The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 27 START LOVE

..."I know you want to speed up the divorce, you don't have to be a mother figure through my son's growth. I'll find the right replacement after you leave."...

...𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑑 ...

Heavy rain poured down the streets, the sound of its roar produced a soothing groove. The atmosphere became cold and gloomy, as if the world had stopped spinning just to enjoy moments like this. The roar of water descending from the sky overcame the sound of vehicles and the crowds filling the city.

"It's been 4 months huh, why don't it feel." Cetus Syha, standing in front of the mirror, quickly came out of the room, "I have to do a DNA check today."

After many misunderstandings, the problem is finally resolved. Kelly no longer appears to even contact Alon, but she refuses to do so.

For some reason her little heart cried out happily to Alon's attitude that night, Syha reflex shook her head loudly not wanting to be swept away by the way the man treated her.

As Shha descended the stairs, the fragrance of cooking pierced both noses. Alon was standing in front of the stove, stirring up a pot containing chicken soup.

"You awake?" Alon asked, taking his eyes off the soup he was cooking.

Syha gave a lip, "Yes, I did." she replied briefly.

Alon nodded slowly at his wife who did not usually dress up after pregnancy, "where are you going?"

"To the hospital, to check," replied Syha.

"Go with me later," said Alon put a bowl of chicken soup with smoke billowing into the air, "breakfast first, the weather is cold."

The woman did not respond to choose silence for a moment observing the cuisine presented. "Oh you're a 5-star servant in this house?" ledek.

Resentment stiffened at the temple, Alon firmly grasped the spatula in his hand "I am your husband not a servant."

"When do I consider you my husband? Our marriage was just an Alon play."

"If I want it to come true, gmana?"

Syha raised both of her eyebrows, this man's nothing was becoming all the more. "Ga of interest"

Alon rubbed his hair, "if ever you'd like gmana?"

'How-how is this basic man constantly and cornered me' his grunt cursing in the heart.

Syha was indifferent, not wanting to respond any further. Her pupils glanced at the soup in front of her, a trait filled with warmth shaking her feelings strongly.

Syha widened her eyes to see the flesh floating, her fingers firmly grasping, Alon staring at his frozen wife, his body trembling, as if standing before a wide open gate of trauma.

Syha remembered Zein who made her rat soup for her to eat in the basement.

"Not to worry,"

alon's words drew Syha to look over, though,

"It was just chicken meat" he continued with a faint smile.

Syha frowned, curious. Does Alon know anything? "Thank you, but I can't eat your cooking," Syha got up from the dinner table and prepared to walk out.

"You're afraid I poisoned you, aren't you?"

Syha stopped turning around and glanced at him, "yes you might be able to put a kilo of cyanide in it."

"If you're rich, I've put thousands of tons of cyanide, you can't get a 50 percent inheritance? Hockey can get new chants again."

Syha looked up and twisted her eyes irritatedly "Then you got HIV! EAT NEW THIS!"

Now Alon is glaring wide. "Hey when you cooked red bean porridge for me, I finished it. It's my cooking turn, you don't want to taste it."

Syha gathered up the courage to approach the bowl, in order to appreciate Alon who had taken pains to cook for her

A very normal look for home cooking sizes. Depressing all his fears scoops a mouthful and puts it in his mouth.

Syha gasped, fell silent and did not react.

"It must be good, I've won a cooking contest. So don't be gobsmacked by the taste." Alon said with confidence.

"Alone.." The call sounded very raucous and shrill, the woman lowered her gaze.

Alon felt a different atmosphere, was he too sure of his cooking? Since Junior High he has studied with Ammanya. It is unlikely that the results will disappoint.

Syha raised her face, mimicking the expression that turned red. Rushing Alon put down the spatula and approached his wife.

"Cure? Sweetie? A bargain? 1001 Taste of yes? Don't eat anymore, I'm sorry." A thousand questions came out feeling uneasy, Alon pulled the still-clasped spoon and placed it on the bowl.

Instead of answering Syha just shed tears, Alon who was hit with anxiety is now made to panic. A second later a hug tied the two together, Syha with her tears breaking apart as a hiccup in a moment of sadness.

Alon hugged, for some reason his wife suddenly cried for no reason. To be sure, the condition of pregnancy is able to make a woman's mood changes drastically.

Segan to ask, Alon hoped to temper his cries by caressing the mane carefully.

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"No need to touch, yes" decak Syha drove from the pranks of Alon who was busy crawling his hands.

"Sstss already!" Alon placed his index finger right in front of his lips, making the conditions for silence. While the doctor prepares the equipment.

Syha squinted her eyes, looking at Alon who was engraved with a curve at the corner of her lips "Why are you smiling so?" Her chirps.

"It's nice to wait for the development of our baby."

Syha widens eyes "ga ush pake dear all the time!"

Alon flickered, giving the code. As if someone was eavesdropping on their conversation, yes an obstetrician with equipment that was ready in his hands.

Syha threw a sweet smile, fixing her position to lie down properly.

The doctor puts on a gel, the transducer moves slowly around the stomach. The screen displays a black display showing a fetus that has been developing for the past 4 months.

The doctor opens the voice "This lady's hand and this is her leg can you see it?"

The two couples simultaneously nodded, Syha with her sparkling face was amazed, as soon as she turned her head towards Alon who was still staring at his face.

"Ngapain see I see the screen noh," Shha's snort was replied with a small laugh by Alon, the man clasped tightly.

"Isn't this a miracle?" said Alon.

Syha turned her gaze to the screen, staring at the already quite enlarged mound of skin, "after so many years now I can conceive a child. And everyone thinks I'm barren."

"Nothing is impossible if God wills" Alon said.

Syha can hear a strong heartbeat. Either because of her admiration for Alon's statement or because of her baby.

"Congratulations, your wife is pregnant with a daughter." Speak to your doctor after researching genital genitalia.

A smile as beautiful as a crescent moon adorned the faces of the two, a princess would be born in their midst.

"It's very harmonious when you're married for 5 years, congratulations on the presence of your baby," said the doctor in between the two dissolve in excitement.

Syha turned her head quickly towards Alon, asking for an explanation. Is this man manipulating their marriage data? In silence Syha pinched her husband's palm with anxiety.

Alon grimaced, instead of fighting back he responded by stroking Syha's back and giving a kiss on her forehead.

As the woman did not let go of her gaze, Syha felt a thumping heartbeat. This time he was sure this heart was his, but why was it so hard for him to get angry?

After performing the USG, they switched to matching the DNA.

"We have received blood and fetal samples, the hospital will notify if there is a recent notice."

They nodded in understanding, rushing to prepare to return to the mansion. Without both of them realizing, the handcuffs were not released during the checking that had passed.

Arriving there, Syha opened several personal letters sent from her childhood friend in St. Peterbug. Funny, they keep contact with each other. But to send the news always by post letter.

Syha wrote a series of words to reply to the message there, in silence Alon was standing right behind him trying to steal a glance at the activity he did.

"To do it."

Syha was aghast, covering the writing with an emotionless face. "This is my room, why are you so recklessly going in and out of here?" Jerk her.

"This is my house so like me," Alon chimed in with a sewot "lagian nulis what the hell?"

"Kepo kali, there you go!" Dispel the woman in a careless tone. It re-dissolved in every drop of ink.

Alon peeked at the ring that Syha wore on her left ring finger, "can you wear our wedding ring as long as you're with me?"

The woman shook her head refusing "don't want to."

"When I've been very good at removing all your ransom and leaving you with me not until 1 year."

Hearing that statement Syha immediately stood up, pulled the nightstand drawer. Put down her wedding ring with Zein and bring her wedding ring with Alon.

The woman sat back down, realizing that Alon had Asian ancestry she had placed the ring on her right ring finger.

"Have you?" Syha raised her finger and showed the evidence right at the focal point of the man's eyes.

But Alon instead reached into the phone, opened the camera mode, put his left hand side by side with the wife's.

Syha looked confused, "want to do."

The sound of snaps is heard

Alon smiled broadly, "i just need to do this, if you want to wear your ring with Zein again. I borrowed this photo for my wallpaper and contacts, thanks."

Alon passed out of the room, leaving Syha with her cheeks that were already shamed.