"You've been in the restroom for quite some time. Was something the matter?"
The speaker demanded that the door be opened quickly. Sandra had been there for about an hour without hearing the sound of a running faucet.
"I'm OK. Just a few stomach pangs," Sandra stated in a half-scream.
She lied. She ended herself sitting beside the bathtub and crying. Even though she was suppressing her cries, no sound emanated from that location.
"I'm going in."
There was no sound coming from inside. However, Bara was similarly unable to open the door since it was locked.
"Dear?"
Just exhaled. He was quite anxious about his wife. Was there something that angered the woman that prompted Sandra to enter the room alone?
"I'm fine Bara."
Fortunately, Sandra emerged shortly thereafter. Her eyes appeared wet. In addition, water droplets drenched his face.
"What occurred to you? Tell me what occurred. Where does it hurt?"
Bara's hand reached out to Sandra's body. Ensure that the smooth skin has no wounds.
"I'm OK Bara. Perhaps it has already begun menstruation if stomach cramps are present."
Sandra removed Bara's hand from her body's midsection. Even though she was aware that he was anxious, she did not rule out the potential that this individual would seize the opportunity. Better to prevent.
"Okay, then you may relax. I will obtain warm water to compress your abdomen."
Sandra merely nodded. She dragged her feet to the bed and laid her exhausted body on it. Bara should exit the room. It touched his heart to see how concerned Bara was for her. Simply put, she cannot simply go to sleep.
Dreett...Dreett....
The cell phone rattles on the nightstand. Sandra checked to see who had texted her. Identical to the preceding number, whose name is unknown.
This time, the unknown individual submitted a photograph. Before clicking to download the snapshot, Sandra sighed. She widened his heart to see what the mystery individual might discover.
With only a half-turn to download, Bara's footsteps became even closer. Sandra decided to return her phone.
She remembered to bring the blanket to her chest. She was forced to close his eyes to deceive Bara about his illness.
"Sandra I'm back. The following are a little towel and warm water. Allow me to assist you with compressing your stomach."
Without awaiting Sandra's reaction, he spoke. Just ripped the blanket off. He lifted Sandra's pajamas carefully to display her flat stomach.
Bara was shocked for a few moments until Adam's apple began to bob up and down. How could it not be, smooth white skin with an enticing central slit pasted in front of the eyes?
Thankfully, Bara still possesses a conscience to restrain his desire this time. He soaked the little towel and wrung away the excess water. Place it gently on Sandra's stomach.
"Bara, I'm alright."
Sandra instinctively held Bara's hand against her stomach. She could not remain indifferent as Bara took such meticulous care of her. "Leave me alone. It will improve in the coming minutes."
"No issue," Bara said. He wants to do it for her, without leaving Sandra's stomach.
"Allow me to care for you. You continue to be my responsibility."
Sandra ingested her saliva to muffle the profanity spewing from her brain. Observe how deceitful this individual in front of him is.
She is unquestionably Bara's duty. Previously, she dared to abandon Sandra and the unborn child.
"Up to you. If you complain that your hands are fatigued from caring for me, I am not accountable."
Bara laughed at Sandra's narrative. Feel so absurd to hear this. How can simply pressing the towel, changing the water, and squeezing it be sufficient?
Throughout the day at the office, he is akin to an ink and voice porter. For the continuation of his firm, he is furiously typing several ideas. If she considers what he is doing at the moment, it is insignificant.
"You can massage my soreness, right?" He raised his eyebrows to taunt his wife.
No reaction was given by Sandra. The woman did nothing but purse her lips and move her head to the side.
"What medications do you typically take? If the condition does not improve, I will come down and dilute the medication for you."
Sandra's face again rotated to face Bara. Not sure why this man is so sweet to her. In addition, Bara's charisma is increasing as he squeezes the towel.
"Did I hear correctly? Mr. Hernandez will purchase a woman's monthly period medication at the pharmacy. Isn't his pride on the table right now?" Sandra grimaced.
Sandra was truly flattered by Bara's actions. It's only that you need to avoid being too complacent to prevent the development of out-of-control emotions.
"When I chose to disregard you and our child in the past, my self-esteem suffered," Bara answered with a cold expression.
Sandra was, of course, astonished, as Hal may attest. Is it true that Bara feels genuine regret?
Drett ... Drett ....
The phone on Sandra's nightstand vibrated again. Bara took the initiative to get her this time, fearing that his wife would be unable to reach him.
"Your device vibrates. Consider who is phoning you. I'll replenish this ice water."
Bara rose to his feet while holding his compressed bowl. Allow Sandra to access her phone. He was either unwilling to inquire or too interested. Bara's primary concern right now is Sandra's well-being.
Before Bara's departure, Sandra read the message from the unidentified individual. The photo download is entirely available. She displayed a photograph of two persons he knew so well.
Lukito, the father of Sandra, is observed resting in the hospital bed where he was last treated. It was evident that Bara Hernandez was praising a handgun directly at Lukito's heart while standing next to him. The middle-aged man's fear is evident from his look in the photograph.
[How? Do you wish to cohabit with a murderer?
The sound of communication that just came. After a period of silence, the sender returned to write anything. Perhaps angered by Sandra's seeming indifference.
[Is your heart in good health?]
Several moments later, another message from the same number surfaces.
Sandra could no longer handle it. She tapped the call icon to determine who he was playing games with.
There was no response from the recipient of the ringtone. After it concludes, the individual sends it another message.
[It is not yet time for you to hear my sweet voice, sweetheart.]
Sandra was becoming irritated. Who the hell is this individual? His heart was brimming with insatiable curiosity. I imagined the pale face of his father at Bara's gunpoint.
Bara arrived with a glass of water and multiple sachets of medication.
"I do not know what you typically consume. So I purchased them all."
Sandra was astonished to discover Bara carrying twenty different brands of painkillers.
She is not at all ill. Just pretend. Where might this medication be taken? She did not expect Bara to take her complaint so seriously.
"What exactly are you doing? God, I'm fine already. No need to consume it!" Sandra exclaimed in a panic.
Bara merely gazed in disbelief. His efforts to demonstrate care appeared futile.
"Yes, consume a beverage when the discomfort returns. I put it in the drawer of the nightstand. Now sleep."
The tablet sheet was placed in the drawer by Bara. He also placed a securely sealed glass of warm water on top of it. Take the blanket and wrap it up to Sandra's chest.
"Where are you headed?"
Sandra anticipated that Bara would lie down next to her. However, the boy has just left the bed.
"I am required to accomplish some tasks. Just give me a call if you need anything."
Bara walked prior to Sandra. His sympathetic and then indifferent demeanor caused Sandra to have doubts. Her spouse gave her time to process the news that had just been delivered.
His thoughts were uneasy as he recalled the horrifying incident just now. Ultimately, it was not the bullet that killed his father. Due to Lukito's heart attack, it was impossible to save his life.
Thoughts of various whips entered Sandra's mind. According to him, what she must do immediately is reenter Bara's life. While searching for facts, what truly transpired between Lukito and Bara in the past?
Sandra quickly closed her eyes, too exhausted to continue thinking about this.
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