Oh My Cecunguk
Fighting for child rights

"That must be Mas Kevin," muttered Alia after hearing the roar of the car entering the courtyard of the house. The woman rushed out, welcoming the husband cheerfully.

"Mas Kevin is home" Alia said as Kevin got out of the car.

Kevin raised his face, looking at Alia. His forehead wrinkled as he saw a smile rising on the woman's lips. Unlike the usual who always pout.

Kevin stepped foot, went inside the house. Followed by Alia who walked by his side. The woman who was two-bodied seemed to extend a hand. Grab Kevin's arm and hold the man who is the father of the baby.

But Kevin immediately brushed it off violently. The man stopped his steps. Alia stopped immediately. Kevin twisted his body slightly to look at the wife he did not love. "I told you not to touch me" he snapped with a dislike look.

Wh why? Why can't I touch you? Am I a shit? Am I so disgusting in your eyes?

I want Alia to anger him. But the woman did not dare. She was afraid that her husband's answer would hurt her heart even more.

"sorry. I forgot," said Alia, softly.

Kevin didn't say anything anymore. He went back up the stairs. Heading to the room on the second floor.

Alia set foot again, trailing behind Kevin.

"Mas Kevin's had breakfast yet? If I have not prepared yes," said Alia enthusiastically.

"no need. I'm not hungry" Kevin said without looking.

"alright. How about coffee? Shall I make it no?" ask Alia, again.

Kevin stopped his steps. Both of his hands were clenched and his jaws were clenched. He turned his body back, facing Alia.

Instantly Alia shrieked, looking at Kevin's expression. Obviously the man was angry.

"Can you stop asking me that? I don't need anything. If I ever need anything, I'll make it and find it myself. So you don't have to bother, Alia," said Kevin coldly. After that passed away leaving, leaving Alia who was still frozen.

Alia's eyes looked teary. A moment later the round of clear water slid, along with his body that slumped down. The girl sat on one of the stairs. Crying without a sound. Kevin's words were even more painful than a lash. Kevin hated it. Should he just give up.

Alia stroked her growing belly. "Are you angry?" he murmured to the baby. His stomach moved as if giving an answer.

"sorry. Two days this mother is so crybaby, huh? You must be uncomfortable in there."

Alia wiped her tears. Then stand up. He again strengthened his resolve. As painful and as difficult as any obstacles that will be faced, he does not want to give up. There are rights for children to fight for. Without Alia noticing a pair of eyes seemed to peek at him from behind the door. But immediately turned away as Alia again stepped up her legs, climbing the stairs to her room.

Alia had just arrived in front of the room. Kevin came out dressed differently. This time he looks neat in a black suit. One of his hands was carrying a suitcase and his briefcase.

Alia looked surprised. Is Kevin going to run away? Does he not take it with me anymore?

Kevin walked over to Alia. "There's work abroad. Less than a week," he said.

Uh. Kevin's talking to me. Am I dreaming? Alia pinched her own cheek to check it out.

Akhh, sick. It's not a dream, it's real.

Kevin frowned, looking at Alia who pinched his own cheek. Kevin stepped back while dragging his suitcase, down the stairs. But just a few steps. The man stopped again. He turned his body, looking at Alia who was still sculpting.

"One more. Stop whining like a baby. Soon you'll be a mother" she told Alia. After that, continue his steps.

Alia said nothing. His brain stopped working. He could only look at Kevin's back that was moving further away.

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