Finding Love into Your Eyes

At the end of the night, a black shadow loomed from behind the curtains of my room on the second floor. I was shocked and scared. My husband is not at home. As usual, he must still be in the nightclub, hanging out with the prostitutes. My husband will be home in the next few days when his money runs out and I'm the perfect target for him to practice karate. "Who are you?" I asked carefully. My chest was shaking violently. If the shadow belonged to a robber, then he killed me. No answer. I sneakily walked to the window. I held my bulging belly from 16 weeks pregnant. "It's me," whispered a male voice. "Who are you? Why so dare to come here? Can't you see in front of the gate there is a security guard who will swiftly catch you whenever you're off guard?” The shadow slowly entered through the ventilation openings, accompanied by white smoke that rose like cotton. I was so scared. "Please, don't kill me," I begged, my body shaki

 I sat glued to the chair. I'm torn between leaving or staying. While Lana was neatly packing, I was still wearing shabby clothes with a dull face with no makeup on. "Not for long, Madam. Mr Kevin might really need you," he advised me. I shook my head. Anger still enters my heart, remembering Kevin's treatment this morning. "Come on, Madam. Mr Kevin is in critical condition. Only Madam he can rely on at this time," Lana coaxed. “Would I be sinning if I let him languish in the hospital?” I asked. “Madam, what are you talking about? It is not good to do evil, let alone repay the crimes of others with the same treatment. There is your future child in your womb, Madam. And that's Mr Kevin's son." I was silent for a long time. It took time for me to forgive Kevin. An apology that doesn't only come out of my lips but is pure from my heart for him. But for what? Kevin will be cruel

"Can you be quiet? You'll get weaker when your emotions run high," Jack hissed. Through his piercing eyes, I could tell he was furious. I sighed and looked back at Kevin who was lying in front of me. "How do you feel, Kevin?" I asked, almost expressionless. Kevin tried to squirm but failed. His body seemed to be glued to the bed. “Please, dear Jenny. Get me out of here. My body hurts so bad.” Kevin groaned in pain. I glanced at Jack who was still crouched in the corner of the room, asking for advice on how to serve Kevin. Jack blew cool air into my ears from a few feet away. My chest shook violently. I watched Jack disappear in the gray smoke which of course only I could see. All right, Mr Loser. This time I will treat you as a good wife, I muttered to myself. I fell silent in a sitting posture. Besides being nervous, I was also confused about how to act. Kevin kept groaning. It was possible that the wounds on his body

Today the doctor allowed Kevin to go home. I immediately tidied up all the necessities that he used while being treated at the hospital.I also called Lana to ask her to come to the hospital. Yes, I need her help to carry all Kevin's belongings. Doctor Steve, a neurosurgeon, said last night about Kevin's paralysis. For a long time, my husband would rely on a wheelchair to move around.“Why are we taking a taxi? Where's your car?" Kevin asked."I told Lana to sell it," I replied."You are crazy! That's the only luxury I'm proud of and you're just selling it off?”Kevin's voice rose. He didn't even care that his voice was heard in all directions so many people were looking at us."Shut up!" I shouted furiously. "You need to know, Sir. That in order to pay for your maintenance, I must make us lose the car. Humans don't know themselves."“But you know, that car means a lot to me. Without that car I feel&hell