My Bastard Boss's
Chapter 8 The New Life of Disha

Disha is now trying to dispose of all his past related to Aldrich. He had assumed the father of the future fetus in his stomach was gone. The pregnant woman is talking to Hazel.

"I'm sure you can get through this whole Dis, you're not alone now there's me and your aunt looking after you and Mr. Arta" Hazel murmured.

Disha simply responded to her with a smile. The pregnant woman is currently devouring pieces of fruit that Hazel thrust on her.

Draps

The sound of footsteps approaching them, Arta came home carrying a lot of groceries for the two girls. Disha himself just silently did not comment what, Hazel immediately said goodbye to Disha and Arta. The girl chose to stay in the contract she had rented.

"I went home first Sha, remember to rest and take care of your condition" said Hazel.

"You don't want me here, Zel? "

"No Sha, because tomorrow I have started looking for a job again." subtly declined Hazel. He nodded, staring at his departure in silence.

The servant who had stored the goods that Arta had brought. The man accompanied her sitting on the terrace, Arta watching Disha closely. He tried to comfort this pregnant woman before him with his sedative words. Disha himself sighed heavily, staring at Arta.

"Did Arta have no family? " tanya Disha broke the silence between the two of them.

"I only live with my mommy, while Daddy has passed away" replied Arta with a faint smile.

Disha feels guilty, has asked something personal. Arta himself did not bother about it, he was not offended at all. Disha smiled wryly, it turned out that Arta was luckier than her.

His own father considered him an unlucky carrier and now he has been smeared by the brengshake man. He was trying to accept slowly with his current state. Arta touched Disha's hand, making the pregnant woman flinch. He immediately withdrew his hand, since the incident made him keep his distance from the opposite sex including Arta.

"Mas Arta is lucky to still choose a mother" Disha said with a smile.

Arta turned her head towards him, looking at Disha with a frown. "Where are your parents, Disha? "

"I only have a father, but the father hates me so much, he considers me as the cause of my mother's death" replied Disha with a soft look.

Deg

Arta was surprised to hear that, Disha herself just smiled at him. He no longer blames his father, now he only has a fetus in his stomach, Hazel and Surti's aunt.

"Sorry sir, miss, outside of Madame Diandra's coming." said the maid. Arta immediately got up and invited Disha to meet the mommy. Mommy Diandra immediately sat in the living room, the middle-aged woman frowned looking at the woman who was with her son.

Arta immediately explained who Disha was to the mommy so as not to misunderstand. Mommy Diandra turned her head towards Disha, looking fixedly at this pregnant woman in front of her.

"Halo Disha, I'm the mother of Diandra Artanza's mother. "greet her kindly.

"I am Anaya Disha aunty. "the answer is brief. Mom Diandra asked Disha to come closer, the woman immediately complied with her request.

Disha let out a long sigh, she did not want to be hurt just because of the male again. She was determined to raise her son alone even though it wasn't easy for her. The pregnant woman looked back at this middle-aged woman in front of her.

"I can't Aunt, I don't want to sacrifice Arta's future for what is not a responsibility

he replied "reject it subtly.

madam Diandra sighed heavily, for the time being she could not force Disha. Disha herself was still muddled with her decision, she leaned her body on the sofa. Seeing how stubborn Disha was, reminded herself in the past.

The pregnant woman touched her stomach, caressing her affectionately. He apologized to the fetus in his stomach, unable to provide a complete family. Arta himself sighed heavily, what was in his mind was represented by the mommy but in fact Disha rejected his good intentions.

"For the time being you may refuse, but right now she is my son-in-law and that means you are my future wife Disha. I don't want anyone else to say insulting things to the fetus in your stomach. "strictly Arta gave an explanation to Disha to understand.

"You talk, mommy stay a while, son. " Mommy Diandra instantly got up, letting her son and Disha speak freely.

Disha was about to get up, the woman grimaced in pain while touching her stomach. Arta immediately approached, helping her sit back while rubbing Disha's flat stomach.

"You can't be stressed and stubborn that makes your stomach feel Disha cramps! " Highlight Arta turned sharp, he gave Disha a warning. The woman was stunned, the cramping in her stomach instantly disappeared the moment Arta touched her stomach.

He apologized immediately, Arta took him into his warm embrace.The man wanted Disha to be more open to him, saying everything that became a burden on his mind. Disha enjoys the masculine scent of Arta's body, she touches Arta's burly hands on her stomach.

"Mas Arta. "call Disha gently.

"You want something? " ask Arta slightly stretching her arms. The man looked down, their gazes met and locked onto each other. He placed a kiss on Disha's forehead very gently, then moved his face away.

"I'd like to go to the beach for a second, would you? " ask Disha expectantly. Arta nodded, she let go of her embrace. Both of them immediately prepared to be ready, Disha herself changed her clothes to help mommy Diandra. After they finished saying goodbye to mommy, they went straight into the car.

Skips

The Beach

Disha was wearing a yellow satin long dress, Arta clasped her hands while walking down the beach. After a few minutes the man immediately carried her, laying Disha on the long chair of the beach. Arta was lying next to him, watching Disha with a smile.

"Why Arta, look at me like that. I'm ashamed to know mas. " said Disha in a potent tone. Arta chuckled softly hearing that, the man felt anxious at her. The pregnant woman turned her back with Arta hugging her from behind.

Arta POV's

You're the amazing woman Disha, I'm sure you can get through everything well for the sake of the fetus in your stomach. From now on you are my responsibility. I don't care about other people's talk. For that bastard who ruined your life, I will repay him many times later.

"Mas Arta you sleep yes. "guess Disha with origin.

"Of course not baby. " Arta kissed the cheek of his future wife and hugged her but did not press the flat stomach of Disha. And they enjoyed the moment together.