Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 28 - Fight for him

"We know you are not happy in this family. I am here to give you freedom from this family. You always fought to mama and abu for their enforcement on this marriage, right? But no more." His words cause my breaths and beats to go slower.

They want me to get separate from my soulmate?

"Not a single word anymore. HIGHLY ENOUGH!" I shout not caring its impact on my condition.

"I need no one of you." I point towards my parents and brother. "I don't need those who only want to laugh at my perished state. Are you people insane? You want Airab to divorce me? Have you all lost your mind? Why you want to test my patience by kicking me to the edge? This time, pardon me, I won't keep my mouth shut for the fake dignity of yours. Is this a time to go nuts?" I cannot believe they can suggest something like this when I am bed-ridden, when I have just lost my children. Airab must have been distraught listening to their venoms, I am sure, they made him hear. Or at first point, how dared they to suggest something like this? I will break their jaws.

"Elza, we admit our mistake. Staying with him will keep your life at risk."

"And without him, I will eventually die. I have no shame in announcing I love my husband to bits. The people who are against him, are no one to me. Thank you for coming here for the sake of this drama. Now, leave and NEVER come back." I scream my lungs out, jolting my whole body in the process. "You are saying my husband wrong, Huh? He married me, did Nikah. He had not adopted me. It was his right. The man you are saying wrong did not touch me for damn two months saying I am too young for him. What MORE you want from him?" I bellow, draining myself of energy. My head zones and I feel to vomit.

"Elza, you are sensitive now. Think later on it." My mother coos, making me feel disgust to stay in her womb for nine months.

"Why are you silent?" I scream at my father gathering the concerned nurses around after I shrug away the damn wires.

"And where the damn he is?" My tone goes strict as I set my harsh eyes at Biyah. "How can he leave his wife alone to face wild creatures?" Seeing me at the edge of sanity, mom forwards and grips my arm softly, asking me to not to bawl and drain myself.

"They are your parents."

"And I question the Creator, why did he made them my parents?" My bawls have turn my throat chill-dry.

"Please, I request you people to leave - for now." Mom humbly requests them seeing my condition. My blood pressure is going severely low. I can feel it.

The nurse instantly injects me something and before I could clearly see the blur vision of worried Airab holding zee in his arms, I am zooned out.

***

Seeing the night time vision in the room, I realize my stretched tenure of slumber. All thanks to the injections.

As I breathe deep, I dwell more into the grief of my loss.

The warm, calm breaths are fanning my faces. Who breaths like this? I put my mind on duty to remember the owner of such minty breaths.

Duh, your husband! My inner self chides.

Airab.

The faint smile impulses the snowfall of the sadness at the contentment of his existence. I have never known DNC can be this painful despite the numbness injections and my semi-conscious state.

My lower body is terribly sore as a bitch. The doctors, nurses as well as mom praised my valiancy and fighter self to survive against the DNC telling it is ten folds more painful than giving birth to one baby.