Missing In The Heart
Chapter 83. Impregnated.

Doctor Elizabeth had just finished putting the infusion on Rachel when Mahavir entered her room. Mahavir was immediately surprised to see a bottle of sterile liquid in the right hand of doctor Elizabeth who was lifted with height.

"Sorry can you help me hang this higher?" (*sorry can you help me hang this higher?) Ask doctor Elizabeth as soon as she sees Mahavir stepping into the room.

Mahavir frowned a little, frowning, but quickly approached and took over a sterile bottle filled with crystalloid liquid from the hands of doctor Elizabeth then without a second thought directly pinned it on the iron sidelines of a modern sleeping lamp hanging from the ceiling and jutting down on his bedside. An impromptu drip bottle hang that left doctor Elizabeth smiling faintly.

"Is my wife's condition so bad that she has to be given intravenous fluids?" (*Is my wife's condition so bad that she should be given intravenous fluids?) mahavir asked worriedly, as his nether moved to observe the liquid from inside the bottle that flowed through a small hose and into his wife's veins.

"Your wife's blood pressure is very low, and she is a little dehydrated, because she is so weak that I have her fluids." (*Your wife's blood pressure is very low, and she's a little dehydrated, because she's so weak that I give her fluids.) Doctor Elizabeth explained, filling her syringe with vitamin liquid from a small bottle and injecting it into a bottle of Rachel's infusion liquid, until a second later the infusion liquid changed color to pink. "it's just a vitamin, you don't have to worry like that." (*this is just a vitamin, you don't have to worry like that.) continued Elizabeth's doctor because Mahavir kept looking at her with a worried look on his face.

Mahavir rubbed his face with both hands and tried to smile in front of Elizabeth's doctor. "But she's fine right? does she need to be hospital?" (*but he's okay, right? does he need to be hospitalized?)

Doctor Elizabeth shook her head slowly and smiled and patted Mahavir on the shoulder, "She is fine, now she's just sleep. And.congratulations looks like your wife is pregnant." (*He's fine, now he's just asleep. And congratulations it looks like your wife is pregnant.)

Mahavir raised both eyebrows, looking at the face of the middle-aged female doctor beside him as if asking for an explanation. Doctor Elizabeth just nodded with a smile, making the look on Mahavir's face that had been filled with a sense of worry changed instantly to sparkle. "Really's? Is it true?"

Doctor Elizabeth smiled again, "For more details you check your wife to a Obstetricians and gynecologist." (*For more details you consult your wife to the obstetrician.)

Mahavir nodded quickly with his white face, then sat on the edge of his bed looking at his wife's face. Her hands raised rub Rachel's forehead to the top of her head lovingly, momentarily forgetting the problem that had previously occurred. He then bent his body half over Rachel's body, and kissed repeatedly Rachel's forehead and stroked her cheeks gently.

Doctor Elizabeth shook her head slowly while reviewing the smile at the behavior of the son of the blood successor of the Alister family that he had served for decades. He bowed respectfully and then went out of the room to give privacy to the couple. Doctor Elizabeth continued to step her feet into the lounge still on the same floor and sat there waiting until the infusion of the Young Lady of the Alister family ran out.

Happiness so enveloped Mahavir heard the news that his wife already contains blood of his flesh, until he unconsciously kissed the entire surface of his wife's face. Every inch of that beautiful face that still looked pale. Until his activities disrupted the deep sleep Rachel.

Rachel frowned slightly, then her two eyelids slowly opened. The eyes that still look moist are squeaking and then blink a few times to adjust the glare of light that enters his eyes until it finally opens perfectly. But his eyes were closed again when his net caught Mahavir's face right above his face. The clear thread fell back from the corner of his eye.

"Darling....." Call her gently, gently rubbing the two corners of Rachel's eyes then grabbing onto one other Rachel's hand and pecking at the back of her hand. "How are you feeling right now? Is there anything you need?" He continued attentively with one more hand that continued to caress Rachel's cheek.

Instead of answering Mahavir's question, even a sobbing cry sounded from Rachel, making more tears spill out of both eyes that were still closed.

Don't be like this Vir. I can't stand facing you who always act like this to me.....

"Honey.... What's wrong with you? Please tell me, don't shut up like this. It's torturing me so much, and it's also torturing yourself." Grasping Rachel's hand tightly with both hands, while her net was constantly staring at her. "Did my father say something that hurt you?"

There was no answer from Rachel, the woman still silenced her mouth, only the sound of her crying increasingly sounding bitter and slashing. To make Mahavir hurt and shed his tears. "Darling... Please, speak... Tell me what's my fault with you?" Ask again while sticking his forehead on Rachel's forehead, until the breath was so felt on the surface of Rachel's facial skin. Even the tears of the man dripped down his wife's cheeks.

"Say baby...What's my fault with you?" Deuteronomy.

Rachel bit her lower lip to hold back her crying, seeing that Mahavir had instead pressed her lips against Rachel's lips and gently smeared them, wetting the surface of the dry lip skin and continuing to kiss her. But instead of being silent and lulled by Mahavir's kiss, Rachel's cry even more broken until her chest looks up and down with a rhythm that is so fast and looks crowded.

Mahavir was surprised, he quickly raised his face and body. "Darling....? What's wrong with you?" Holding both shoulders of Rachel who was shaking violently. "Calm down, baby, calm down.I won't do it again. So relax..."

Rachel kept her mouth shut, speaking a thousand languages. Rachel tried to turn her body to the left side to avoid Mahavir sitting on her right side, but something attached to the back of her right hand stopped her movement. His eyes finally opened again to see something stuck on the back of his hand that felt so painful. Rachel's eyeballs can be seen moving to look at her hands and then raise her head following a small hose connected to a sterile bottle hanging high near her.

"It's just vitamins, so you don't limp anymore." Mahavir said, noticing Rachel's eyes as if wondering about her condition. Mahavir rubbed his eyes and held Rachel's hand with both hands. "I have good news for you, baby, for us..." He then gently stroked Rachel's arm with a happy twinkle even though in her eyes still visible remnants of tears.

Rachel didn't bully him, she was still trying to turn her body around to avoid Mahavir.

"Rachel..." Call him a little firm until his jaw seems a little hardened. He let out a long sigh and again made Rachel lie on her back facing him and restrain his wife's movements by holding both shoulders.

"Darling... Don't provoke my anger. My patience has its limits, too, and I don't want to hurt you..."

Rachel gasped and pecked at his position.he closed his eyes again, so reluctant to see Mahavir's face. "Please.let me alone this time." Said in the end.

Mahavir let out a long sigh many times until he finally pulled both of his hands from Rachel's shoulders and got up to his feet. "Well if you still don't want to talk to me. I'll go out and be patient waiting for your explanation. Rest up... Doctor Elizabeth will accompany you while here." He said, fixing the blanket wrapped in Rachel's body and then stepping his feet out of the room.

In the doorway, Mahavir still had time to turn around at a glance and smiled bitterly at his wife who was so unwilling to see her face. He took a deep breath and closed the door slowly. Mahavir stepped into the lounge where Elizabeth's doctor sat down and asked her doctor to go back into her room and accompany her.

The night is getting late, the temperature has decreased to 5°C, making the cold air more piercing. Mahavir laid his body on the sofa with one hand held to his head and one hand raised to cover his eyes. Her body was so tired after her long non-stop activities all day, but what she experienced tonight made her eyes so hard to shut. He dissolved in his mind until he finally fell asleep as well.

At 02:00 in the morning, Stuart just came out of the study. He's been watching CCTV footage every minute of what's going on in every corner of the room in the penthouse this week, including the incident last afternoon where her Young Madam was seen rummaging through her husband's own workspace.

Stuart gritted his teeth tightly, holding back anger because Bik Inah who was assigned to the penthouse did not even give a report. At least, if Bik Inah reported everything this afternoon then Stuart could handle it immediately and all the events tonight would be avoided.

With his long strides, Stuart was already on the second floor and was about to report what he saw to his Young Master, but he did not do so when he saw his Young Master asleep and curled up on the sofa with a state that made his heart full. For nine more years with Mahavir at all times, making Stuart consider his Young Master like his own brother. Stuart takes a new blanket from the room that Risya once occupied then blankets Mahavir. After that he sat on one of the single sofas near Mahavir. Leaning his back to the sofa's backrest with both arms crossed in front of his chest, as well as both eyes that continued to observe his sleeping Young Master.

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After Stuart and Elizabeth's doctor, Mahavir busied himself in the pantry making Rachel breakfast porridge.

Slow sigh escaped from Mahavir's mouth when he remembered the words of the doctor Elizabeth before returning home that explained that the feelings of the pregnant woman were sensitive and unstable, he would easily get angry or cry without cause. For that Mahavir is asked to be more patient, not to make his wife depressed because it will be dangerous for the fetus they contain. Therefore, Mahavir also thought that his wife's anger could be due to the influence of pregnancy hormones.

Mahavir threw away his daydream once the porridge had burst, he quickly turned off the stove and moved the porridge to the bowl and took it to the room where Rachel was still asleep under the covers.

Rachel frowned slightly and immediately woke up as Mahavir placed his homemade porridge on the nightstand. The aroma from the porridge made his stomach suddenly churn.

"Treid...." Rushing Rachel ran to the bathroom and vomited out her entrails which were only liquid.

Realizing the cause of Rachel's nausea, Mahavir immediately lifted the porridge bowl back and brought it back to the pantry and replaced it with fruit.

Rachel was still in the bathroom when Mahavir returned to the room with some fresh fruit. Mahavir put the fruit on the table and approached Rachel to help him. But again Rachel pushed him and did not want to accept his help.

"What really happened yesterday? Why are you acting like this?" He asked in frustration as he followed Rachel out of the bathroom.

"Dear talk...until when are you going to be like this?" Ask again.

Rachel turned around and looked at Mahavir with anger. "Until you're honest with me." He said with a trembling voice.

Mahavir raised both eyebrows, not understanding the direction of Rachel's conversation. "Honest what, baby? I don't understand what you mean."

"You still want to pretend you don't know?"

Mahavir rubbed his face violently, his mind suddenly blank and unable to digest the meaning of Rachel's words.

"WHEN WILL I GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO BE HONEST?" rachel shouted with a voice that was already raucous accompanied by crying.

Mahavir was speechless but with puzzled looking eyes.

"FUCKING COWARD!!!" He then turned and was about to step out of the room, but his steps came to a halt as Mahavir suddenly hugged him from behind.

"I'm sorry I love that I have something wrong with you, but I really don't understand what you're talking about." He said as he peeked at Rachel's nape and inhaled the scent of his wife's body deeply.

Rachel rebelled and let go of the embrace, turning back to face Mahavir and pushing him away. But Mahavir stayed where he was and instead pulled Rachel's waist up to him.

"Until when are you gonna lie to me, huh? Until when?" He asked while beating Mahavir's chest. Her crying broke again.

"Darling...."

"Don't call me baby...I hate you, Vir, I hate you so much."

"Darling..."

"I told you not to call me baby!" His anger then pushed Mahavir hard.

Rachel looked back at him sharply, then finally asked once more for the last time. "I ask you again, are you honest or not?"

Mahavir was silent for a while, staring at Rachel's bead for answers, while his brain worked quickly to figure out what she meant. Until finally his mouth opened, "Are you already a...."

PLAQUE.....' One slap back landed onto Mahavir's cheek.

"Yes, I already know everything, asshole!"

Mahavir shook his head then rubbed his face violently. "Darling, I can explain everything." She tried to hug Rachel, but Rachel stepped back and stayed away.

"Are you satisfied with deceiving and playing tricks on me......, Dirman???"

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