Forced to Marry a Husband
Why are you pregnant?
Nayla first returned to the room because she could not bear with Devan who occasionally continued to smile sweetly at him making Nayla feel bad because of Devan's actions.
Nayla's body leaned against the door of her room, the shadow of Devan smiling sweetly continued to wander in Nayla's brain.
"Here you go, what the hell am I thinking," Nayla said, shaking her head as she tried to cast a shadow over Devan, and Nayla soon lay in her bed.
Nayla almost slept, but suddenly there was a hand that was coiled in her stomach very gently.
Without even seeing Nayla knew it must be Devan, Nayla was currently sleeping on her back to her bedroom door.
No one dared to do that to him other than Devan, and also scented Devan's body, Nayla was already very memorized.
But Nayla was currently pretending to be asleep.
"Have you been drinking milk?" devan asked Nayla. Nayla seems to fail at pretending to be asleep because Devan knows that Nayla hasn't slept at all.
Nayla chose silence, enjoying Devan's touch, Devan's embrace, which Nayla had wanted since. Devan's treatment of him gives a calmness that is difficult to explain with words.
"Mas made you a glass of milk, let's drink first" Devan whispered to Nayla.
Nayla breathed as much air as possible, Devan's warm breath was so felt on her neck.
"Bumil," whispered Devan again.
"Emm," said Nayla softly as she opened her eyes. Devan slowly changed positions, as soon as Nayla opened her eyes full Devan was in front of her.
Devan looked at Nayla so gently, Devan's fingers gently stroking her second wife's face.
"Mas, you've made you a glass of milk" Devan said.
Nayla was slowly sitting while looking at the glass of milk on the nightstand that Devan had made for her.
"Not drinking milk, right?" devan asked who was right, guessing Nayla had not drunk milk.
"Forgotten" answered Nayla, and immediately took a glass of milk that Devan had made, drank it to the end and put the glass back on the nightstand.
"Forgot?" ask Devan.
"Yes" answered Nayla.
Devan nodded and lay down on Nayla's thigh, making Nayla's thigh a pillow.
Nayla was completely jolted by what Devan was doing at the moment. It's really stressful for Nayla.
"Have you forgotten me too?" devan asked as he gently stroked Nayla's stomach which was now slightly bloated.
Once again kissed Nayla's stomach slowly, without caring Nayla who currently really felt strange.
"Nayla" Devan said.
Nayla immediately opened her eyes looking at Devan.
"Why can it be like that?" nayla asked who was confused as to why Devan asked that. Nayla doesn't understand at all.
Forgetting? forgetting what Devan meant, Nayla did not understand at all. It was also possible that Nayla had forgotten Devan, the man who had made her pregnant at this time.
Nayla was currently only thinking about every touch of Devan's lips on her stomach which made her crumble instead of thinking about anything else.
Slowly Devan wakes up and sits next to Nayla, Nayla feeling disappointed because Nayla wants more instead of just a touch. Nayla was embarrassed by her desire but her body wanted it too.
"Just now?" devan.
Nayla is really upset why Devan is still talking about Nanda, even though Nayla has explained earlier to Devan about who Nanda is.
"Why are you still talking about that anyway?" said Nayla was upset with Devan, when they were both so limited turn to meet Devan instead discuss another man.
But not with Devan, Devan felt that Nayla's explanation was still very lacking, Devan was still not satisfied with Nayla's explanation of Nanda, so Devan discussed it again tonight.
What happened to Devan? doesn't Devan love Jessica so much? then why is Devan so angry that there are other men close to Nayla?
That's what Devan always instilled in him even though actually Devan always felt at this time his feelings were always not because of Nayla.
"Mas, me and Nanda are just old friends who just met again, that's all there is no other reason, and don't ask again about it," said Nayla upset.
Devan could see Nayla's serious-looking facial expression say that, not looking the slightest lie.
Devan then nodded while carrying Nayla into his arms and again gently stroked Nayla's stomach.
"Did he trouble you?" devan whispered right in Nayla's ear.
Nayla wants more than that but is at a loss to say how, and Nayla also lacks the courage to ask Devan.
Devan lies down again on Nayla's thigh and tightly hugs Nayla's stomach.
"Does Daddy's son bother you?" devan asked as if he was talking to the child who was still in Nayla's stomach.
"Did our son trouble you?" devan asked as he raised his head to look at Nayla.
"Slightly," Nayla replied in a slightly quivering voice.
Devan immediately raised his eyebrows and then immediately woke up sitting opposite to Nayla.
"What do you really feel? what's your complaint? let's tell me" Devan said, looking at Nayla.
Either Devan understands it or not but Nayla's desire is a touch more than Devan's. To make Nayla feel very upset because Devan does not understand at this time.
"I'm so sleepy" said Nayla, getting upset and then immediately lying back to Devan, not forgetting to pull a blanket covering her up to her neck.
"Hey bumil why are you?" devan asked while laughing amusedly to see Nayla who turned out to be very adorable when she was upset like now.
"Nayla," said Devan as he entered the blanket and did not forget to wrap his hands in Nayla's stomach.
"Mas ishhh" said Nayla.
"What?" devan said casually while holding back his laughter.
"Ishh far away" said Nayla, holding Devan's hand in his stomach.
"Hey what are you? mas just want to be close to the child mas," said Devan who again held back his laughter to see the adorable behavior of Nayla.
"He's sleeping, don't bother, '" said Nayla, annoyed, not upset.
"Well it's okay if he's asleep, mas still want to accompany him," said Devan again who did not want to budge, Devan's hand still coolly hugging Nayla's stomach.
"Mas, go far," Nayla said.
"No, I want to be here" said Devan, increasing his embrace.
"Mas" said Nayla again.
Tok to tok...
The sound of knocking on the door made Devan and Nayla look directly at the door that was closed tightly at this time.
"Mas, how's this?" said Nayla who panicked instantly, the shadows will be caught making Nayla sweat cold and pale.
"Nayla!!," called Bik Ina from outside Nayla's room in a tone high enough for Nayla to hear her voice.
"Mas, what am I supposed to do?" whispered Nayla to Devan, Nayla was confused whether or not to answer.
"Jawab first," whispered Devan.
"Yes Bik" Nayla replied in a voice high enough for Bik Ina to hear her voice.
"So I kind of heard you talking to someone, you're okay, aren't you Nayla?" bik Ina asked from the outside with a worried feeling towards Nayla.
"Oh this is Bik, Nayla again watching Korean drama, sad Bik story, sorry well Bik if noisy," said Nayla again with more sweat because of lying.