Bitter Tongue In-Law
7. Stupid Fucking Stupid

"Yes God. Why is it so sick?" Nuna knelt on the floor with her forehead beginning to sweat.

A hand touched the woman's left and right side. He looked to the side and saw Bian with a different face.

"You sick?"

"My stomach. Ahhh." Nuna is tightening the grip. Not long after, he felt his upper legs warm up.

"blood. Jesus, Bian help me. Please take me to the midwife. Please save my son. I beg you." The groan of enduring the pain had now turned into a cry.

"You pregnant?"

Bian reflexively takes Nuna into his carrier and takes her to a nearby puskesmas on a run. Puskesmas who happen to be not far from the shop make them get there quickly.

There was no discussion on the way to Puskesmas. Just the sound of moans from Nuna that occasionally made Bian even more worried. In his heart, Bian actually felt annoyed and angry at the woman. Why was Nuna dishonest from the beginning if she was pregnant. From this incident, he felt to be an evil human if anything happened to the female fetus.

"Hows it? Is the content okay?" Bian asked after the woman got the treatment.

"Bu Nuna I told you not to work too tired. Do not move too heavy which can cause great fatigue. Just a few days ago when I checked I told you. And now there's a collision. Her husband's father, right? This time your baby survived. Please be more careful, sir. Excuse me."

Husband? Our fetus? What kind of a shit is this. You stupid woman. Why she sacrificed her baby by working.

Bian, who was feeling a higher pity compared to his pity or guilt, entered the room by opening the door rudely. He couldn't stand not giving the woman a tantrum.

However, upon seeing Nuna lying down with her pale face, she was slowly irritated and her anger decreased to tens of seconds and then disappeared.

"Why not talk about being pregnant? You think it's gonna be funny when anything happens to your womb?"

"You worried about me?"

"Where is your word from? I'm not worried about you at all, but the problem is that you're working with me. I'd be an evil human if your fetus couldn't be saved." Bian's emotions that had subsided were now back up.

Nuna got up from lying down slowly. He rested his back on the head of the bed with an empty setting staring at the tightly closed door.

"I did that there must be a reason, Bian. I need a job, if I'm honest I'm pregnant, I'm afraid that you won't take me to work at your place."

Nuna's answer brought Bian into a negative mind. She needs a job while pregnant like this especially if not pregnant without a husband. The man's eyes were still staring in the same direction, with Nuna's pale face and tired strokes visible from her face. He was deliberately silent only to hear the continuation of the story of the woman.

"I have a husband, Bian. But I chose to work because there was something I couldn't possibly explain. I'm sorry, yeah. I wasn't honest from the start and I didn't know that what I was hiding was causing trouble." Nuna felt guilty and lowered her head. As usual, he was too afraid to look at Bian if he was upset.

"You realize no? Even if you're not honest, you'll gradually show up if you're pregnant. Do you think that you're pregnant your stomach will be so constant until you give birth? You idiot!"

"Yes I mean, I'll tell you that my stomach is a little bigger. I also won't be able to keep this from you. I'm not stupid, Bian. Why do you always make fun of me like that?" Nuna protested with a slight shout.

"See this! You're stupid, but you don't want to be stupid. You almost lost your fetus and now you're talking screaming. You're not afraid that the fetus came out because of your screams."

Nuna slowly threw her face to the side. He thought that his entry into the puskesmas would make Bian behave a little. At least not constantly making fun of him stupid.

In her heart, Nuna cursed herself. He thought after this would definitely not be allowed to return to work.

"Bian, I can still work at your shop, right?"

"No!" Bian replied firmly and thoughtlessly.

"Think about it again, Bian."

"Are you crazy? I'm not that bad at hiring pregnant women. Now I'm asking you. Your husband knows you work? I'm sure I didn't. He'll definitely ban you if he finds out you're working. You wait here, I'll go back to the store and get your bags, call your family so you're picked up here."

Bian twisted his body and walked out. He did not realize Nuna was limping while holding her stomach was trying to chase. Though his ears still clearly heard his name called, but he deliberately ignored it because he felt Nuna had gone too far. This includes fraud according to him.

Bian stopped walking when he was already outside the room. The call from Nuna that was like following her footsteps made her stop and turn around.

"Basic fool!" Again, Bian made fun of me quietly. Although the knife is less sharp with his words, Bian is still a human who must have a good side. Even though that side he showed in a way that looked cruel.

"You don't have a brain or what? I don't understand why God put a baby in you. A woman who cannot think with her brain. Who told you to walk after me? You want anything to happen to your future son? Think of your son, not yourself!"

The sound of scolding from Bian got a response to the gaze of some people who were at the puskesmas. They are not aware that some people are turning their attention to them. Including one woman who knew Nuna very well.

"I .. I just asked not to tell my husband. That's right, he doesn't know I work. Please don't tell him. I'm going out of the store, I don't work at your shop. I'm going home. I'm sorry." Nuna was a little teary when she said that.

"Hm. I'm sorry, but don't let your husband come to me to abuse me, I'm here to be the victim of the fraud you committed. Get in there, don't walk. That's if you care about your future son."

Bian continued the steps he had forced to stop. Just a few steps he walked, he heard Nuna talking to someone. He reflexively turned his head and he found Nuna who was dealing with a woman. Not wanting to know who and what the two were related to, he chose to return to the store.