and could only sigh.

"I believe you love me, Wilson Alexander Hovers" muttered Maureen, grabbing Wilson's cheeks by the hand, pulling him gently closer, then landing a sweet kiss on the man's lips.

"I love you" continued Maureen, stroking Wilson's head for a moment, then immediately turning his body the other way back to Wilson. Until then, Wilson will never be able to hear Maureen say I love you. It's too painful, really.

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