Chapter 2 :" for happiness"

"Mom, mom, oh."

On a first-aid stretcher that looked frail, a young woman lay in a fragile condition. Beside her, holding his weak, pale body in her hands, a little boy called out tiredly, tears constantly falling down his soft cheeks.

"Ryota, my dear son," she sounded.

Woman with misty eyes The weak character in front of her , Her happiest memories began to reflect in the eyes of that child in front of her.

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"Ah," in a white room in front of the screen of an ultrasound machine for examining pregnant women, a young woman sighed lightly. "Why don't you give up.... She's come several times already, and the result is negative." The nurse felt so exhausted by this little girl who visited her several times a week, that the nurse began to feel that this was not a hospital but a place that sold milk. "More than that, even if I advised her or gave her reasons, I started giving her psychological lessons."

"blueberry"

Suddenly the nurse heard the notification tone of the scanner in front of her. She was in the middle of testing the pregnancy results.

She raised her head in a dull, plain-looking manner. Suddenly and surprisingly, the young doctor began to approach the black and white images on the screen, widening and contracting her eyes several times. "H-h-this....it's a positive pregnancy...and what's more, they're twins."

The nurse gasped and felt dizzy, and in her trembling hand she held the paper with the test result on it: "It is not possible... How will this happen?" I had previously reported her negative result several times... I even knew she was helpless and hid it from her.

At these moments, she did not know why. This shocked nurse suddenly remembered her first and last session with this woman who had become a mother, with a faint expression on her face.

-Several months ago-

Madam, your pregnancy has failed, and your chances of getting pregnant are almost non-existent. "And I was sitting at my desk as usual giving the pregnancy test results, as was the case with many people before. The result was failure again. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable. It has become so natural for me to tell them that sometimes my face becomes expressionless.

What should I do if I put some fake masks on my face like everyone else? .

. "Ah," I sighed and looked at the little girl in front of me who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. She didn't seem to hear me

"Ma'am, are you listening?" Without any expression of annoyance, I called her back.

Finally, she slowly lowered her head, looking slightly at the picture of a fetus on my desk. It's really unfortunate, not everyone is born with what they want...and the cruelest of them all is the lack of a body. I sighed regretfully.

I waited a little while until the young woman looked at me and her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

"I heard you clearly, the result once again ended in failure, right?"

"H-That's right." I was a little confused. Her attitude was normal, and I was the one who always received her with many disappointed faces, sad and depressed faces. "This girl's tone did not contain any loss, even if it was slight." It was her voice. She was eerily calm, as if she had been in this situation many times before. At this moment, the young nurse didn't know that her face had an expression that was constantly changing with her thoughts.

Gradually and continuously, she began to visit me several times a week and a month. I did not mind conducting tests on it on an ongoing basis because the beneficiary is me, and because the amounts I get from it are not small.

Sometimes I didn't, and I told her one of her previous results, because the results wouldn't change, and she was helpless. That's what she thought until I asked her in one session why she was so crazy about becoming a mother.

At that moment, she smiled at my curious face, a calm smile full of tenderness, with calm eyes with a little emptiness that made me see my mother's picture in them. I thought at that moment that she was the one who had the greatest experience in life, not me. My cold heart trembled and suddenly became soft. !!

"Madam Doctor, there are some people who don't have anything of real value inside their hearts." The little girl spoke at that moment as she gradually looked at the space on the side. She smiled at my curious face, a calm smile full of tenderness, with calm eyes with a little emptiness that made me see my mother's picture in them. I thought at that moment that she was the one who had the greatest experience in life, not me. My cold heart trembled and suddenly became soft.

She suddenly raised her black, blank gaze at me and her pink lips moved.

"Do you know why there is this emptiness inside us even if...

We found what is called "happiness".

"H-that," I swallowed willingly, my mouth becoming increasingly dry.Suddenly memories surfaced of how many times I had been visited by this young woman, who had rarely spoken to me in sessions, even with all the things I had told her about her helpless self in order to lower her spirits.

' And what was I doing? I enjoyed the testing costs I was charged.

Sometimes, even out of greed, I was the one who called her number while denying that I had found a solution to her problems.'

"Is this happiness?"

"Badunb Badunb Badunb", in these moments the sound of my guilty heartbeat became something I could hear clearly. Time became slow and heavy around me. I raised my slightly bowed head and said

"Why does this happen?"

The young woman gave a blank look with a gleam of determination burning in her eyes and moved her lips into a cold smile.

"Because no one cares about achieving happiness with a real heart, and that there is something permanent inside his little heart."!!