Pellucid
Chapter 10 - Forgive Mama, Honey.

Suddenly cold sweat flooded over Bening's body instantly. Suddenly he smelled a smell of water. Like the smell of blood.

His view, which initially saw the atmosphere of the crowd queuing abortion patients, was suddenly quiet. Silent and there was no one around.

The white ceramic floor in front of him was full of blood splattered everywhere. So that from the original pure white turned blood red. And there was a voice of invisible roar that stifled the chest.

"Mama.. hurts."

"Don't kill me, Ma."

"Mama..."

A baby's voice sounded in his ears. His eyes suddenly looked at the tiny baby in front of him. Still red. Like just born.

But the situation is so astounding. Making his body tremble and his heart sliced like a chill. It's like a slash. Ruffled.

The baby's body is not intact like a baby in general.

Her tears can no longer be blocked. Since then it has been creek in the eye. Now the decays instantly flooded his smooth cheeks. Wet and his voice stuck in the esophagus.

"Mr?"

"Mbak Della," called the young nurse as she shook Bening's still silent arms.

Degs...

Instantly, Bening's spirit seemed to be pulled back and his breath was panting.

"Huh. huh.... huh..."

"Mbak Della why? Scared?" ask the nurse with an ordinary face.

As if the nurse had been used to seeing the reactions of prospective patients like Bening. Especially for patients who are having an abortion for the first time.

Fear, anxiety, and anxiety. For him it is natural and natural.

"Ma_sorry, Sus. Sa_ is not focused. What's up?" ask Bening slightly stuttered.

Bening tried to get rid of his nervousness. The shadow he had just experienced was so real. It was like his life was being forcibly taken away.

"It's a sequence number, Ma'am. Number 13," answered the sister, handing over a small piece of paper to Bening.

Clear received it with a slightly trembling hand. He saw the number 13 on the paper.

Most people, most anti with the number 13. Many say the number 13 is an unlucky carrier. Unlucky aka does not bring any luck at all.

I thought for a moment while looking at the watch. Currently still calling patients with sequence number 3.

As for the number 13 must have been quite a while, he thought. She looked at the Rolex luxury watch on her right wrist. It is currently showing at eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"Sus," call Bening.

"Yes, what's wrong with Della?" ask sister.

"If it's faster, what can it be?" ask Bening lirih.

He frowned his fingers. Trying to shake off his anxiety.

"Of course you can, ma'am. But there's an extra five hundred grand. And certainly after this Mbak can go directly in for handling inside," replied the nurse.

"Will you come in soon?" ask the nurse with a sparkling smile because the extra money will be received. As if it was in front of his eyes.

"Eh, i_iya Sus."

"Alright, Ma'am wait here. After this I accompany Mbak inside," said the sister.

After ten minutes of waiting, the door of the abortion room opened and showed a young female patient limp and pale-faced.

Even the young woman who he estimated was the same age as himself was in a wheelchair driven slowly by a young man who according to his age is not much different from the woman.

Looks like the young lady was delivered by her lover who impregnated her.

Before long, the nurse who spoke to Bening earlier immediately entered the handling room. Bening who was still struck by heartbreak, suddenly asked the location of the toilet to the other sisters who were sitting at the table not far from the position Bening was in.

After that, I went to the toilet for a while. But Bening is not going to the toilet but to the exit.

When she saw the limp young female patient in a wheelchair passing by, there was a whisper to her. Like a man's voice. But whose voice, Bening did not know.

"Go, Clear."

"Get out of this damn place. Hurry along!"

Plus the sound of a baby screaming and crying roars at her, coming back to haunt her. She decided to leave the abortion clinic as soon as she could.

After successfully exiting the luxury home that became the covert abortion clinic, Bening walked to the gate of the housing.

Before long, Bening stopped a taxi to drive to his house. Clear breathing relief. For it has gone far from that damned place.

Along the way, he realized all the mistakes he was desperate to go to the abortion clinic without a second thought. He is truly sorry. Deeply sorry.

Bening will not be able to forgive himself if the baby is successfully aborted earlier. His eyes were still puffy and his nose was red because his tears were still faithfully dripping.

"I'm sorry Mama, baby. Mama promised to keep and keep you. Whatever happens. Although the whole world is insulting and laughing at your stupidity. Even if your real father doesn't accept you. It'sit's okay. Mama will still take care of you lovingly until the last blood point, "bening's mind cries bitterly while stroking his stomach that is still flat.

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