Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 37 Defeated

Silence and silence were the things that filled Fathan and Azkira's room back then. Azkira always avoided as much as possible where Fathan wanted to touch him, even if only a gentle swipe at the top of his head, Azkira still refused. And there was nothing Fathan could do but surrender and try to understand.

"Darling, you eat, yeah. Our child-to-be needs a lot of nutrition" Fathan said.

Azkira gasped and frowned at the words that had just come out of Fathan's mouth. "What do you mean by our future son, Bang?" azkira said as she inched to lean on the head of the bed.

Fathan smiled as he glazed over. "Yes, Honey. You are pregnant with my son, the fruit of our love. The age of your vehicle is thirteen days" replied Fathan.

Azkira bellowed while blinking irregularly. "I'm pregnant?" he murmured while holding and stroking his flat stomach. Then Azkira's tears flowed unstoppably.

"That's right, honey. We will have children" added Fathan who also joined the tears that had already stagnated.

"Why don't you smile, Azki? Are you not happy with your pregnancy? Are you happy to receive this good news? You'll be the mother of my son, Azki," Fathan's inner fidget.

"How's this? I'm gonna have a kid? Will my husband be rude to my son? Nah! I must not allow that to happen" roared Azkira. He had a lot of fear for Fathan's attitude.

Azkira shook his head continuously. "I don't want this child to be born and accept your rude attitude, Bang," Azkira said with trembling lips.

"No, Azki. How could I have done that, dear," Fathan assured Azkira.

"But before, you promised me a few things, Bang. And all that you deny every time you are angry with me" Azkira replied with a cry that now broke.

"Azki, please don't remember the ugliness I've done to you. You need to calm down, honey. Don't mind much" asked Fathan.

"Don't remember? Do you think forgetting pain is as easy as turning your palm? I don't think about your attitude, Bang."

"okay! I was wrong. I'm sorry. Azki, I don't want to argue anymore, honey. Please understand. You need to rest a lot now. If you can't do it for me, at least please do it for the sake of our future son." Fathan sprinkled a kiss on Azkira's forehead with a slight restraint so Azkira did not continue to avoid it.

"Rest! I'll go outside for a minute" said Fathan. Azkira kept crying and would not answer again.

As far as Fathan, Azkira cried. He screamed out all the feelings in his heart. Confused, sad, afraid, disappointed and anxious about what will happen next. She doesn't regret her pregnancy, but she's really afraid Fathan will continue to be rude to her.

On the way, in the middle of the traffic vehicles are crawling densely. Fathan drives his car, intending to see Dion. Yeah, as always. Fathan will tell his best friend to reap relief. Fathan needs someone to talk to and listen to.

The next day, they met at a cafe. Fathan determines the place of their meeting. The man who was plagued by anxiety walked into the cafe after parking his car.

There, Dion was seated waiting for his arrival. "Thank you, Dion. I don't know who to tell you anymore" said Fathan, who unceremoniously revealed his heart.

"Calm down, Fathan. Speak slowly. What's the matter exactly?" said Dion.

Fathan began to tell him everything that had happened to him and Azkira all this time. Everyone, since the beginning of their marriage. Fathan says his regrets, but neither can he deny his jealousy. He is in a big dilemma.

"Good, Fathan. I don't blame you, but I don't blame Azkira either."

"You have no principles!" said Fathan.

"But I don't like there's another guy in his mind, Dion."

"Hey, Friend. If you don't change your mindset like that, believe Azkira will be more and more uncomfortable living together with you. Why not try to understand and try to express your jealousy in a way that attracts his sympathy."

"Huuf! It's more complicated than I imagined" complained Fathan, sighing in a rude sigh.

"Women are complicated creatures, Fathan. But, when you can take his heart, then he will give his whole life to you. The harder you treat her, the stronger her determination to rebel against you. Give him your understanding and gentle attitude. Otherwise, regret will await you at the door of karma, Fathan."

"Are you scaring me?" reply Fathan ketus.

"No, it's not that. I'm just reminding you not to end up with regret for hurting her feelings too often. What's more ..., if you dare to physically hurt," Dion said very carefully hoping Fathan would not be offended.

Fathan mangosteen as he scooped his face rough. "I think you're right, Dion."

"Of course, you're my best friend, Fathan. I don't want you to fall into deep regret" Dion said.

"Even though, my heart aches to hear that you have the heart to beat and physically hurt Azkira, not just to hurt her feelings with your words alone. Know, Fathan. I will make Azkira like a queen if she marries me. Unfortunately, fate would have preferred you to be with him, rather than with me" Dion continued in his heart that felt sore.

After a long chat accompanied by two cups of coffee and a serving of snacks in the cafe. Finally, Fathan and Dion returned home. To be honest, Fathan felt relieved after telling a story.

"Bi Inah, please tell Den Fathan, Azki's going to Grandma's house." Azkira was carrying a bag that seemed to contain some of his clothes.

"But, Non. Non-Azkira is still not healthy. Look, Non's face just pale like that. Do not let Non Azki rest alone," proposed Bi Inah trying to hold Azkira not to go.

Just about to answer Bi Inah, suddenly Fathan came and walked in from the direction of the door. This made Azkira look at him. Meanwhile, Fathan met Azkira with a million concussions.

Seeing that his Master had come, Bi Inah chose a farewell from there. Then, Fathan's steps drew closer to Azkira. Meanwhile, Azkira only stood with his head bowed.

"Honey, where are you going? I delivered, yes," lontar Fathan very gently.

Azkira raised his face. "I just want to stay at Grandma's house" she replied, staring at me.

Fathan closed his eyes, breathing deeply in the air. "It doesn't matter if that's what you want, honey. I'll take you there, hum." Fathan took Azkira into his arms. He tried to give in to win Azkira's heart back.

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Arriving at Sinta's house, her grandmother. There is another thing that makes Azkira surprised not kepalang. The woman was so weak and limp that she could not be counted, knowing the truth that was never expected.

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