This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Enter the Hospital

Two months have passed, since Jordan and Freya established a relationship in halal ties. The two live together, like a husband and wife in general. Kamila remained in their midst. Jordan and Freya loved him like a child.

After marriage, Freya only occasionally went to the office. She spends more time at home, taking care of Kamila and also taking care of her husband. Although there are some servants who work at his house, but the food business, Freya still prepares.

This morning, something was different from Freya's habits. He remained lying down, even though the clock has shown the number 7.

Jordan squirmed softly, he had just woken up from the lena. He frowned as he stared at the wife still rolling under a thick blanket.

What's wrong with her?

"Darling, are you still sleeping?" asked Jordan in a hoarse voice.

Freya did not answer, she just moaned slowly, and it made Jordan jerk. Jordan immediately got up and revealed the blanket that covered Freya's face.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Jordan placed the back of his hand on his wife's forehead.

"Honey, your body temperature is very high. What's going on?" Jordan started to panic.

"My stomach hurts so much, this ... it's so excruciating" Freya replied in a soft voice, almost like a whisper.

"Why didn't you wake me up, honey? Now let's go to the hospital. I don't want you to do anything." Jordan lifts Freya's body and takes her out of the room.

Jordan rushes to the garage, and lays Freya's body in the car. Without washing his face, without changing his clothes, Jordan took Freya to the hospital. Wrapped in casual pants and short-sleeved white T-shirts, Jordan cuts through the congested city streets.

"Honey, sick," Freya said. He held onto his stomach which lately often hurts for no reason.

"Patience, yes, dear. We'll be there soon." Jordan answered while stepping on the gas pedal. He continued to increase the speed, in order to help the wife who was tormented in pain.

"Ohhh." Freya groaned again.

Jordan kept him calm. In fact, deep in his heart he was very worried. So long dabbling in the mafia world, has never been whimpering Freya like now. Many times the hot bullets hurt his body, not once did he get in pain.

Is what he feels now, really pain out of bounds? What the hell happened to him?

Freya bit her lip. The pain grew, gnawing at his stomach mercilessly. For the past month, his guests were absent. Just think, could it be that the pain was due to being pregnant? But this moment, Freya felt pessimistic. Of the many articles he had read, pain during pregnancy, not as bad as he felt. Deep in his heart, Freya was afraid of the worst. Ahh, I hope not.

Shortly after, Jordan stopped his car in the hospital yard. Freya breathed a sigh of relief, soon her pain would get her treatment.

He opened the car door and quickly lifted Freya up.

Two nurses came to Jordan. They brought a gurney and helped put Freya's body there. Then, they pushed the gurney and headed to the IGD.

Jordan kept following him behind, hoping he would continue to pray. I hope nothing happens to his wife.

"Please wait outside, sir, let us take a look at it" said the doctor, as Freya had been taken to the IGD.

"Good, Doctor. Please give the best service to my wife" Jordan replied.

"Surely, Sir. Patient safety is our primary goal." The doctor smiles, and then goes into the IGD.

Jordan rubbed his face violently, as the door of the room was tightly shut. He paced near the chair with a feeling of worry. His forehead and temples began to be moistened with sweat spots, but Jordan did not care. He kept moving to and fro in confusion.

Many times Jordan glanced at the clockwork hanging on the hospital wall. It had been almost an hour Freya had been brought in, but there had been no sign of the doctor coming out and telling her. What happened to Freya?

"Oh my God, may he be all right."

I don't know how many times Jordan said that. He was so scared that the old song would repeat itself. Losing the figure of the much loved woman, because of the Divine call.

"No, Freya couldn't have left me. She's a strong woman, she must be fine" Jordan said, calming herself down.

About an hour later, the doctor opened the door. Jordan immediately rushed towards him and asked his wife's situation.

"How's my wife doing, Doctor?" ask Jordan quickly.

The doctor did not answer. He rubbed his face roughly with a long sigh, as if the information he brought was something heavy to convey.

"Doctor!" Jordan shouted while shaking the Doctor's arm.

I can't wait to know the wife's condition.

"Sorry__"

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