Fake Love's
Refusing an Offer

Sandra can only be silent during the Jakarta-Bandung trip.

So too with Mr. Braja. They are equal with their own thoughts.

'What really happened to Sandra. Which bad guy did this to him? Because of this pregnancy she fled to Marundu village to avoid her problems. But it looks like Sandra also just found out about this pregnancy. If only he would open his heart to me. I want to take responsibility for her life.'

Inner Lord Braja who occasionally turned towards Sandra.

The woman stared out the car window. It was obvious sadness on his face.

Lord Braja did not dare to ask much. He was quite surprised by the statement of the clinic doctor who stated that Sandra was pregnant young.

Just this morning the woman gave him the green light. And now the fact is that he has two bodies.

"Don't think too much. Poor the baby in your womb. Stress is not good for his development. I'm not going to talk much about your pregnancy to anyone. Because I don't know what happened to you. Sorry, I'm not pushy, but you have to think about this going forward. The longer your pregnancy is getting bigger, people must be wondering who is the father of the baby you are carrying," said Mr. Braja advising Sandea seriously.

No response from Sandra. The woman still flinched. But he digested every word of Lord Braja.

"Sand," call Lord Braja making their views meet. "I let me give you a solution to what you have at the moment" he said.

"What, Sir?" Sandra finally made a sound. Perhaps talking to Mr. Braja could ease the burden of his thought.

He realized that every word Mr. Braja said was all true. Sandra was very confused as to what to do. The woman was comfortable living in Merundu Village.

Being there made his heart and mind calm. But since hearing the condition of pregnancynua at this time. Sandra's mood returned.

The thing he thought about was Bara. That guy doesn't care about him at all. The fetus that is in the womb is currently his flesh and blood. Will Sandra hold her accountable or raise for it alone.

I was thinking of dropping the contents. But Sandra remembered herself having had too many sins. He did not want to add any more sins to his life.

"If you agree, I will take responsibility for you! marry you and acknowledge the child as my descendant if the man who has approached you does not come to take responsibility," her remark suddenly made Sandra look at Mr. Braja in disbelief.

The man before him wanted to take responsibility for what he did not do. Sandra knew, right now Lord Braja's feelings were on her. Trying to take heart and make Sandra lean on him, but what Mr. Braja will seriously accept and acknowledge this baby after he is born later.

Sandra could not answer.

"I talk like this one of them to avoid gossiping citizens against you and me. We've been together a lot all this time. Discussing the development of greenfills farms also discussed some things to promote that could take hours and that's what we both do." Lord Braja was silent for a moment. "I don't want people to think negatively which will have an impact on your health."

Sandra confirmed Mr. Braja's remarks. The man must have been very careful with his mother's health.

Mr. Braja thought Sandra would think about what she said. In his heart, Mr. Braja was happy even though he took advantage of the situation he could get the woman who had opened his heart again by marrying him, while his gestational age was young. The citizens would never know if it was not the child of him.

There was no response from Sandra. The woman remained silent without a sound. All this surprised him too much.

It did not feel they both reached Merundu Village. The atmosphere of the village is already very dark only a small yellow light that illuminates the streets. Luckily the road to the village was all asphalt. So there are no obstacles in the journey. It's just that Mr. Braha has to be careful when going through the streets fearing the car they drive into the water gutter.

Sepi, there are no residents who pass like morning until afternoon. After Maghrib there are rarely people who leave the house. All the residents are already inside their homes.

Sandra rubbed her hand. The air in the village was very cold touching the skin. Sleep does not require AC.

Mr. Braja watched Sandra. He grabbed a jacket with a backseat.

"Wear this!" He handed the jacket to Sandra. The woman did not accept it immediately.

Mr. Braja understood very well what Sandra was feeling. "From now on you have to think more about your health, there are lives that you have to take care of. Although his existence was not expected but he was innocent. Let him grow!" lord Braja's words suddenly made Sandra look at him.

Wise and soothing words. At this time of fear Sandra was lucky to get a interlocutor like Mr. Braja.

"Thank you, sir!" Sandra accepted the dress wearing the jacket.

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Sandra pensively thought about what Lord Braja said to her. Sandra has not yet given an answer. But sooner or later he has to make a decision.

The black hoodie hanging in front of her closet made Sandra re-remember her owner. The man who planted the seed in his womb.

What was the day I did?

Do I have to cover your whereabouts from him or tell him.

Somehow this heart slowly accepts your existence, boy!

Sandra stroked her flat stomach slowly. Then reach for the hoodie that becomes a friend in every sleep.

Sandra looked at herself in front of the mirror.

Mama will defend you, son

We fought together. Mama has decided not to let someone get involved just to save Mama from gossiping others.

Be a booster for Mama.

Sandra has already made up her mind, she will reject the offer from Mr. Braja. It would be unfair if he was the one responsible.

Although someday he will have to get scorn and gossip from the citizens he is ready to bear the risk.

Tok...

The knocking of the door blew away Sandra's daydream. He rushed out to open the door.

Sandra rented house next to the house of Mr. Budi. Sandra lived there at first. It was only a few days because Sandra felt bad for Pak budi's daughter who was six years different from her. Rara, the daughter of Pak Budi always felt that Miss Mirna always distinguished them.

Sandra will definitely get attention by preparing food after going home from work while Rara, no.

It's only natural that Ms Mirna's attitude is different. Sandra who is a nobody they always give a little of her salary to Miss Mirna while Rara, can only ask without wanting to work. The style and style he thinks about.

Like tonight, Ms. Mirna delivered food to Sandra's rented house. The three-bedded contract consists of only the living room, room, kitchen and bathroom. That was enough for Sandra.

"Sandra..," called Ms. Mirna after the second knock on the door.

"Yes, Mom, just a second!" sandra said, rushing to open the door.

Kreks....

Sandra smelled the smell of chicken soup when the door opened making her stomach that had not eaten suddenly asked to be filled.

"Hm... It smells good, Mom! Sandra's a laper nyium scented Mom's cooking." Sandra opened her rented door wide, Miss Mirna quickly entered it.

"Yes, eat that laper! I'll deliberately bring this chicken soup vegetable for you! I heard the car stop, it must be Mr. Braja's car. I thought he'd stop by here first. Want me to eat first, uh... I just want to go home." Miss Mirna looks disappointed. Because he really hopes to chat with Mr. Braja. Miss Mirna wants to match Sandra with the rich widower in her village.

Sandra gave a small smile when she heard Ms Mirna's guess, as soon as Sandra walked into the kitchen to pick up the dishes and rice she had cooked earlier in the morning at the mejikom. It was still warm and intact because no one had touched it yet.

The vegetable sop that Bu Mirna brought was placed on a carpet that Sandra purposely titled in the living room. There's no couch there. Understandably, there has not been a month of contract so there are not many items in the contract.

There were only carpets, mejikom, foam mattresses that fit just one person and some of the eating and cooking utensils that Sandra had. Then he bought from a wage he had not long ago obtained from Mr. Braja.

"Not good Mom, it's late too. What will the citizens say if Mr. Braja is still here."

"Citizens will not find anything there will be a mother who accompanies you here. So not just the two. You fit in with him Sand! You're both on your own. There's no harm in that you're all made."

Sandra shook her head slowly.

"We don't fit in, Mom!"

"Who said?" ask Miss Mirna.

"Say me, Mom!" sahut Sandra while weeping vegetable soup into her plate. Although only eat with vegetable soup, it tastes delicious.

"You fit in, trust me!"

Sandra could only smile at Bu Mirna's chattering. Behind the window that was covered with curtains. A young lady with a pretty face listened to their chatter.

The aura of his face seemed to harbor a sense of annoyance at the words of Bu Mirna.

"Mother why the hell, always cornering Sandra to Mr. Braja. Why don't I just. I also want to be his wife, even though she is far away. But he looks young, he has a lot of money. This mother is very sweet, not sensitive to the wishes of her child!" rara grumbled annoyed as she stomped her feet to the ground, then turned to her house.

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