You took away my crown, I Stole Your Heart.
Chapters. 8 We're Getting Married Next Week....

Mitha POV...

It's been a week since the last incident in front of the toilet that added my hate list to that brash and perverted guy. Fatan's attitude to me is outrageous.

During this week I also feel free to roam around in the hospital or on campus without any anxiety. For some reason, the presence of Fatan around me is very disturbing and disturbing. So as long as he's not around, my heart is peaceful and at peace, hehehe.

Morning in kosan. I just woke up from sleep. My stomach felt nauseous again when the smell of Girl perfume accidentally smelled by me when Girl sprayed her favorite perfume all over the body.

Hoek......

Hoek.....

Can't stand me getting up and running to the bathroom. There I spilled everything I ate last night. It doesn't taste very good. Bitter mixed with acid. I came out of the bathroom with a limp body and a pale face.

Fucking stomach.....

The fatan seedlings inside my body began to show their fangs. He started showing off and wanted to show off. I kept quiet and did nothing.

It could be morning - morning he's gone. This prospective Fatan child apparently wants to show his existence in front of the Girl.

Upset, I pinched a little bit of my stomach. Rasain ! Kapok, kapok. Who told the morning - the morning has done it.

" Mitha, you're not papa...? " The girl who followed me to the bathroom suddenly became worried about my situation.

I just shook my head in response to the girl's question. " I'm not papa. Just a little nauseous. My head feels like it's about to break, Dis. And anyways, these late noses and my digestion are a little bit irritated." I replied with a grimacing smile towards the Girl.

Kening Girl wrinkled. He looked at me with a probing look.

" When was the last time you had a monthly guest, Mit?"

Deg......

The girl's question was unexpected.

" Maxod lo what, Dis?" ask me to pretend I don't understand the meaning of the question.

The sharp look of the girl's eyes pierced through my bead. I was a little nervous and misbehaved.

" Mitha, we're doctors. I know what my question means."

I fell silent after hearing Mitha's words. Foolish. Of course, girls are not stupid to just interpret the symptoms that I experience. Same with Fatan, he and I both studied in the same department. How can you be lied to.

" I'm positive, Dis. If I don't count wrongly, this goes to the eighth week." I finally told the girl about my pregnancy.

" Goodness, Mitha. How about it, anyway. You should have talked to me. And more importantly, you know, I need to find Fatan. You have to ask the boy to take responsibility for the results of his actions. Do not just do prayers, then run away from responsibility." said the girl with a fiery.

" In fact, the previous Fatan knew this matter. Last week, my son found me when I ran out of the toilet. At that time I felt dizzy and nauseous. So I went hunting for permission to go to the toilet. Uh, apparently... Fatan followed me to the toilet."

" Continue, Fatan said what, Mit? "

" He said, if I had to take care of his son, and then he would come to my house" I replied.

" Nah, that means Fatan wants the same responsibility lo, Mit. Keep answering what?" ask the curious girl.

" I didn't answer anything, Dis. I was so upset with the same boy. And anyways, I'm scared, Dis." I replied quickly.

" Loh, how scared? What are you afraid of, Mit? You know, there is - there is."

" To be honest, Dis. I am afraid of my father and mother. No dear faces - their disappointed faces if they know, that my mind will run aground if I am pregnant. The girl they are proud of is actually only able to get pregnant out of wedlock." I replied while bowed lethargic.

The girl hugged me tightly. " Lo's patient, Mit. I'm sure you must be strong enough to do all this" said the girl encouraging me.

" I don't know, Dis. I feel like I want to destroy my content. I don't want to get pregnant. I don't want my future ruined because of all this, Dis. Hik. hik... "

" Athaghfirullah. You can't do that. It's the same as killing one life, Mit. That's a big sin. But that is not all your will. "

" But I'm scared, Dis. So how am I supposed to be, Dis. What I should do. I'm confused, Dis.. "

Tok....

The front door was knocked by someone from the outside. I immediately stopped my crying and rushed into the bathroom to clean myself up.

Meanwhile the girl walked forward to open the door.

After a while, the girl came back to see me.

" Outside there is someone who wants to meet you. You better meet him soon. You guys should talk." advises the girl.

I can immediately guess who the Girl meant. My mouth was open to protest.

" But, Dis.... "

The girl's hand immediately shot upwards signaling rejection of my protest.

" Nothing but - Tapian, Mit. You guys should talk. It cannot be allowed to dissolve - dissolve. This matter should be resolved by both of you immediately. My advice is try to learn to make peace with all of this. There will definitely be a way for both of you." said the girl did not want to be denied.

My best friend always thinks firmly and wisely before deciding something. That's what I love about girls. And the other thing I like about girls, she's never bothered anyone. She's not a bucket-mouthed chick.

I was lazily forced to follow Girl's advice and meet Fatan who was already sitting on the plastic chair that was on my boarding porch and Girl.

Upon seeing my arrival, Fatan immediately stood up. I chose a place that was a bit far away from the current position of Fatan.

" Why come here..? " you're cold.

" I want to talk to you about something. It's important." she replied quickly.

" When you want to talk, just talk..! " tukasku jutek while glancing back. I know that girl peeked at us from behind the door.

" Can we talk somewhere else. I need some privacy..."

" I'm going to the hospital. "say me fast. Honestly, I'm so lazy to serve that guy. It could be a mess of my days if I always met this guy. My mood was instantly gone, crumbling just by staring at that rancid face.

Fatan's face is handsome. The baby face and bule-an face that makes people think if he is still a high school boy who still smells fast.

" I beg you, Mitha. I'm just asking you for a minute." he hibanya with eyes full of pleadings.

I stared at Fatan for a moment, then turned to look the other way. My brain thinks hard. Do I have to accept his request.

I remembered the suggestion of the Girl who suggested that both myself and Fatan immediately talk to resolve our problems. The logic in my head currently concurs with the advice of the Girl. We really need to talk. I need to be firm on all these issues. Then, a moment later...

" All right, let's talk.! " i finally decided to accept Fatan's invitation to talk outside.

" But wait a minute. I want to be ready - ready first. But I promise you, we'll just talk for a little while because I really need to go to the hospital. "my answer finally.

Fatan nodded with a happy face. Fatan's eyes sparkled when he heard my words.

" Yes, Mit. I promise it won't be long. I'll take you to the hospital. We are, one goal. So just go together. "he replied with a joyful facial expression.

I kept quiet not to touch his words. Without speaking again I went straight into the room and changed clothes.

...-----...

" Say he wants to talk? Speak on..! Or if not, I can just leave now...! " i asked him to talk as soon as we arrived at the beach.

Fatan deliberately brought me to this place because for him, only this place is quiet and can be used for us to talk about privacy matters calmly without any interference.

Fatan was seen sighing for a while before starting to speak. He looked at me with a deep look.

" Next week we're getting married.... "

" What???? "