The Unacknowledged Seed
Reunite

Now the awkward atmosphere was completely engulfed in awkwardness. Mishel said her request but did not know if it would eventually become this atmosphere. Marco doesn't know where to start. Honestly he wanted to touch that big belly again, he missed feeling that kick from inside but it was impossible because he wasn't that brave. Perhaps if he did, the woman sitting in front of him would run away from him out of fear.

Hah, get rid of your impossible mind Marco. He tried to stay focused on Mishel's request earlier.

The eheemm.

Marco cleared his throat again to reduce his nervousness. Though not only himself, Mishel was the same. The woman regretted saying the request.

"Why don't you drink the juice. Outside must have been very hot, right," said Marco then he sipped ice coffee to cool his body because now he was sweating cold.

"Ah yes." Politely Mishel took her glass and drank it a little. In a big pregnant condition like her this does feel fast arrows and sweating. He tasted the juice so fresh and drank it to half a glass.

"You like it?" ask Marco.

Mishel hurriedly put down her glass and was embarrassed.

"Drink if you like, I'll order you again if you want. That's juice from real fruit, I asked for it without sugar."

Mishel drank it again.

For almost half an hour they sat there but Mishel's simple request could not be made by the man. Not unwilling but he still did not know where to start to say it and there were also many people.

Marco went forward and put his elbows on the table. "Look, how about we move. Don't be afraid because I didn't mean anything, I just ... here a lot of people," Marco half-whispered.

Mishel also saw the surrounding, right now there are many people.

They were already in the park and quite deserted. Sit on a bench under a tree. Where the dried leaves fall in the wind and end up scattered everywhere. The afternoon weather was indeed quite good, but fortunately it was not too hot because it was entering the rainy season. They sit far away from one end of the bench and the other.

Marco confirmed his neck tie and tried to say something.

"I will from now on" the man said as he turned his head to look at the woman sitting beside him.

Mishel was squeezing the dress strongly due to nervousness. Maybe this is the first time they'll talk seriously.

Suddenly Marco also twisted his body so that it was now faced with Mishel. His tongue and his tongue felt stiff when he said something.

"Bo—can I put my palm there?" marco asked as he looked at Mishel's stomach. "Don't be afraid, I just want to feel the fetus. Didn't you tell me to show my existence, show affection and all that so that he knows if I love him," Marco explained when he saw Mishel's very objectionable look.

Mishel was confused whether to allow it or not. On one hand he also wanted the man to rub his stomach just like what he had dreamed. On the other hand he was afraid of being too hopeful and it was just a mere dream.

"You can do it" said Mishel.