Clarita's chest?

"Get up," said Atma, his strong hand holding out a glass of mineral water for Clarita.

Instead of accepting Atma's glass, Clarita stared at him coldly. She looked at Atma suspiciously. "What do you want to come here for? I am not a cheap woman who will easily give my body to you.”

“Why do you think that?”

Clarita snorted lazily and said, “Isn't that a trick of rich men like you, sir? Helping weak women like me, coming like a hero, making them feel like they owe you a favor, and then asking for payment by being served in bed? After that? You will throw away women like dirty laundry.”

“Wouldn't dirty clothes be washed and used again?” said Atma, not wanting to lose.

"That's right, and when the clothes are worn out, you will throw them away and replace them with new ones. That's the wheel of life in bed for a CEO like you,  sir." Clarita replied sarcastically.

Atma's gaze did not soften completely, but he understood the situation Clarita was going through, and his suspicions about Clarita's pregnancy were becoming more real. “Are you one of those dirty clothes?”

Clarita stared at him intently; she didn't expect that Atma would ask a question that managed to silence him. She also doesn't know whether she has dirty clothes or whether she still has clothes that have been washed. She was also confused; all she remembered was that he was attending a college friend's birthday party, and when he woke up, he was already in her room, unclothed. She didn't find anyone in the room. She also didn't find any clues as to who the man was who succeeded in crushing him.

"Silence means yes," said Atma after silence enveloped the two of them.

“I don't know how I picture myself,” he admits. “Move.” Clarita was about to get out of bed; she didn't want to keep lying down like someone who was seriously ill.

But unfortunately, Clarita's balance was shaky. Luckily, Atma, who was nearby, quickly caught Clarita's tiny body. Their eyes locked on each other, and again, a familiar feeling crept over both of them. Clarita felt suspicious, and Atma felt calm. For some reason, he felt that Clarita's gaze was able to calm his heart. Even though the woman often gave him cold, annoyed, and vengeful looks,

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." Both of their gazes immediately shifted to the figure of a woman in a white uniform with a small hat as her identity. "Ah, sorry to disturb you," he said uncomfortably.

"What is it?" Atma asked flatly. After he succeeded in helping Clarita stand up straight,

“Time to visit the doctor, sir. Also giving breast milk." Atma nodded, hearing the nurse's explanation.

"Sus, can you help me to the toilet?" Clarita asked after she held back her urges.

The nurse looked doubtful; she repeatedly glanced at Atma from the corner of her eye. Luckily, when he was about to ask his question, Atma's cell phone rang. "I picked up the phone."

Clarita just nodded, and now her eyes looked at the nurse, who still had her head lowered. "Aren't there any nurses here who want to help patients who want to go to the toilet?"

Clarita's sarcasm made the nurse wake up and smile uncomfortably. “Ah, that's not it, ma'am. Let me help.” The nurse walked over to Clarita and led Clarita towards the bathroom.

Clarita spent quite a long time in the bathroom. Since last night, he has been holding back his urges because he couldn't get out of bed by himself, and this morning it was proven that he couldn't balance his steps.

Clarita came out of the restroom; her footsteps stopped when she saw a sight that might be soothing to a wife, but for Clarita, the sight was heartbreaking. How come? Atma was carrying his son, accompanied by a doctor who was tasked with monitoring Clarita's condition.

"Ah, Madam,  let me help you," offered the doctor as he took Clarita's hand.

Clarita smiled faintly and said softly, "Thank you."

Hospital doctors and nurses began carrying out their duties, starting with changing infusion, checking blood pressure, and also checking for stitches that had not completely dried. If I'm honest, Clarita preferred to have a normal birth rather than a cesarean section because she couldn't bear the pain caused by the obstructing stitches. But what could I do? If only she had had a good breakfast that morning, she certainly wouldn't have fainted on the street and given birth suddenly like this.

"If everything is stable by tomorrow, then you can go home tomorrow, ma'am," said the doctor to Clarita, who looked displeased.

“Thanks, Doc.” No, it wasn't Clarita's voice, but Atma's who answered in Clarita's place. The doctor smiled faintly, and after that, the woman wearing a white coat said goodbye because she had to visit several other rooms.

"Please, ma'am, for the breast milk." Clarita nodded and accepted the nurse's offer.

She started giving breast milk after she heard the bedroom door close. Again and again, she has to be trapped alone with Atma in situations where he has to provide breast milk. "Can you wait somewhere else?" asked Clarita softly.

Atma was surprised by the tone of the woman who had just argued with him. However, he had no intention of asking that; he preferred to grant the woman's request and hurried away to the other side of the room.

The VIP room ordered by Atma can be said to be complete. There is a long sofa, TV, mini refrigerator, wardrobe, special bed for waiting, dispenser, and mini living room. Clarita's mind wandered as she imagined how much money she would have to pay to get herself and her child out of such a luxurious hospital.

She couldn't focus on giving her breast milk; her mind wasn't calm. She was confused about whether she should leave the hospital or stay there longer. Neither is an easy choice; both are equally risky. Leaving the hospital without paying the administration fee is the same as leaving the son and daughter stuck. Staying silent any longer makes the costs he has to pay increase even more erratically.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Atma, who appeared from behind the blue curtains. “Clarita!” For the first time, Atma uttered the woman's name.

"Hah? What is it?" Clarita asked in surprise.

Atma didn't answer; he just pointed at Clarita's chest using his chin. Clarita's brain suddenly stopped functioning; it took several minutes for her to process what Atma meant.

Atma sighed and said, "Your son."

Suddenly, Clarita looked down and was shocked to see what had happened. However, for some reason, being near Atma made her brain unable to function properly. Instead of confirming the son's position, Clarita did the opposite; she looked at hers chest and Atma alternately several times. Finally, she screamed loudly and threw the pillow at Atma.

Instead of easing the problem, now the 8x10 room is filled with the sound of crying people shouting at each other.

“Atma!‼!”