"Mom, it hurts..." Byanca moaned again, the sweat was pouring down her forehead, even her tears were obediently flowing and wetting her smooth cheeks.
"Patient, dear. Hold on," said Mrs. Seira, holding the woman's hand, stroking the back of her hand in a very slow and gentle motion, trying to strengthen her future daughter-in-law.
"The hospital is close," she added, one hand stroking the woman's hair.
Byanca did not respond, the woman closed her eyes in extreme pain.
While on the other hand, Devan just sat there not knowing what to do, his current appearance looked like he was in a daze. He never expected that Byanca would end up like this.
A few minutes passed, and the ambulance finally turned and entered a hospital yard that was not too wide. Soon several nurses greeted their arrival.
Getting out of the ambulance, Mrs. Seira immediately followed where the hospital staff took Byanca, while Devan followed behind with neither fast nor slow steps.
Waiting in front of the examination room, Mrs. Seira and Devan just sat quietly with anxious feelings. Even though the man didn't like Byanca that much, it didn't mean he would ignore her in this hurt state, especially if it was his own doing.
It was he who caused Byanca to be like this, a hint of guilt tucked into the recesses of his heart. He was too indifferent to his surroundings, so concerned with his feelings that she had accidentally hurt those around him.
Unrelenting harsh sighs could be heard from between Mrs. Seira's lips.
"Devan, how can Byanca get hurt like that?" asked the middle-aged woman, at last, walking over to her son and sitting right next to him.
Devan did not answer, the man was just silent.
"Devan, you heard me right? Or now you don't think of me as your mother anymore?" asked Mrs. Seira again.
"Why would Mama say something like that? I never had the same thoughts as you just said," Devan replied, turning to where his mother was.
"Are you aware? You've been ignoring me lately, whenever I ask you to talk or say something to you your response is always this nonchalant, Devan. Why? Is it because of that woman?"
"Anna has changed you, you are not like my son anymore since that woman appeared, even now she is also trying to ruin your relationship with Byanca."
"I'll never let you two be together," she added.
"This has nothing to do with Anna, Mom. Stop blaming someone who doesn't even know what's going on," Devan replied.
"You defended her?"
"No, Mom. I'm just telling the truth, besides I wonder why Mama likes a woman like Byanca so much."
"Like what? What kind of woman is Byanca? Wasn't she your first choice too? And now that she's pregnant with your child, seeing her patient with your childish behavior was more than enough to make me like her, you should be aware. Anna can't be compared to Byanca at all, you have to understand this."
Hearing his mother's words, Devan takes a sigh of breath. "Do you like that woman? What do you know about Byanca is not all. Don't spoil her too much. It will only make her act as she pleases," Devan retorted.
"I never taught you to be like this, Devan. How can you say something like this while your future wife is hurting?" Mrs. Seira sighed, massaging her temples which started to throb after hearing her son's words.
"She'll be fine, Ma," Devan said.
"I'm worried about my grandchild," Mrs. Seira replied curtly. It seemed like if she kept talking to her son, then she would grow old faster than she should.
"Come on, don't say anything more. You're just making me dizzy," said the middle-aged woman again while taking a deep breath.
"I hope that Byanca and her womb are okay," she said again and stood up from her position, walking away from Devan, who knows where.
Now only Devan is alone in front of the gynecology poly room. After a few minutes, the door to the room opened.
A nurse immediately came out of there and walked towards him.
"The doctor wants to talk to the patient's husband," said the nurse looking left and right along the corridor.
"Are you the patient's husband?" she asked Devan when she found no one but the man.
Hearing the nurse's words, Devan stood up slowly. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly. He can't see a gynecologist from a woman who is not pregnant with his child.
"Sir? Are you the patient's husband?" asked the nurse once again when there was no response from the man in front of her.
"Why are you silent, Devan? Don't act stupid like this, come in and accompany Byanca," Mrs. Seira suddenly appeared, in one hand there was a bottle of mineral water.
"But Mom..." Devan's words stop when the middle-aged woman immediately pushed him towards the door of the room.
"Come on. Don't make me dizzier," said Mrs. Seira.
The nurse who saw it only smiled faintly, "Please follow me, sir," she said.
Devan didn't give any reply and just resigned himself to following the directions of the female nurse who walked in front of him. Only a sigh could be heard escaping from between his lips.
'Hmm, consider this my atonement for accidentally pushing Byanca,' Devan thought trying to make peace with himself.
Entering the room, Devan could see Byanca still unconscious on the gurney. Yes, on the way to the gynecology poly room, the woman fainted and seemed to be still unconscious.
"Please sit down, sir," said the obstetrician, inviting Devan to sit on the chair that had been provided right in front of her desk.
The man just obeyed without responding.
"You are the patient's husband?"
Hearing that, Devan was silent again, not knowing what to say.
Seeing the response of the man in front of her, the doctor just smiled and then opened her voice again.
The obstetrician told him about Byanca's current condition. The woman's womb is fine and only has minor bleeding.. If only Byanca's womb was weak, maybe the fetus in her womb has come out.
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