The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 43

If Ghea did not prevent it, it might be a blow and Gery's sure punch gave to Alvin.

How dare that white-clothed guy embrace Ghea.

The horror was already visible from the first sight Gery found Ghea's body touched by the hands of another man. His anger was the same as when Ghea was touched by Reza during the reception first.

And lucky it's not in the same place as back then. If so, Gery's fist will definitely really hit Alvin's face, until the guy dies though, Gery doesn't care and is even grateful maybe.

That's because Gery hasn't had time to teach Alvin a lesson.

"Sir Gery, I.." said Alvin stiffly. While staring fearfully at this husband of Ghea.

Gery's free hand clenched beside the body. I'd love that guy to break Alvin's hand bone right now. "Don't touch my wife!" Hardik Gery presses along with his teeth to beat hard.

"Sorry, Sir. I was just helping Ghea. Because I saw Ghea who-"

"Ghea doesn't need help from people who used to make her wretched." For God's sake, Alvin doesn't need to be reminded. "Especially with the person who had caused her to go into a coma." Gery pressed down on each word as she pulled Ghea's shoulder in embrace.

Makes Alvin's heart slice strong. He knew it was an unforgivable mistake. But he also regretted.

Ghea's sight dropped, seeing Alvin's hands clenched beside the body. Then, Ghea lifted her gaze at the silent man pursing his lips.

"Mas!"

"You don't need to defend this villain, Ghe!" Press Gery turned his head to face each other with the woman beside him. Gery intentionally made a noise. Make people around there or some who pass by frown.

Ghea took off Gery's big hand. Move your body to put distance with it.

Gery's face grew more blustery. Pressing the lip line so that Gery does not launch anger.

"If you're here just to discuss the past," Ghea said slowly. Her voice raspy. "Better you don't have to be here, Mom!"

"Ghe-" What the fuck is this Ghea? He kicked Gery out of his way?

"You're gonna make things worse for me."

"So you defended him?"

"I don't defend anyone."

The debate will certainly continue if Gery's phone does not vibrate. The guy then grabbed it. Put that thing on your ear.

Ghea needs to thank the caller. Until the call ended, and Gery told me that it was Mama Dian who told me that Papa Jordan had to be taken care of immediately.

Ghea's heart hit again. As strong as he could step even in the lunglai limb. Spongy and non-boned jelly tubs.

Opened Gery ICU door using one hand. With the other hand embracing Ghea's shoulder. Give her the remaining strength.

Tears could not bear Ghea when she first entered. His eyes caught Papa's unchanging body. Sprawled like the last time Ghea saw. However, the difference now, Papa's body was freed from the frightening tools for Ghea to see and he heard.

And Mama's bowing to Papa's left. Hugged it. Leaning the side of Mama's face to Daddy's chest. Every now and then Mama called Papa's name with a bitter cry. Also the hand shook Papa's already stiff body.

"Father.." Ghea called out. Even very. His voice was almost lost in bitterness. Lips vibrate. The crystal liquid continued to slide unstoppably. Really am! For whatever reason, it's a real Ghea nightmare.

Papa abandoned.

Mama Sora who saw Ghea was already standing at the end of Papa's feet was approaching. Hugged Ghea even though he got nothing back from her.

Mama Dian pecked Ghea's forehead. "Patience, yes, dear!" Said Mama Dian trying to calm down even though it didn't work.

Patted on Gery's shoulder by Papa Dika. Gives full strength to his son. "Kuatin Ghea, Ger!"

Sure oes. Without a word, Gery will be a force for Ghea. Then, in a faint nod of the head while looking at Papa Dika who was standing on the other side of Gery.

Until then the ash eyeballs witnessed Ghea's body suddenly slumped in Mama Dian's arms.

"Geez, Ghe.." Mama Dian's voice panicked. The beak woman held Ghea back but was unsuccessful. So Mama Dian sat holding Ghea's head. Until both hands held his body. Take him out of the ICU for immediate help from a local doctor.

Panic, anxiety and fear are so obvious blend into one on Gery's face. He held the weak body. Gery looks tangled. A strand of hair hanging on the forehead. He let even the tip of the hair plunge his eyes.

Even with cold sweat sticking out of the pores. Until Gery no longer feels the sweat pours through the temple. He was really scared this time.

Stepping as hard as Gery can to take Ghea to another treatment room the man had previously asked the officer for help looking for her. And Gery also asked the officer to call the hospital obstetrician to check Ghea as well as the contents. Not to forget also Gery told the condition of Ghea when the doctor was there.

"Ghea want a gift from Papa on her birthday?"

"Wouldn't do anything. Ghea just wants Papa healed."

The middle-aged man who asked Ghea gave a big smile before swiping at the nose of the seven-year-old little girl sitting inside the lap.

Little ghea laughed. He showed his teeth white. The little girl's hair was tied on both sides of the head. "Papa's gonna get well again, isn't he?" Then asked with a sad look. Begging through that gaze so that Papa answers yes.

"Papa will heal for Ghea," he said pulling the little Ghea's body into a later embrace.

"What promise?!" The two words spoken from Ghea's little lips were demanding.

"Yes. Papa promised," replied Papa Jordan did not release both big hands from clutching her daughter's petite body. Until Ghea felt that the cloth covering her shoulders was wet and the smell of rancid was immediately smelled.

Little Ghea broke away from Papa's embrace. Then, look at Papa's pale face. For whatever sake, the little girl was in shock as blood came out from both of Papa's nostrils.

The blood was sucked by Ghea using tiny fingers. "Papa's nose is bleeding?" Asking along with his panicked face.

"Pa, how come the blood won't stop, anyway? Ghea scared, Pa." Again. Ghea's tiny fingers kept shrinking the thick red liquid that seemed unwilling to stop flowing from Papa's nostrils.

Ghea crying. Sobbing bitterly with trembling hands. Keep trying to stop the blood flow. However, it was all in vain because Papa's head collapsed onto Ghea's small shoulder.

His hand shook the base of Papa's arm. "Papa…. Papa, up!" Trying hard to get Papa's body back to sitting upright. Open your eyes and talk to her again.

"Pa…. Papa, up. Don't stay in Ghea!" Ghea's little lips twitched. Fear possessed him. It's like real. But also, Ghea felt herself drawn into consciousness.

The head moves to the right and left. The forehead is flooded with sweat. The body felt crushed by a large stone. Both eyes are hard to open.

While the lips continue to chant the name of the Papa.

"Don't stay with me, Pa!" The lips spoke bitterly along with the head that kept moving.

While the ears faintly caught the melodious sound that was mellowing.

Ghea wants to open her eyelids. He wants to go back to real life and leave his nightmares behind.

"Ghea…. Honey, up! Hey!" Then, in addition to hearing a melodious voice, Ghea also felt her cheeks clapped softly.

"Don't stay with me, Pa!" Say it again in the eyes.

"Honey…. Ghe…." Gery called. Swiping the sweat on the forehead and then dipping it later. "Wake, Ghe!"

"Father!!!" The body reflexes. Ghea's eyelids are now perfectly open. Breath severed with a cauliflower chest.

"Honey," call Gery soft. "Dream again?" The umpteenth question that was never absent when Gery found Gheanya so.

Nod Ghea his head. Sitting with both hands hugging both folded knees.

"Drink first!" Sahut Gery while giving a glass of water that he had poured before on Ghea.

Sipped that water. But not to the end. While Gery rubbed the remnants of sweat on the temple Ghea using his big palm.

It's been four months since Papa's death that nightmare always comes to haunt Ghea's sleep.

During that time, besides Ghea could not close her eyes again because of the dream, Ghea's enlarged stomach also made her feel tightness and pain in her stomach always Ghea felt every night.

Same with now. Even so, Ghea never complained and showed that feeling in front of Gery.

"I go to the bathroom first" said Ghea. Lowering both feet on the marble floor of the room. Step slowly towards the other door in the room.

Ghea came in and closed the door again. Turn on the sink faucet and cry over there. In front of the mirror that reflected his pale face as well as his huge belly. Grip the side of the sink to dispel the pain.

Ghea took a deep breath. Swiping that distended stomach using one hand while muttering. "Mother is willing to endure this pain as long as you survive until you can see the world, dear." While the water continues to flow from the faucet.

Every night is like that. If the pain in his stomach has recurred. Ghea would run and cry in the bathroom. While Gery, without Ghea knowing at all, the boy quietly rests his back on the tightly shut bathroom door. Gery also quietly cried to feel for sure what the woman was feeling.

Gery was sick even more than that, seeing Ghea pretending to be fine in front of him.

Ghea has entered eight months. And during that time, Gery was always by his side to give Ghea strength. Happiness and trying to put a smile on her pretty face.

Although Gery was aware, since the departure of Papa Jordan the beautiful face was always moody.