Wina turned the doorknob and stepped inside after knocking several times with no answer. She carried the breakfast tray toward the bed.
"Ma'am Jasmin, are you all right?" Wina set the food down quickly and hurried forward. Jasmin sat slumped on the floor beside the sofa, both hands pressed flat against the floorboards as if holding herself up. Her face was twisted in pain.
"Who gave you permission to come in?" Jasmin snapped brushing away the hand that reached to help her stand.
"I am sorry I only meant—"
"Leave. Now!" Jasmin's voice cracked with the force of it. Wina jumped back startled. She had never been spoken to so sharply.
"But you are hurting. Let me help you just this once," Wina pleaded. She knew what complications could arise. Her own sister had carried a child
