Loving My Brother's Fiancee
30. There's something weird

"Where is he going? Why was all the work given to me?" abraham asked Siska—his secretary.

"I don't know, sir. His secretary just gave it to me. He said Mr. Hadi was on some important business."

Abra massaged his forehead. How could his father give so much work. And he just left just like that. Didn't know that the man had interests, too. Abra wanted to see the state of Salwa, since there had been no news from her lover.

"Yes, you go there! My head is getting dizzy."

Sisca came out upset. For two months she couldn't shop like she used to. Ibra never wore it at all. Although he had to be in pain while playing with the man, but he did not care, as long as he could enjoy the money.

The woman knew how rude Ibra was. Even Sisca had been in the hospital after playing, but he was never deterred. When his boss asked him again, the woman complied with pleasure.

Sisca wondered, could Ibra have found a replacement for her? Which could be more satisfying h*sratnya, but who? Didn't the man always say that he was the greatest, among the women that Ibra had enjoyed. Thinking about it gives Sisca a headache.

It seemed like the woman had to dare to tease him first. He was convinced that his boss would never refuse what Sisca had to offer. Remembering all this time the man always enjoyed himself and was always satisfied with what he did in his room.

Abraham was busy with all the files on his desk. Even until the afternoon the work was still a lot. That means he's gonna have to be late tonight. His family was really torturing. They asked him here to look for the cause of the perpetrator who put Ibra to sleep, but now look, his papa is using him for work instead.

At ten o'clock in the night, Abra's job is done. However, he was too lazy to go back to his family home. So the man chose to go back to the apartment alone. He also wanted to know the progress of the search for the perpetrator. Maybe later you can reason to sleep in a hotel or at the office.

Abra opened his phone, apparently there was a message from Salwa who sent a picture of a fish gurame. The man misses him, he wants to call, but is afraid to interrupt his break. Abra does not want the woman to lack rest because it also affects her child.

The man replied to a message. If reciprocated means Salwa has not slept, if it does not mean that her lover has gone to dreamland.

"Good night, sweet dreams." This is the message Abra sent to Salwa.

The man immediately left his room and headed for the parking lot. As soon as he entered the car, Abra's phone rang, apparently there was a video call from Salwa. Apparently the woman had not slept.he smiled seeing her immediately the man shifted the blue color button.

"Good night, honey," said Abra.

"Assalamualaikum," said Salwa as well as reprimanding his lover.

"Eh .. waalaikumsalam. Have you eaten?"

"Already," Salwa replied with a smile staring at the screen of the phone that looks Abra's face. He knew his girlfriend must be exhausted.

"Why eat fish? Why don't you eat porridge first."

"I am, no, papa. I'm healthy, it's just the baby. If I eat porridge, I'm even less excited."

"Are you still vomiting?"

"No, just a little bit of nausea, but I can still control it so that no one is suspicious."

"Thank God, I hope he doesn't bother you any more. I can't look at you like you were yesterday."

"I'm not papa, really! All mothers feel this way too. Instead I feel happy because I'm part of a woman who can feel the happiness of being a mother."

"Tonight I can't go there. It's too late. Tomorrow morning before I go to the office, I'll be there. What do you want to bring?"

"No need, you just come here, it makes me happy."

"Alright, you rest, it's too late. Don't stay up late, it's not good for health. I'll be there tomorrow."

"Yes, be careful on the road. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Salwa turned off the phone. The woman rubbed her flat stomach. In his heart, he prayed for the good of himself and his future son. Salwa will do anything for this fetus. Especially now that Abraham was always with him. Make him more confident in order to get through everything well.

*****

Two months have passed, now the content of Salwa has stepped eleven weeks. His stomach is still not visible. Lately Papa Handi often gives Abra more work. Mama Syakila also acted as if she wanted to avoid it.

At first he was ordinary, but the more here the man felt strange. Like there was something that Abra wanted to hide and didn't want to know. When he asked, the answer was nothing.

"Sorry, yes, dear. I still have a lot of work so I can't go there today. Hopefully tomorrow there won't be any more work and I can get there."

"You feel like something's weird, don't you? I feel here your parents are suspicious. He's given you a lot of work lately. I'm afraid they're doing something to us. Moreover, Mama Syakila also called me often."

"Don't think no-no, just pray that we're okay and can find a way out for our relationship" Abra said. "Oh, yes, I've prepared a home for us to live in abroad. You will be a lady there. You want to, right, come with me?"

Abra tried to divert the conversation. He does not want Salwa to think that will affect their future children. Although the man was actually also worried about the same thing. But Abra did not want his beloved to know, let him find out.

"Of course I want to. As I said yesterday, I'll go wherever you go as long as we're legitimate."

"Of course, but it's hard. I'm still thinking of ways to talk to my mom and dad" Abra said slowly. Every time, he tried to talk to his parents, but they seemed to be giving distance and there was just a reason to avoid being together.

"You don't be pessimistic. I will always wait for you."

"But your stomach will grow. I don't want anyone else to sneer at you, let alone insult you."

"Don't listen to their words. After marriage, I'll come with you overseas so I have no business with them."

Even though Salwa said it was okay, Abra still thought. If the gossip is her, it does not matter, but this is her lover and she does not until the heart makes the woman sad.

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