Discarded After Childbirth
Chapter 31 - Arriving at the Gaza home

Gea had reached the address that Gaza had given him. However, he was shocked when he stopped in front of the magnificent house with his gate in front. He repeatedly confirmed the address to the driver.

"Sir, is this the address? This isn't wrong, is it?"

"True, this is the address that Mba told me about."

In his shock, Gea remained down there and stared wryly at the magnificent house before his eyes. The security guard approached Gea.

"Mba Gea isn't it?" ask the security guard.

"Eh, yes sir, I'm Gea."

Although somewhat surprised, Gea also agreed.

"Come in, Den Gaza is waiting inside. The goods let me bring," said the security guard.

"Eh, no sir," Gea refused.

"It's okay Mba."

Inevitably, Gea also allowed the security guard to bring his things. Gea walked behind the security guard until he reached the main door of the house.

Gea continued to observe her surroundings, completely luxurious and Gea felt so unwell now. He felt that he was not a worthy person to befriend Gaza who turned out to be the son of a rich man. Stupidly, Gea had never asked anything about Gaza and her family. He only knows, his best friend Gaza who lives in the same village as him.

Wanting to enter the house, he felt alone. He's got negative thoughts. Will his parents in Gaza allow him to stay there? Will he have to pay rent to stay there? Or he should go from there and look for lodging first.

However, Gea's thoughts were blown away with the sound of an open door showing Gaza in her casual clothes out of the house.

"Why not go in Ge?" ask Gaza.

"Eh, ee ... "

Gea was awkward on her own. It feels like even to make a sound he is not able to. But Gaza pulled Gea's hand into his house.

The more he went inside, Gea became more amazed and felt inferior. People seem to be friendly with Gaza whose social status is far different from his. Gea also took off the hand of Gaza.

"Why Ge?" ask Gaza whose hand was taken off by Gea.

"Eum, Ga, it seems I want to find lodging, boarding or rent only," proposes Gea.

"Yes, but not for today. Let's just do it tomorrow. For tonight you stay here. You must have cape out on a long trip. Already eaten? If you haven't eaten, let's eat first. I've prepared some of your favorite foods."

"Eh, I've eaten" replied Gea.

Gea was getting worse. Gaza has always treated him well. He felt increasingly troublesome to Gaza if he stayed there. Moreover, he has not seen the parents of Gaza in the house.

The woman was flirting around. Like feeling anxious about something.

"You why the hell Ge? Why does it seem to be nervous and uncomfortable?"

"Did your parents know I was coming?" ask Gea.

"Know" replied Gaza.

"They're not angry?"

"Why angry? Many of my friends stay there often. So it's common."

"But I'm not a girl."

"Ah, not so."

Gea preferred not to continue with her words anymore.

Shortly after, a middle-aged woman came down from the second floor. Although her age was approaching 5 heads but her face still looked beautiful and youthful. It is certain that the middle-aged woman is the mother of Gaza. Gea approached him and kissed his mother's hand in Gaza.

"I'm sorry, Aunt. I'm not here to ask for permission first to Auntie. I also put my stuff here. Sorry to be a hassle. But I promise I'll just stay here last night. Tomorrow I will go immediately" Gea said, explaining that her mother Gaza did not misunderstand her. Because most parents of the rich do not like their children to associate with people from the low. Gea knows that.

Mama Hani laughed at Gea's words. It felt so funny to hear him. It was as if she was like an evil mother in Gea's eyes. But seeing Gea's courtesy, Mama Hani really likes her personality.

"A long stay is okay too. Auntie is also here rich living alone. His father Gaza often comes home the night when he works, sometimes he likes not to go home too. Well, his son is also the same rich behavior of his father. Auntie knows what's on your mind. But calm down, Auntie never forbade Gaza to get along with anyone. What's important is that he doesn't do anything bad out there."

Gea was relieved to hear it. Moreover, his mother Gaza said it ended with a smile. Which means, his mother has the same good qualities as Gaza.

"You better take Gea to her room first Ga. Let him rest."

"Yes Ma. Come Ge," take Gaza.

Gaza took Gea to a room prepared by Gaza. The door of the room opened, revealing a bed so large and wide. The design of the room was very good and very feminine with pink color according to her favorite color.

"Are there often women in your house?" ask Gea.

Gaza silenced, he could not answer that Gea was the first woman he brought home and stayed there. Because most of Gaza's friends are men. Having a girlfriend is just getting to know.

"The bag you can put there. In the bathroom there are towels and bath soap," Gaza said, switching the conversation.

Gea just nodded.

"Thankfully, now you rest. I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

Gea nodded again.

Then Gaza came out of the room and closed the door. He stumbled for a while there while putting his hands in front of his chest.

"It turns out you're getting more beautiful Ge."

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In the room, Ge observed the room, then put his bag according to the place alleged by Gaza. Gea approached the bed and sat on the edge.

It feels so soft and comfortable. Even Gea patted her cheeks thinking that this was all a dream. That the friend he had known all along was the son of a rich man.

Gea dropped half of her body onto the bed. He looked at the ceiling of the room. As if he still could not believe what he was going through. Gea got up again from her position and rushed to the bathroom.

"Even the closet is just the form of sitting not crouching."

Gea took off strands after strands of cloth covering her body then soaked in the bathtub. A few tens of minutes later, he came out of there wearing a kimono towel. He took out his clothes in the bag and put them on.

After bathing, Gea was no longer sleepy. It even gets fresh. He chose to get out of the room and look around the Gaza house.

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