
Two months later,
The king of the rays is showing his arrogance even though the time indicator is still at ten in the morning. All that does not make a woman with a distended stomach dampen her spirit when walking from the parking lot to the detention house.Yes, who else is the woman if not Dira. The non-virgin single brought some food for the man who was recognized as the father of the baby in his womb. The age of the womb has entered the twentieth week. His stomach was clearly visible.
"Let me drive, Miss," said an officer after Dira's turn to enter the room to visit Raka.
Yes, when Dira was in her sixteenth week, she met Raka and asked for clarity on her status. In the end Raka was devastated after Dira convinced that the child in the womb was the seed of Raka. The man himself could not bear to see the fate of poor Dira.
Pregnant without a husband and caring for a mother who is sick complications, making Raka powerless not to accept Dira. However Raka has a taste for Dira, he himself does not want to make the figure of a woman who is carrying her seeds must suffer even more deeply.
"Hi" said Dira after seeing Raka's presence in the room.
The burly man smiled widely after seeing Dira's presence there. He immediately approached Dira who was sitting on the single bench. He dyed the top of the hair and now the burly man was crouching in front of Dira's distended stomach. A loving kiss landed there several times.
"Hallo Papa's son, how are you in there?" asked Raka in front of that distended stomach, "how is it going? Is it okay?" raka asked as he turned his head while looking at Dira.
"He can move, there are no obstacles with his growth" Dira replied with a very sweet smile. She was happy because Raka loved her son so much.
"Take good care of him. I'm sorry I haven't been able to give the best to you and our children" Raka said in a regretful tone.
Raka moved from before Dira. He dragged the empty seat that was on the other side of the table and positioned himself near Dira. A sweet smile continued to expand from both corners of the lips to be presented to the beautiful woman who was staring at him.
"I miss you" said Dira after Raka grabbed her body.
"Patience yes. I myself can not guarantee when I go home," said Raka while rubbing Dira's long hair. Sometimes he would dye his hair to show affection.
"Pray me strongly to go through all of this" Dira said in a trembling voice.
"You must be strong! You can do it." Raka excited Dira, "when did you meet my family? Mom and Dad are waiting for your presence. I've told them that there's a granddaughter growing here" Raka said, rubbing Dira's distended stomach.
"Why don't they just visit me. You know for yourself not if I'm taking care of Mama at home" Dira said without straightening her body. He remained leaning his body in the strapping body of the man he loved.
"Later I'll tell them to visit you." Raka tried to calm Dira down so as not to have too many thoughts.
"I actually need medical expenses for Mama" Dira said carefully.
"For that matter, think no more. Later my brother will take the money to your house," said Raka without thinking.
"I'll shave. When did you come here again?" ask Raka.
"Next week." Dira straightened his body because he felt uncomfortable with this position.
The rest of the visit time was used by the two of them to talk about pregnancy. Raka was so attentive to the figure who was containing his seed. The attitude that he had shown changed completely since he was in this detention house and had since accepted the presence of Dira and his future son. He felt guilty for not being able to take responsibility to Dira.
"Now go home. It's time for you to rest. Maybe later my brother will come to your house because he happened to be in Jakarta" said Raka after seeing the wall clock in the room.
"All right, then I'll go home now. Take care of health, yes" said Dira while stroking Raka's sturdy jaw.
The man in front of Dira could only smile sweetly after getting that little attention. Raka also stroked the smooth cheek and a few seconds later, the two lips were interlocked. They don't care if the room is open enough. A decapitation sound rang out there, a sign that the two wanted each other.
"I always miss you" muttered Dira in a soft voice. The two eyebrows were touching each other with both eyes closed.
"I love you, Dira. Very." Very." Raka gently rubbed Dira's smooth cheeks lovingly.
After pouring out love and affection in the waiting room, Dira finally moved from his place. He had to go home because the visiting hours would be up. The longing that had been stirred up had eroded because it had met the missed.
"I'm home, yes" said Dira after standing from his place.
"Wait!" Raka pulled Dira's hand until her position was facing her.
"Hi Papa's son. Be good in there yes, do not be naughty and make mama difficult," whispered Raka in front of the distended stomach.
Dira just smiled looking at the sweet treatment. He was relieved despite having to be far apart and could not get married in the near future. He had to wait for a few years to live with Raka. Since Raka received the presence of the child in the womb, Dira is more excited in living life despite being in the middle of a storm that is sweeping.
Since the incident at that time, Lisa often in and out of the hospital because of thinking about the fate of Dira. Initially the middle-aged woman was diagnosed by a doctor with coronary heart disease and over time she suffered a stroke, due to hypertension. Women who used to be arrogant and feel powerful, are now powerless in wheelchairs. Miss Lisa can't talk as loudly as before, her body can't be moved as it used to be. Really, this situation made it more difficult for Dira, because there were many things she had to think about alone. Of course Dira can only accept all this and live it with a spacious heart, because there is still a growing fetus in his womb. She has to be strong for her mother and child later.
"Be careful, honey. Don't drive yourself. Use the driver to drive you," Raka said before Dira walked out of the room.
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