Myself

"Where the hell, Nosa? Did he deliberately forget and ignore me? But I miss him so much. He can't see me getting sick, like he used to. But now, he's changed. Don't wait for me at the hospital. Reply to messages and answer my phone calls either."

Gladis squeezed her pillow, strong, vented her anger. Annoyed that Nosa has changed, upset because it turns out that her pregnancy is still continuing, not a miscarriage as she expected.

Really tormented by the pain he's feeling right now. Until finally, perhaps raising this fetus was the best option for her. The feeling of not being able to raise a fetus is not worth the pain it suffers when bleeding occurs.

"Tok, tok, tok." There was a knock on the door of the Gladis treatment room.

The handsome doctor, the obstetrician who treated him while here appeared with a big smile.