My Husband is Not the Father of My Son
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Keisha heard the sound of a door lock being opened from outside. His feet stepped back, as soon as the door opened Keisha saw Areliano's bruised cheek. Keisha approached and felt Areliano's cheek. “What happened?” asked Keisha with her worry.

“Reagan was just upset and hit me, but everything was in order,” replied Areliano.

Areliano closed the door, and locked it from the inside so that no one would interfere. She did not care about the baby shower that her mother held.

Keisha followed Areliano's steps leading him to bed. “Sit,” pinta Areliano.

Keisha followed her husband's desire to sit on the edge of the bed.

Areliano poured down his body, making Keisha's thigh a cushion. His eyes stared straight at the ceiling. “Will you never regret living with me?”

“Why ask like that, not that I'm just the woman your parents bought me. Then no matter what happens I will obey your parents,” Keisha replied honestly.

“If my parents, ask you to marry Reagan how?”

Keisha was silent for a moment, he stared fixedly at Areliano's face which looked impatiently waiting for Keisha's answer. “How else, I-“ Keisha's speech was cut off due to Areliano's sudden movement of just getting up and staring at her.

“With ease you say that, whereas I keep you in front of my parents.” Areliano got up and walked towards the open window of his room.

Keisha smiled at Areliano's jealousy. She walked over to Areliano, and stood right behind her husband. Keisha's hands stretched out to wrap his hands around Areliano's stomach. Keisha's head rested on Areliano's back.

“I am aware of my position, but if I can choose I would rather live with you my husband.”

Areliano's lips smiled at the very soft and soothing answer coming out of his wife's mouth.

Areliano turned his body to face Keisha. “You don't have the slightest feeling towards Reagan?”

Reagan pinched Keisha's kingpin's cheek. “Your speech is very loose.”

Keisha smiled displaying a row of his teeth, he scattered himself into the arms of Areliano. “I am happy and very grateful to have you as my husband.”

The hall where the baby shower was held still went according to plan, even though there were no Areliano and Keisha.

“I want to talk to Arsya,” Jordan told his waiter. Alana who sat beside him chose to accompany her husband.

Jordan's ministry pushed his employer's wheelchair over to Arsya.

“Arsya,” call Jordan. His little whiz Jordan used to grow into an adult.

“Iya Pi,” sahur Arsya.

“Don't put too much restraint on your son's wishes, love needs sacrifice. Papi thinks you should be able to be more mature in dealing with this,” said Jordan gave a little advice to his son. Arsya's unsettled face can be felt by Jordan.

Alana squeezes the shoulder of her husband, this old man is very wise when it comes to speaking. “Mami agrees with Papi, maybe this is the first time a problem has come to your life. You must believe in the power of love. Didn't you marry Feriska out of love? Though at that time Papi forbid you, let alone your relationship is very unhealthy.”

“This issue is not the same Mam,” said Arsya.

“Don't worry too much about this problem, Filio can definitely handle Reagan.”

A sedating sentence from his parents could not win Arsya's day, especially if given Areliano's insistent decision.