
An abortion? It felt like the two women sitting on the same sofa were shocked by Devan's statement. Ella with her confused face, and Siya with her incredulous look.
Ella looked at Siya as if asking for an explanation. While Siya looks confused to explain what happened. But inevitably, as a doctor he had to tell Ella what happened. Because the girl needs to know about the life that grows in her body.
"You're pregnant" said Siya. Ella felt that time had stopped that very moment. A look of disbelief, began to be seen adorning Ella's face at this time. With her right hand, Ella landed a swab on her stomach.
Of course Ella was surprised by herself who did not realize there was a life in her stomach. Not felt, clear circles flowing on his cheeks. He who was just aware of her pregnancy, coincided with the words Abortion that the father of this child said.
Ella turned to Devan who was staring at her flatly. Ella knows that Devan does not want to consider this child, but different from Ella. Abortion is killing, right ? And Ella had no intention of becoming a murderer in her life. Ella shook her head as the word abortion came back to her head.
"No!" reject Ella with a trembling tone from crying.
"Can't! I don't want to be a murderer!" ella said with certainty. Although he had to bear the shame, but it feels if the disappearance of this innocent child will be more painful.
Devan is shocked by Ella's refusal. Even though he doesn't want to be a killer. But this time, he could do nothing. To get married, he had not thought about it. Especially to be a father by mistake when meeting Ella for the first time.
"If you don't want this child, I will take care of it myself" said Ella who immediately left where she got her heartache.
Devan stared at Ella's departure, in contrast to Siya who looked at Devan with hatred. "What are you doing, Devan?" siya asked Devan, who was still looking at the door where Ella came out.
Devan who heard Siya's question, was increasingly confused by the thought of women. What a woman wants is always different from what she wants. Only the nightclub lady always complies with him, even submissive to him.
"Am I wrong? With an abortion she can go back to work and not bear the shame." replied Devan lightly who immediately got a slap on the man's back. Of course it was Siya who was still there.
"Are you crazy! She's Devan's mother!" angry Siya who raised an annoyed look at Devan's usual reaction.
"Huh, stop! But don't blame anyone if you're haunted by that unborn baby!" threaten Siya who immediately left by carrying away the medical equipment he brought.
Devan sat himself down and turned his head to look at the ceiling of the break room. His mind was as chaotic as Ella's departure who was also crying like the first time he saw Ella. It felt like deja vu saw Ella crying like that.
"Gurghhh!" Devan felt that his head would break at that very instant from thinking about the woman that confused him.
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Ella with all the chaos in her heart, daydreaming by leaning herself on a tree near the project area. It feels like the word abortion from Devan is still ringing in his head until now, colliding with the memory when the man destroyed his pride.
If the man didn't want to admit to this child, at least why didn't the man have the thought to tell him first. Decide unilaterally and suddenly. And also, how did the man know that he was pregnant?
Ella remembers the man who seemed to change when he was hospitalized. Could be that guy already knew that in the hospital, right?
Still in show daydreaming it on the tree trunk. Unwittingly, one of the project workers who was controlling the contractor lost control and dropped the stone that was transported in any direction. And worse, one of the stones began to approach Ella, and....
Grepp's....
The two eyes meet. Those blue eyes and brown eyes were like being united with the gaze they were experiencing right now. Before long, the gaze ended due to the shouts from the people who were near the scene.
"President!!" harcen who ran away terbatoh-pogoh when he saw his boss already lying in the grass with women in his arms.
Ella who heard the cries of the people around, immediately got up and found Devan lying next to her. "Emm, once again thank you" said Ella who passed away leaving the place.
"Master, let me treat you first" said Harcen who had brought the P3K box.
"No, it's not a bad injury." refused Devan who immediately got up and ran after Ella who ran quite fast.
Everyone stared at Devan's departure with the same confused look. Come to think of it, Devan's hand was hurt pretty badly. It was clear from the blood that had hit his white shirt.
Devan finds Ella in the restroom. Actually Ella's voice makes Devan immediately know where Ella is. The sound of people vomiting makes Devan sure that Ella was not meant to stay away from him after he saved his life.
With full courage, Devan went into the toilet and massaged Ella's neck to make it feel comfortable. Ella was a little surprised, but the comfort in her nape made her bodo very much with the person who helped her now.
After feeling her stomach was no longer in contact, Ella immediately cleaned her mouth and raised her head. His eyes were patterned, when from the reflection of the mirror in front of him he saw Devan behind him.
"Keep well?" devan asked who was a little worried when he saw Ella's pale face.
"I-iya already." replied Ella who was embarrassed at a time like that Devan instead helped her.
Devan grabbed Ella's hands. I don't know, Siya's threats can make my hair stand up. With careful thought, Devan finally wants to make the innocent child alive. But before that.....
"I changed my mind. I will take responsibility for the mistakes of last month. And I will marry you for the identity of this child." Devan said making Ella stare in disbelief at Devan who spoke unhindered.
"Sorry Mister?"
Devan who understood Ella's confusion, sighed. With a serious look, Devan repeated his words again. "Let's get married!"
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