The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend

The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend
MELANIE WHY?


Dean was in a green meadow, when the man saw a woman sitting in a wheelchair with her face down. The woman seemed to be holding onto something wrapped in white cloth.


Isn't that?


"Mellanie!" Call Dean to the woman who stays down.


Dean swung his steps closer towards the woman to be sure.


The closer it gets, the faster it is Melanie who is holding me...


The baby!


"Mel," Dean squirms in front of Melanie and rubs his wife's face, which looks pale and cold. Then Dean instead observed the baby in Melanie's lap whose face was as pale as Melanie's.


"Mel," call Dean once more to Melanie who's just mute.


Dean forced to lift his wife's pale face when Melanie's lips turned a smile.


"I finally got to meet our baby, Dean!" Said Melanie with a soft tone and a smile that was still on her lips.


"Our beautiful baby" Melanie once again told Dean. This time the woman instead showed the baby to Dean.


"We're going to heaven together." Melanie's bright words immediately made Dean widen his eyes.


"Goodbye, Dean!"


"Good bye!"


"Mel," Dean began to panic as the bodies of Melanie and the baby in her lap suddenly faded as if blown by the wind.


"Mellanie!" Dean continues to reach for Melanie's fading shadows and eventually disappears altogether.


"Mellanie!" Dean screams as he wakes up from his sleep and nightmares about Melanie. Dean's body was already filled with sweat and the man's breath was also hunting because the dream that had just approached him seemed so real.


Dean rubbed the sweat on his face repeatedly and tried to expel all his bad thoughts about Melanie. Dean turned to his right side to look at Melanie whom he had been holding since. But how surprised Dean, when he did not see Melanie on the bed.


Whahuh?


Where's Melanie?


Dean quickly got up from the top of the bed and checked the bathroom.


"Mell!" Call Dean.


But Melanie wasn't in the bathroom.


"Mellanie!" Dean kept calling his wife out of the room. The man turned on lights all over the house to look for Melanie.


"Mell!"


"Mellanie!"


Call Dean non-stop.


One by one the rooms downstairs Dean checked into Felichia's room.


But there was still no sign of Melanie.


"Mell!"


"Melanie, where are you?"


Dean started to panic because Melanie didn't answer Dean's call.


"Mell!" Dean had already reached the bottom of the stairs and was hesitant to check upstairs. It was impossible for Melanie to go up to the second floor, considering her condition was still so weak.


Ah, but there's no harm in Dean checking.


"Mell!" Dean kept calling Melanie as the man climbed the stairs leading to Lantau two. Just reaching the end of the stairs, Dean's heart was made to taste the scenery he saw.


Melanie fell unconscious in front of Felichia's old room.


Not only that, there was blood flowing from Melanie's groin.


"Mell!" Dean immediately ran up to Melanie and took her in his arms and brought her downstairs, where the maids had gathered to hear Dean's screams that had been calling out to Melanie.


"What are you all doing? Get the car ready!" Shouted Dean fiercely at the maids who were just sculpting.


A second later, the maids help Dean get Melanie into the car. There is also a quick prepare car to take Melanie to the hospital.


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"Ovarian Cancer?"


The doctor's statement about Melanie's illness was like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight for Dean.


"But didn't you lift Melanie's uterus last year? How could there be more cancer cells in her body?" Checar Dean was full of emotions.


"It's also beyond our expectations, Dean. The last examination before the surgical removal of the uterus states that cancer cells have not infected both ovaries Melanie. But a month ago Melanie complained of pain in her ovaries and when we did a detailed test, the cancer cells were already there."


"Did Melanie not tell you yet?" Check the doctor out on Dean.


"Melanie didn't say anything, and I think she's just exhausted for a few days" replied Dean, whose face had turned lethargic.


Dean looked at Melanie lying helplessly and her eyes closed. Dean grabbed his wife's hand and clasped it tightly.


"We can only work on the best and optimal treatment for Melanie, Dean! The rest is up to fate" replied the Doctor in a concerned tone.


"Wake, Mel! Don't you want to hold our baby?" Dean sobbed and his heart was broken.


"I'll take our baby back home and into your arms. But you gotta get up, Mel! You need to wake up and heal!" Please Dean who doesn't stop kissing Melanie's hand.


****


Felichia opened the apartment door after someone pressed the bell.


"Hi!" Sapa Navya who had been standing behind the door while carrying a bag containing food as usual.


"I brought you some food, Fe!" Navya said after Felichia invited Navya to enter.


"I just cooked for lunch. But Erlan called earlier that she couldn't go home for lunch" Felichia said.


"Oh, huh? What are you cooking? I don't mind accompanying you to lunch because I don't have a job" Navya said, smiling kindly.


"Only capcay and fried chicken flour. You want?" Felichia replied with a little doubt.


"Of course I want to. Let's have lunch together!" Vibrant Navya said who went straight to the kitchen to wash her hands.


Meanwhile, Felichia immediately stored the cake and pudding that had been brought by Navya into the refrigerator.


"Oh, yeah. By the way, have you checked your contents, Fe?" Navya asked after the woman sat on the dining room chair.


"Yet. I'm still afraid to go to the hospital or somewhere else" Felichia replied honestly.


It's been a week now that Felichia's only been inside Navya's apartment and doesn't dare to go anywhere. Actually Felichia was bored, but for the safety of herself and her baby, Felichia had to fight her boredom. Dean's men could be anywhere.


"There's a clinic near here. It's only two buildings away" Navya said.


"You can just check in there if you're afraid to go to the hospital." Navya's next suggestion.


"really?"


"Later I'll tell Erlan then" Felichia said enthusiastically.


"For her baby gear, is it okay if I just spend it?" Navya asked Felichia for approval.


"No, Nav! I don't want to be troublesome," Felichia replied feeling uneasy.


"Absolutely no hassle, Fe! Because I like shopping and sightseeing" Navya said, chuckling.


Navya continued to bite the rooster, when then the woman stopped chewing, then put the chicken back on the plate.


"What's up, Nav? Chicken's salty?" Felichia asked worriedly as she reached out for a little of her chicken on the plate to taste.


"No, it's just-" Navya's face suddenly turned red.


"Sorry, Fe. Excuse me first!" Felichia ran quickly to the toilet in the corner of the kitchen and vomited.


"Nav!" Felichia had caught up with Navya who was still vomiting.


"Nav, are you okay?" Felichia asked as she rubbed Navya's back.


"It looks like I ate the wrong meal this morning," Navya replied before the woman washed her face with water and slightly rinsed.


"I'm sorry I don't like your cooking, Fe! But this is totally beyond belief" Navya returned nauseous.


"Maybe you did catch a cold, Nav!" Felichia.


"Yes, my head is a little dizzy," Navya held her own head and came out of the toilet.


"I made you some warm tea, yeah! Is there any medicine here?" Felichia asks Navya because the owner of this apartment is Navya.


"I'll just have a warm tea" Navya replied quickly.


"All right, I'll make it a minute." Felichia immediately struggled in the kitchen and made some warm tea for Navya.


"I can sleep here for a while, Fe! My head is a little dizzy," Navya told Felichia.


"Why ask permission? Isn't this your apartment?" Felichia who had come out of the kitchen chuckled and offered Navya a cup of tea.


"You're resting in the room"


"No!" Navya replied quickly cutting through Felichia's unfinished question.


"I sleep on the sofa," Navya continued, composing a sofa pillow.


"alright. I'll get you a blanket first." Felichia got up from her seat and went into the room to pick up a blanket for Navya.


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