"How can I be pregnant," Mylar asked pulling at Vida's arm as if she wanted to cut it off.
Mylar placed her hands on her face, her face began to squeeze slowly as she started crying.
"Jesus, I have never seen you this ugly whenever you cry before. Can you please stop?" Vida pleaded with her, Mylar looked horrible, her face all reddish and her eyes all puffy and Vida didn't like the way she looked at all.
She got up and went to get a tissue box for Mylar. When she came back, she passed the box to Mylar who took out a few of the tissue papers and wiped off her tears.
"What do I do now?" Mylar asked still sobbing quietly, Vida started patting her back gently and then replied. "I don't know."
They both hugged each other and Vida continued to comfort her. Later on, they took a cab to Mylar's house.
"That idiot doesn't even know that he is going to be a father," Vida said as they got inside Mylar's room, Mylar lay on the bed and Vida sat by her side, when Mylar heard what she said, she got up quickly.
"Out of all the men in the world, I had to get pregnant for that asshole," Mylar said and started crying again, Vida got irritated by her tears and yelled at her.
"Hey, will you stop it already? We are both in this mess together, so let's find a solution rather than sitting down here and crying."
Mylar stopped crying and they both sat down thinking of what to do. After a while, Vida said.
"One thing is certain and that is, you can't abort the child, Jesus doesn't agree with that."
Mylar nodded in agreement, she also didn't think she dared to abort an innocent child even if her dad is an asshole.
"We are going to take care of that child together," Vida said, she placed her hand on Mylar's hand with a reassuring smile on her face and Mylar thanked her.
"Thanks a lot, Vida, I appreciate you."
After helping Mylar prepare her dinner, Vida went home promising to see her at the club the following night.