The Tomb Next to the House
18. Burying Fetuses

Raihan didn't mention anything at all last night. Did Bryan explain to her, if there was nothing between us? I also refused to ask my husband.

Don't want to bring up that incident again. Let it be like this first. No, there's nothing different about him. Raihan was just acting normal, like nothing happened.

"Just go to work first, okay?" anyway, when I was in the kitchen was washing dishes used breakfast earlier.

"Yes, Mas. Be careful on the road."

"Al was also saying goodbye, Ma." The newly-appearing Althaf instantly crucified my hand, then kissed it.

I gently stroked her hair, saying, "Learn the truth, Al."

"Ready, Ma."

I didn't drive them to the front. Again morning sickness prevented me from getting standby in the kitchen.

"Geek!"

Wanting to turn around to pick up the towel at the end of the room, someone suddenly broke through the kitchen without the door. Quickly, both of his sturdy hands squeezed my body towards the wall. The roar of his hunting breath made my hair instantaneously brim.

And the same thing happened the other day. My energy that had not recovered after removing the entire stomach, made me only able to receive his indecent treatment resignedly.

As before, when the jerk was satisfied with his desire, he left me without a word coming out of his lips.

All I can do is cry. I am so sorry for myself that I can't do much. Even if I just maintain my self-esteem, I can't. Basic sucks.

Cowering on the floor without a single thread, it made me not intend to stop the roaring cries from the deepest recesses of my heart. My soul was hurt by Bryan's depraved actions on me. But I can what?

The stomach that began to feel sore wrapped around me no matter what, until a warm liquid thing came out from down there making me jerk. The pain I feel is getting worse. It was as if I was being slowly tortured by the intense pain in my stomach.

"Gurghhh!" my er was unable to hold the stomach that seemed to be stirred.

Before long, a lump of flesh just popped out of my core. I don't know how many drops of blood came out with it. Because now I've been lying on my own pool of blood.

I closed my eyes for a moment to gather energy, while gasping to regulate the rhythm of the breath that had faltered. Only then did I know that the growing fetus in my womb was now outside. Right between my legs.

Good though. I don't have to hide my pregnancy from my husband anymore. Don't have to take care of a son of a jerk like Bryan. This time I have to thank him. Because of his own actions, now his son died in vain.

The resentment at remembering the man moved my body to rise. I immediately cleaned myself up, then cleaned up all the mess on the kitchen floor. No lula, the body of the fetus was already wrapped with a piece of cloth.

Out of nowhere, I dared to dig the ground beside the sacred tomb. Fortunately, the atmosphere was quiet. All the doors and windows are closed. I'm sure no one knows of my reckless actions.

Finished burying him, I put a medium-sized stone as a marker. Because I deliberately made the fetal grave flat without a mound. Not to arouse anyone's suspicion. Especially Raihan mas who often come here to sow flowers.

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Drrt ... Drrt ....

The incoming notification rattled the phone lying on the nightstand. As fast as lightning I grabbed that flat object. Hoping Raihan mas who sent a chat to inform the reason why at this hour he has not returned home.

The tip of my lip was pulled upwards when the name 'my hubby' was on the screen. Just this time my guess was correct.

But not long after my lips curled back down. Sighs rough, for reading a message from him.

He can't go home tonight.

Huft ....

Although disappointed, but I have to be sincere. In order to meet our needs, he was willing to work tirelessly day and night.

"May your sweat be a blessing, Mas.

Considering it was midnight, I immediately pulled the blanket, then drowned myself in it, trying to sail the ark of the subconscious. Ignoring the knock outside the window of the room from earlier teased my evening.

I can ignore their existence, as long as they do not directly appear before me.

"Mrs .... "

I can still hear the sound from out there. Who'sis that? Why call mama? Did he call me? Don't-don't he ....