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~Three months later
Location : Bali...
In a villa in Canggu area, right next to the beach villa, a girl was sleeping peacefully. Though the blazing eyes of the day had pierced through the glass window of the girl's house.
Because the location of the girl's room is right on the east facing clearly towards the beautiful BATU BOLONG beach, making the Surya directly through the glass wall covered in the curtain.
Cringg... Cring.... Cringg... The girl's phone rang. Tree's hand felt down the pillow, with the girl's heavy eyes pressing the green phone call button.
“Hemmm," replied the girl sticking the phone in her ear, the girl's eyes closed again.
“Tree. You haven't woken up, honey?" ask a woman in a soft tone.
“Mom, turn it into Video Call, I want to see our daughter," Deddy Taksa's voice sounded funny over there.
Inevitably the girl opened her eyes wide, with Tree's void face switching the phone call to Video Call.
“Halo daughter Deddy,” greet Deddy Taksa.
“Halo Deddy,” Tree replied, actually the girl was still a little awkward calling her two adoptive parents.
“It's already 8am time there baby, you're not awake yet, go breakfast first. Has your housekeeper not prepared your breakfast yet?” mommy Qiana asked so attentively.
“No Mom, Mbok putu Hepi has prepared my breakfast,” Tree said telling about the dexterity of her domestic assistant.
“What are you going to do today baby?" ask Deddy Taksa.
“Today I just went to college. Actually I want to find busyness, ded, mom,” Tree said.
“What is it dear?” ask the two old men Tree.
“I want to open a flower shop business,” Tree said hesitantly.
“As long as it is helped by the Hepi, you can do anything dear, and think for business school so that after you graduate can lead our branch company,” bargained Mommy Qiana.
“Mom, my brain is not happy if the business of office workers," said Tree, the girl did not want to take advantage of the situation adopted by the couple Taksa and Qiana.
He even lives on the island of the Gods full of freedom. Where there are no neighbors who take care of other neighbor's affairs. Even bunting people do not have a husband in this place has never been judged by citizens.
“Good son, take care of your health, Mommy thought you'd stay taking college in England. Turns out you even turned the bow to stay on the island of Bali.” said Mommy Qiana.
A bit of a story, when Tree went to England with Deddy and Mommy, the girl had a hard time adapting to exactly that. In that place Deddy Taksa and Mommy Qiana plant a feeling of family affection with Tree.
Because from a small age Tree the art lover has a dream of wanting to live on the island of the Gods which has a very thick beauty of art, which is very thick, the girl requested a residence permit in Bali and was immediately approved by her parents.
“Tree dear," call Deddy Taksa.
“He Deddy?" answer Tree.
“If you want to open a flower shop, Deddy has a friend who has a supplier of flower types from various countries and in the bedugul area there is a village that cultivates various types of flowers. You'll get the flowers from there,” said Deddy Taksa.
“Thanks Deddy, for the help. Tree will calculate the same budget because Tree wants to build a business from my savings as a child, such as learning to reach for something with her own hands, Ded," Tree said carefully.
“They?” tree said straight out of bed.
“Jeez why is the fat in my stomach growing? Where like a ball again,” Tree said to herself. The girl pulled her t-shirt up to have her stomach exposed.
The girl looked at herself in front of the cupboard mirror next to the bathroom door, really at this time the girl's stomach was big like a mount Tangkuban wok.
Bled.... Bouncy... Tree felt her stomach move.
“What is this?” tanya Tree when feeling the vibrations in her stomach.
Bled.... Again the second movement is more and more felt more clear.
Tree stroked her stomach, her legs getting closer to the mirror until the distance between her and the mirror was only three centimeters.
During this time Tree used a clothes of sedodorant so that the girl's skinny shape was not visible covered by clothes.
Since her grandfather died the girl became an introverted girl.
Bled.... Again the stomach moved, Tree touching her hard belly like a balloon.
Chequek... The door to the girl's room was suddenly opened by someone,
“Surprise..!” shouted the two most dear Tree after her exit, who else if not the Samarta and Flexi.
Tree immediately lowered her shirt and spread out her hands to welcome the warm embrace of her best friend.
Samarta hugs Tree's body, so Flexi hugs Tree's body from behind, currently the girl is in flanks by a tight hug to her two best friends.
“Tree, how do I feel? that you're getting fatter," said Samarta groping the body in front of her best friend.
Bled.... Again Tree's stomach moved when the girl's hand held the belly of her best friend.
Tree and Samarta's eyes looked at each other, without hesitation the girl raised a little Tree's big t-shirt.
“Tree, are you sick? ask Samarta carefully.
“Entah Ta, it's been two months I feel the vibrations in my stomach, and just how many minutes ago this stomach moved like there was a dragon in it," Tree said.
“Tree when did you come month?” ask Flexi to flip Tree's body.
“Then I was sentenced to a barren sentence, I no longer feel menstruation, Fle, I have started to get frustrated,” confided Tree.
“Who knows you, ha,” her words were cut directly by Tree, “There is no way I am pregnant, because I have checked my fertility in another hospital because I have not accepted the fact that I am barren, she said, Fle and the result are the same. Is my stomach growing into a malignant tumor?” tree said with a worried tone, to make the girl shocked when she felt the vibrations getting clearer in her stomach.
Gebukk..
“Tree...!!” screams at his two best friends.
“Quick call Mommy Qiana, we take Tree to the hospital,” Flexi said.
Ayoo... Eneng Tree kenape ye🙈
^^^~To be continued.^^^
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