Who Is Pregnant With My Child?
Adel's Feelings

Adel PoV's

It's been a few hours since John left the room after cleaning my wound. I knew that I should have tried to talk to him about the proposal he gave me. But right now I still feel like I'm not okay. I haven't told John that he doesn't have to worry about me. But I know very well that I'm getting pretty bad injuries.

I was amazed at my condition. Why am I still hurt? And every time I get hurt, my head still gets pretty badly hurt. It started at the police station that even made me lose my memory. Second with a much more heartbreaking incident, when that creepy guy harassed me. And now, I'm back with a head wound and unfortunately all this happened on the day that I should have been happy that John proposed to me. But then again, God just keeps predestining me to experience this kind of shit.

Who could have thought that there was such a big tree branch hitting me, that it made my head hurt and my legs could have been broken.

'Why is my fate so unlucky. Oh my God, can't I live happily and be kept away from all this misfortune?' my question is in my heart.

I thought that the storm would last for only a few hours, because that's how storms usually happen. I thought that after the storm was over, I would tell John that I loved him.

Being in a situation like this makes me realize that with my bad way of life like this but I am always given salvation by God, I should live full of gratitude.

A few moments later, I started to feel tired again and I decided that I should rest myself and close my eyes for at least a few minutes.

But until I woke up, the storm had not shown any signs of stopping. After a few hours the storm continued. I'm grateful that this house is sturdy enough so that it can't be damaged by a big enough storm out there.

Time goes by pretty fast....

During the 5 days I had the treatment given by John and my condition slowly began to improve. I was able to walk around the house well and I was grateful that my leg was not broken as predicted by John, but only quite badly injured.

We both spent all our time together in this house. Act like everything's okay. We never argued again even everything felt so perfect to me. John took good care of me.

However, neither of us talked about the topic of the proposal he made to me at that time nor about the marriage that might happen between us later. Honestly, both John and I seemed to want to talk about the proposal at that time. But none of us were brave enough to start.

It seems like the two of us were only thinking about what was inside each of us's heads up until this point.

Right now, I was standing outside the door of a study room. The room I never visited. The room was used more often by John. I don't know what he's been doing in there all along. But it looks like he's just reading a book in there.

Before I could marry her, I wanted to talk to her about everything that happened from the very beginning we met until at last we could feel our own feelings. I also want to talk about what happened to me when I was 17, where it made me know how I really felt about him. I know that it's been a long time, but I still remember it all as if it just happened yesterday.

As things went by, I realized that I had started to love John ever since he stole my first kiss when we were kids. And the love that I felt for her, was not the kind of love that would disappear for one night, or love that was just a passion that lasted only a few moments.

My love for her is like a happy romantic novel at the end, with the feeling of trembling knees, a beating heart so tight, a red face blushing, a love that lasts forever, a love that lasts forever, and that's the kind of love I have for her. John is the only one for me.

These few days, it has proven everything to me. To think of us as a happy family is not just a dream in such a long distance. It's all here and right now.

I sighed after thinking about all that. I then gathered all my courage, as I decided to knock on the thin wooden door in the room where he was at the moment.

"Come in, the door's not locked." John said from the inside of the room.

I walked in and smiled when I saw him as if he was waiting for me.

John is seen sitting on a wooden chair reading an adult novel. His feet seemed to rise next to his knees and his face displayed such a beautiful smile. I feel so awkward for bothering him at a time like this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." I said awkwardly as I walked more and more into the room.

I realized that there was a fireplace in the room and the room looked so romantic. He then placed the novel he was reading on the table by his side and smiled at me.

"It doesn't matter if it's you." Said John.

"John, I'm thinking about something. Do I get to talk to you about something and I want you to be open about it to me." My words brought out what I wanted to say to him.

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