Between Me, You, And The Past
Improves

Having changed clothes, Nasha exited the room and walked towards the kitchen. At least he should be of little use in this house. Yesterday maybe if he slept a lot Farzan was not angry like his father, but there could be a day later where he was scolded as well.

Especially at home, he has no job at all. Wouldn't he be more likely to be insulted? So rather than that happening, while he would continue to cook and clean the dishes used for eating. Later after graduation he will find a job outside the city in order to go away.

Nasha put on a cheerful smile as she met the workers who were working on their respective tasks. As he continued walking he greeted the few people who passed by.

“Halo Mba All,” greet Nasha when you have entered the kitchen area. He is so good at hiding his feelings.

“Halo Miss,” reply them politely. Nasha, however, was the wife of their master, which meant her master as well.

“You're cooking already? Cook what?” nasha asked when looking at the stove there were several new woks in use.

“We only make fried rice, beef eye eggs, nuggets, and also saute broccoli mushrooms for vegetables,” said one of them.

“Hm. Yaudah now you continue the others, this let alone move. And no one can help,” Nasha nodded her head and spoke without wanting to be denied.

“Good Miss,” said those who had wanted to refuse but near the door was Farzan who shook his head not to refuse Nasha.

“Still yes everyone,” said Nasha ceria who responded to their nod.

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Nasha took a plate to serve fried rice and also sauteed broccoli that was still on the stove. Although Nasha saw Farzan but Nasha pura did not know as if there was no one.

“Arfa,” call Farzan start the conversation, he would rather Nasha angry angry than silent like this. Farzan was still dreaming when Nasha left him.

“What?” reply Nasha relaxed but not the least turned to Farzan and even round the kitchen dining table to put the food that is already available.

“Honey,” call Farzan very soft.

Nasha was silent for a while, she almost got carried away, but her brain ordered that she be ordinary. He had to get used to it if this was only a temporary illusion.

“Huhh.. Why Mas? Do I need something or what?” nasha asked without looking at Farzan.

“I'm sorry,” said Farzan who does not want Nasha to misunderstand continue.

“Create what? There is nothing wrong with it. I'm a strange one,” said Nasha casually without wanting to see Farzan's expression. Although in his heart Nasha wanted to leave the kitchen immediately because his stomach began to hurt again.

“This is the food ready. If so, excuse me first want to see the fish in the back,” continued Nasha before Farzan again spoke, under the pretext of going back to the place where there is an artificial river containing many freshwater fish.

Without waiting for Farzan Nasha's reply walked a little quickly with his face holding back the pain as the more his stomach got here the more it hurt.

After arriving near the river Nasha sat down near a tree and leaned her body while closing her eyes.

“Why did the lower abdomen from yesterday often hurt huh? Are you coming to the moon? Wait for. When was the last time I came to the moon?” inner Nasha.

Nasha quickly opened her eyes and picked up the phone she had kept in her pocket. Nasha opens the app to remember when was the last time she recorded her monthly guest date.

“What's possible? Here is baby ba?” inner Nasha was shocked when she recalled the last time she had a monthly guest on her wedding day and it was already 2 months ago.

“What did Mas Farzan force to check because he was already aware of this? Did her attitude change because she thought I was pregnant? Haha. Worth it,” Inner Nasha laughed bitterly.

Nasha looked at the number of fish that were seen passing by with her hands rubbing her stomach slowly. A drop of tears came down Nasha's face, but Nasha hurriedly removed. It was not unconscious of Nasha that Farzan was watching from a distance.

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Nasha could only pensively think about how ahead. She was not afraid to live alone, but she was afraid that her son would be unhappy. Nasha was afraid that her child would be treated like her or even worse.

“Do not cry,” whispered Farzan who arrived next to him and wiped the tears that fell on his face.

“Eh. sorry. Why even here, better Mas Farzan breakfast first. Don't we want to go to the hospital? Immediately I was ready to take the same bag first,” said Nasha brushed off slowly Farzan's hand and intended to stand up to take his bag.

But Farzan did not want Nasha to continue overthinking because he felt a little more in his dream was a sign. Moreover, the spoiled nature of Nasha, when she was a child, Nasha could only be spoiled when she was with him after that, more requiring her to pretend.

“Here first,” Farzan held Nasha by holding her and carrying Nasha into his lap.

“Sorry. I know there was something I did that made you think about a lot of things. I'm sorry for not understanding you.”

“Not everything you think is the same as that, dear. Later I will explain many things after we return from the hospital.”

“If possible we will go somewhere after from there,” said Farzan softly, earlier Nasha had revolted and wanted to go down, he said, but Farzan hugged her tightly and explained as he whispered and the hand kept stroking her back.

Nasha who heard Farzan's words immediately fell silent. The fortress he wanted to build also collapsed instantly. Even the tears that he did not want to show were even more swift to hear every word Farzan.

“Stt.. You are not wrong. But next time, I beg you to be able to talk about all the things that are bothering you. If you don't believe me right now, no papa. Maybe you will get used to it. Don't be the same as your parents. We're different, honey. So can you believe it?” whispered Farzan softly, a little Farzan knew what the matter of Nasha was from the past to the present.

Nasha's fear that if she wasn't with him then it would be her father. Nasha used to talk about it. In his writing as well, Nasha generalizes all men are scary. Especially anger. And Farzan understood all of Nasha's fears.

“Ma sorry. hiks.. Ma af,” muttered Nasha who began to return Farzan's embrace even tighter.

“Ngga papa, Honey. Udah yes, if here there is a baby later he will be sad too loh,” persuaded Farzan while stroking the stomach of Nasha gently.

Nasha stretched out her arms and noticed Farzan's hand, which kept stroking her stomach.

“This rich baby more seneng deket Papa huh? Don't want to be far away? So Mama Kesel rich earlier, yes,” said Farzan either to whom, not necessarily also Nasha was pregnant.

Nasha who heard that only blushed in embarrassment with her head getting lowered hiding the red hue on both of her cheeks.

“Now we go yuk,” Farzan kissed Nasha's forehead briefly with his little ruckus seeing Nasha's adorable behavior.

“Take the bag first,” said Nasha slowly while going to stand up to the room, but Farzan held his body.

“We take it together. But before that we eat first huh?” said Farzan as he slowly stood up carrying Nasha in his carriage without feeling the slightest distress.

“You ate,” great-grandson Nasha. This time he did not want to eat, just wanted to inhale the scent of Farzan's body from his shoulder alone.

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happy reading's..

mark typo well, hehe..

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