The Substitute Woman on the First Night
Basic Killer

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After finding out I was just quiet, Mas Denis asked me again. This time his voice sounded more demanding until it instantly awakened me from daydreams.

"Darling, why silence?"

"Yes, Mas. Ma-af yeah, I was worried thinking about Mira. This is GERD recurrence. Maybe he's stressed out about wanting to take the level-up exam at his college. The doctor said stress and fatigue triggered his illness was relapsing." I made up the reason for Mas Denis not to be suspicious and more precisely so that he did not know that Almira had just miscarried her child.

"Meanwhile Mira hasn't gotten anyone to help her take care of mom at home? Pity her tired until it hurts like now." Again Denis worried about Almira. It really makes my heart hotter.

"There is still no one matching him he said. Yes, yes, yes. This is the nurse asking me to redeem Mira's medication." I decided to immediately end the phone call so that Mas Denis would not ask more questions. Besides, I also started to get upset when I heard my husband was so worried about Almira.

I exhaled for a moment after ending Mas Denis' call and shortly afterwards, the nurse pushed Almira's gurney into the action room, saying that the curettage process was complete. Almira was immediately placed in the VIP class on the 3rd floor of this building. I did choose a VIP room so that Almira would feel free and not be bothered with other patients.

When I walked into Almira's ward, I saw that she was unconscious and still closed. Maybe the effect of the anesthetic when it was caged earlier, it took time to make him regain consciousness. While waiting for her to wake up, I chose to sit on the sofa opposite her bed. It turns out that taking care of the sick person is really very tiring and maybe that is what Almira feels when caring for a mother at home alone.

Just now I was about to take a break until Almira woke up, Mas Denis sent me a message and some of it appeared on the notification screen when I just pulled my phone out of the bag. The contents are still in line with the conversation on the phone, Mas Denis was really so worried about the condition of Almira and I chose to ignore the message. 

Shortly thereafter Mas Denis called me, maybe he was upset because the message I did not reply. I had to answer his call, hoping for this time Mas Denis stopped worrying about Almira and worried me enough. 

"Hello, Mum. Sorry I just finished taking care of Almira's transfer to the treatment room. What's up?" I immediately asked after explaining my reason for not returning a message from him.

"How's this? Denis is coming. What if he finds out from Almira?" my mind is tired of all this.

Along with that, I can see if Almira starts to open her eyes. I approached her bed and stood right next to her.

"Mira, are you awake? How are you doing now? What are you feeling right now? Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" I clasped Almira's hand when I asked her. However, it turned out that he threw my hand out so as not to touch it.

Almira started to look at me very sharply even though her body still looked weakly powerless. 

"Not to be so good, brother. I know you caused my fetus to miscarry!" Almira raised her index finger right in front of my face.

I tried to calm down by commenting on the thin smiles on both corners of my lips. It turns out that my sister is very good at reading situations. 

"Mira, you don't get angry like this dong. You have just awakened, it is better now that you rest and focus on your recovery! Don't think about any other problems! Anyway I think this is the best for you. That way you will not be blasphemed by people for getting pregnant out of wedlock. Your college won't break up halfway either. Mother also will not know about your pregnancy which will have a bad impact on her health. My house is safe too. This is the best win-win solution to your pregnancy." I crossed both hands in front of my chest and casually answered all the accusations of Almira.

"Basic killer! How could you kill my innocent fetus. Even you can easily say all of that without feeling the slightest bit guilty. Where is your conscience, brother? Why did you do all this to me?" ask her with both hands that are tightly clenched. His face was full of anger and looked wrathful looking at me.

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