PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED
Chapter 44

PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED

Surely Maher intended to tell his father after Maher met the man. Maher will tell you everything about him and Namira.

Currently Mahendra is already in the same city but Maher requested that Mahendra stay at the hotel only, because at home there is Dion. Now the father and son are in a restaurant that carries the concept of nature, so the atmosphere around the restaurant feels comfortable and looks lonely. Originally it was crowded. But because it is very broad and one place to another quite distant.

"What's up, Her? Until you ask Papa who came to see you, here too?" Mahendra stared at his son intensely.

Maher tapped his finger on the table, his face clearly casting doubt.

Mahendra remained silent, as if to give time to his only child. He was also sure what he wanted to say was also the reason for his refusal to marry the daughter of his relationship.

"Pah.. papa will soon have a grandson," Maher said slowly at the end of the sentence.

"What!" pekik Mahendra woke up from his seat.

"You're not marrying papa's permission! Do you even want to have children now?! What kind of child are you, Maher?!" Mahendra's voice is rising.

Maher flicked his hand forward, giving a code if what his father alleged was not true.

"No reward, I'm not married!" maher replied, asking his father to be calm and listen first. But instead of being calm Mahendra got angry.

"You said you're not married, but you want to have kids?!"

"Pahh, please beat me up first, yes!" Maher implored by cupping his hands in front of his chest.

Mahendra let out a long sigh and again dropped his pan*at on the chair. The old man who was still looking handsome crossed his arms while looking intently at the man before him.

"I'm .. I'm sorry Pah. I made a fatal mistake, but I accidentally sumapah for Allah's sake Pah."

Mahendra was still silent, but this time his forehead shriveled, his heart was also slightly racing faster. Actually this man can already guess where his son talks to, do not forget if he is also an adult male. Mahendra wanted to hear from his son.

"I have ...."

"What's been?!" mahendra asked impatiently

"I've desecrated a girl, Pah." Maher looked at the face of the man before her with fear.

Plaque!

One slap directly on Mahendra when the gaze of the two fit together, even Mahendra to stand.

"Bah," said Maher, but the man kept silent receiving a slap from his father.

"Maher! Papa never taught you to be a depraved man!" hardik Mahendra's.

"If your mother knew what you were doing, she could have risen from the grave!"

"Papa is ashamed to have a child like you!" mahendra snapped while shifting the chair about to leave.

Maher immediately blocked his step, and insisted that Mahendra would listen and help him.

"I know I was wrong, but I told you I didn't intentionally. I did it under the influence of alcohol. Don't you want to see and take care of Papa's only grandson?" Maher showed Mahendra a pleading face, with both hands holding the man's feet.

Mahendra thought and digested his son's words.He felt that what his son said had a point. Then his two sturdy hands held the shoulders of the man who was still resting, lifted up and brought back to the same place, sitting and facing each other.

"Well, Papa will listen to all your stories about the woman ... what's her name?" ask Mahendra finally.

"Namira. Namira Ardila Putri," Maher replied loudly and vigorously. A smile instantly rose on the lips of the man.

Mahendra mangosteen.

"Do you love that woman" Mahendra asked like that because he saw a happy hue when his only son mentioned the name of the woman.

"Yes, Pah. I love Namira, but...."

"You're a Mager, what scares you, huh?"

"He's married." Maher answered in a doldrums. In front of his Papa Maher can be himself without shame, even showing his sensitive nature will not hesitate.

"How come he got married? What husband....!

"His husband is a Gus, and he already knows that Namira is a victim .. and is currently pregnant with someone else's child" Maher said.

"What a great man he is, to be able to accept Namira as he is, he must love his wife very much." Mahendra was amazed.

"What's her name? Papah was curious!"

"Aslan! Gus Aslan," said Maher sewot, because his father praised the man.

Without Maher realizing it, Mahendra pulled his lips slightly to the side. The middle-aged lung man smiled slightly looking at the jealous wrath on the face of his only puppet son.

"Then what do you want to do, boy?" Mahendra wants to know his son's plan.

"I want to take my son, Pah. I want to take care of my son, I have rights too, don't I, Pah?" seloroh Maher's.

"What about Namira?"

"Either, Pah. I do love him, but...."

Mahendra got up and shifted to sit closer to his son. One hand patted Maher's back.

"Papa will help you, boy! What's your plan?

Maher begins to tell her plan, how she wants to take the baby out of Aslan's hands. He also tells the story of Dion who has known everything and wants to foil his plans.

"What did you say? Dion knew about this? And he's against you?" Mahendra surprised. Because if Dion to ask for help to his father who is none other than his own biological brother, it can be ascertained if Maher will experience difficulties.

But as a father who wants to see his only child happy, Mahendra will do anything. What's more the baby is his first and only grandchild. But how could she possibly oppose her own brother? Mahendra begins the dilemma.

"Why, Dad?

"Papa should talk to Dion. Let's go now to your place, before Dion tells his Papa," Mahendra asked.

Mahendra and Maher leave the restaurant.

****

How's bang? Have you talked to Bang Maher?" wulan asked as she placed a cup of milk coffee on the small table in front of her husband. Then the woman sat down next to Dion.

Dion shook his head, "Not yet dear. 'And the Maher went away.

Wulan furrowed her brows, "Where to go?"

Dion shakes his shoulder, "Abang has not had time, he has already cheered."

"What about Gus Aslan? You told me, didn't you?"

"Udah darling. We will visit there later! You're careful when you talk to Namira not to flirt, hm?"

"Ready boss," Wulan replied while saluting.

The couple laughed happily. Dion stroked his wife's growing belly. When the two were busy talking, there was a roar of car noises in the yard. Dion can see from behind the window who the owner of the car is. But there was one sight that made him stand up for a moment. Wulan who saw her husband react like this, the woman also stood up.

"She, Bang? How come Brother's face suddenly turned pale?" asked Wulan while shaking her husband's hand. The woman had not looked outwards, so she did not know who was coming.

"Omm Mahendra!" Dion immediately set foot out into the courtyard. His steps were wide even quickly, until his wife was left behind.

"Dragon!" call Wulan but get no response. The one called kept walking.

"Assalamualaikum, Dion!" said the middle-aged man.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Om," Dion replied as he extended his hand and kissed Mahendra Takjim's hand.

"Kok Om is here?" asked Dion while glancing towards Maher. Not wanting to see Dion's gaze, Maher deliberately pretended to look the other way.

Dion shook his head.

"Come, we'll talk inside" Mahedra said, embracing her shoulder.

Now they walked in tandem to the front of the house, which Wulan was currently looking at in the third direction.

"Of!" call Wulan. And kissed her husband's uncle's hand, after facing off.

"How are you, baby. Wow, that's your content!" mahendra asked while stroking the head of Wulan covered with hijab.

Mahendra loves Wulan as much as he loves Maher and Dion. Wulan was the nephew of his late wife. The daughter of his wife's sister.

"Thank God be good, Om. How about yourself?" The woman asked back.

"Alhamdulillah, as you can see, stay fit and handsome," continued Mahendra as he stretched his two hands to the side.

Dion and Maher roll lazy eyes every time they see Mahendra's narcissistic attitude. The two handsome men preferred to enter the house first.

Wulan and Mahendra laughed at Dion and Maher.

"Let's go in. baby." Mahendra invites Wulan to go first.

"Wulan excuse me, Om, would you like to have lunch?" the girl was inside.

"Yes, it's a nice cook for Om!" Mahendra raised his voice a little.

"What the hell, Om. Thought my wife was a maid," snorted Dion.

Ahahaha!

"You must not forget that Dion, besides being your wife, Wulan is also Om, just like you" Mahendra said.

Maher laughed, more precisely ridiculing. "You are jealous!"

"Eh, if you talk, don't be careless! Where there's a jealous cave just like a rich old man Om" Dion's circus.

"Have you said old Om. Papa you are old," said Mahendra not to lose.

The three laughed in their petty jokes, forgetting the difference they would face later. The atmosphere became familiar and warm like a family. Wulan who saw from afar was actually scared. He was worried that the warmth that appeared at this moment would turn hot in a moment.