Akira's Old Love & Perfect CEO
forty-five

Because of his pain, Rayrin who usually cried in silence now roared, his body slumped to the floor of the cold living room, his groceries he let scatter on the floor, his voice sounded very poignant.

"Even papa you don't know where you are, sorry mama, all because of mama" he said while continuing to wipe his distended stomach. Indeed he will talk to whom, all this time he can only share with his son who is in the womb, the fruit of his love with Kris.

If he can't appreciate the man's love and make Kris happy. At the very least, he would make up for it by taking care of the only relic of the man.

"Mama loves your papa, but mama's late, all late, sorry because mama you don't have papa, you're a neighbor's insult also because of mama."

'Oh my God, what should I do? I'm alone, will this karma continue?But I'm tired.' she groaned inwardly.

Meanwhile, out there Kris held back her sobs, she was stupid, okay! Rayrin is evil, but the girl is still a good girl, maybe Rayrin never just kissed her or sat on her lap, but Rayrin is still a plain girl, which she has been contaminating. He remembered the time he had done more than a kiss, the way Rayrin refused out of fear, he remembered!

It should be, Kris realized, when he spilled his seed, it would surely grow in the womb of the girl.

"Stupid!" he muttered while hitting his own head.

Enough, he has to go in, he wants to hug his girl, his love, he misses Rayrin, very. Supremely.

"Damn it, in the lock!" he thought just because Rayrin didn't lock the fence, the door might as well be unlocked.

He decided to knock on the door, many times but there was no answer. There was no reaction.

He will call Rayrin, Rayrin may think he is a neighbor who scoffs at him so Rayrin does not respond.

However, the vibrating sound of the phone in his pants pocket interrupted his activities.

"Hello." half-heartedly he raised the call.

"..."

"Ah, yes I'm coming, I'm on the way."

"..."

Kris stared unwillingly at the door in front of him,

"I must have come back, for you, and for our son" he said, running away from the house, and it was too late.

Rayrin wiped her rough tears, upon hearing the repeated knocking of the door from outside.

At first glance, he heard the voices of people.

Rayrin, never received a guest, instead of being arrogant, he just did not like, the last time he received a guest, it was good for his guest, but finally alluded to his pregnancy. Sucks. The only thing he received was Bu Kades and his family, all this time he only socialized with them.

Sometimes he regretted asking for a house that was not in a luxury housing complex. But like a village, a suburb. Because here people socialize and gossip with each other, unlike people who live in elite housing, which is more busy with their respective affairs.

Rayrin decided to peek through the window, "There's no one." she hugged herself rubbing her hands together.

"So goosebumps, is here starting to be haunted? Should have been, if anyone had, he would have been walking in the yard, but. hiii serem." then he quickly closed the window curtain and picked up his groceries, he needed to feed his baby, he needed to, she and the baby are very hungry.

"Funny not really, what because I cried so noisy continue ghost village here disturbing strange. No way!" and Rayrin still thinks it's a ghost.

***

Akira and Farid smiled in a friendly manner welcoming Kris' arrival.

"I'm sorry, I'm late there's an obstacle in the way."

"No problem, I understand it." replied Farid understandably.

"I should just punish you!" cibir Farid's.

"Hey, Mr. President, don't forget because I'm the heir to your business empire soon to be born." glancing at Akira's distended stomach.

He so remember, he had not seen Rayrin's stomach, is it as big as Akira's?How old is that girl? Ah sucks, anyway out of this he had to directly meet Rayrin, period!

"Yes, thank you, sir, thanks to you too, I can get pregnant immediately" said Akira.

"Ah yes, please enjoy the banquet that has been provided." he continued friendly.

"Why is it thanks to him? I made it." sewot Farid, who got a delicacy of Akira's eyes, while Kris just chuckled amusedly.

***

Arriving, at Akira's own house, she just remembered Rayrin was also pregnant. Why did he forget to ask, who knows it's Kris's son, right?

"Mas, please contact Mr. Kris, dong!" while thrusting his hand at Farid who had just finished calling.

"For what, no need!"

"It's important, mas.important!" insist her.

"Call me, Kris. Don't wear frills sir, who is he?" trivial Farid.

"So, cocky! It's a formality, so he's a shareholder in the company, twenty percent!" persemat Akira while showing two fingers.

Farid looked up and walked towards the bed, relaxing himself.

"Mas ih! Peel up!" while those who are digested with leisure pull the blanket up to the limit of the chest. Akira moved around to get to the side of his bed and sat down, "Mas!" call him again, when he saw Farid's eyes almost closed.

"I'm tired, baby." said Farid, then pulled Akira to lie down with him, his hand touching Akira's big belly.

"Your mom, it's very troublesome, don't know what if you and papa are so tired?" then pressed his head against the neck of his wife.

Akira clasped her husband's hand on his stomach, "I'm sorry. After all, I was curious, because yesterday I met Rayrin, she was pregnant."

And Akira's successful speech made Farid startled and confused simultaneously.

"Rayrin, pregnant? He's okay with you, isn't he?" Farid raised his head, looking at Akira next to him, who immediately changed his sitting position.

"No! What if it was Kris's son?! It's him." sewot Akira.

"Let it go, it's her own fault!" cuek Farid went back into his blanket.

"Mas, you're evil!" patting Farid's arm. Farid reacted by directly returning with a sitting position facing Akira who was leaning on the head of the bed.

"He's also evil. Think very well, rather than thinking Rayrin who is not necessarily pregnant with her child Kris, better look baby." she said with a terrible naughty grin in Akira's eyes.

"Mas! You said you were tired yourself?!" Akira began to be wary as Farid had already begun to approach him.

"If you make your own child's whiskers why be tired, hm?" with eyebrows going up and down.

"No, he said tired."

"No, I'm not tired." elak Farid, with lips that had silenced Akira's mouth.

And yes, you know. Imagine for yourself the continuation.