"Ahhhhh!
Jafar. Ahhhhh. "
A heavily pregnant Faiza clasped Jagar's hand.
The steering wheel in his hand slid a little.
But he steadied the mini truck immediately.
" Hold on a little honey. We are almost there. Almost. "
He patted Faiza's hands quickly. Dirt and mud spilled as the vehicle sped.
It was drizzling as the lone vehicle tore through the off beat road. A little muddy. A little rocky.The bumps were the worst as the vehicle leaped. Worsening the lady already in labour pain.
" Jafar. I don't understand. Our first child is about to be born. We should be heading first to a hospital. Where the hell are you taking me? It doesn't even look like a inhabited place. "
Faiza was screaming.
She could barely hold on any longer. The pressure against her walls were growing immens
