REVENGE OF EX-WIFE
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The POV Dena

I sat in the chair where I was after I finished wearing my clothes. Right said the man with the thin brew. He did not peek or just look.

You can imagine, if when wearing clothes I glared at him and did not turn away in the slightest.

Although this is his car, the clothes I'm going to wear are his, I don't want him to peek at my body just a little bit.

"Don't you think your hips are wet from sitting on a wet chair, hum?"

I looked at him with a slight shy smile. "That's fine. I'm used to it" I replied as I spoke.

"I know you're just trying to calm down. You're obviously a pregnant woman. It's not worth it to sit in that wet chair."

"I don't have a dry washcloth" I said.

"You should have divorced your husband" he said, making me a little curious as to what his response would be to me, although it might hurt a little.

"Because?" my many.

"You don't understand the mind of men."

Whatdoes thatmean? My heart really asked out loud.

But suddenly my stomach hurt again, this managed to make me hug my stomach.

"Why you?" the man's voice sounded panicked.

"My stomach hurts" I said groaning.

Quiescent.

That's all that happened after I said what I thought. I only care about my stomach, it hurts so much as if the inside of my stomach was ripped apart.

I'm afraid, is it possible that this happened because it had fallen earlier? I did hold it for the last half hour, because in fact I had less faith in others to say my suffering.

Stop over.

I felt this four-wheeled vehicle stopping somewhere, I looked around despite just glancing.

The man got out of his car and didn't know what he was doing in the back of the car.

I saw a doctor's box when I picked up one of the man's clothes.

Is he a doctor? I feel lucky to see a doctor at a crucial time like this. But that means, I will show this man my body when examined, and treated. Then I'll be ashamed to get to the bone. No-no, this can't happen!

The door was opened by the man, he looked very worried when I saw his face. The man lowered the back of the chair I was sitting on. It makes it like a temporary bed for the patient.

He started to put his hands close to my stomach, but I brushed him off.

"Why?" his tan was hoarse, there was a cry I saw in his eyes. Is he worried about me?

"I. .. don't want to be touched by you" I said.

"Are you crazy! You're sick, how can you refuse to be touched! I didn't touch you like a post-marriage relationship, just a temporary touch to save you!" his anger sounds really scary to me. It makes me down, I don't like anger.

Finally rather than him continuing his anger, I nodded and was willing to be touched by him.

Not long after, for only about five minutes, he examined my stomach and nodded as if he understood.

Then check his bag, and hand me a pill.

"Eat this, your baby's okay, just shifted a little while maybe you fell .." he said.

I opened my mouth and he put the pill on me.

"It's just a gynecological strengthening pill. I'll check you in my room after this."

He made the chair sit as before. Then told me to lie down in the passenger seat to sleep remembering it was night.