12 FORMER

WHOSE 10TH HOUSE?

Then, I slowly told him about what happened that day.

The day I first met the guardian knight who was also the father of my baby.

One night stand in Santorini, OIA.

Firda was shocked when I told her about the drunk guy who almost hit me with a beer bottle. Looks turned sour when I told you Leon was with another woman that night. Likewise when I said because of helping me—lelaki was seriously injured on his left arm—Firda grimaced as if to feel the pain. And .. The last one when Leon dragged me home forcibly until we returned home, because of my frustration with Leon I decided to end my relationship with him. Yup, I asked him to break up.

“Continue now, how do you want?” firda asked spontaneously when I had just finished talking.

“Of course look for it.”

“Where to look? It's ‘world wide as moringa leaves. Mending you_” said he did not finish talking.

“Now, Fir. I'm not gonna do that. I would rather be a single parent than do that damn thing,”, I said annoyed to hear him talk. A drop of tears dripped down my cheek, sad.

Firda wiped my tears with the tissue she took. “Already, already. I'm sorry, let's just say I never talked. I'll help you find. Okay!” he said he was trying to calm me down. “Don't be sad. I'll help you, if need be I'll travel the world to find him.” His eyes seemed to be burning with spirit.

I smiled amusedly hearing him talk just now then gave him a warm hug. “Thank you Fir. I don't know what to do if there's no you.”

“Do not cry. Not good for the little one,” he said advising ala mama.

“I'm moved.” Isakku sad.

Firda patted my back baby. “Already, already. It's night, sleep gih. I also want to go home.”

I quickly pulled his arm that was about to leave while whining spoiled, “Semani dong! I don't want to sleep alone.”

Firda let out a short sigh, looking at the clock on the wall. “Good. I borrow your pajamas.”

The happy smile rang from my lips— rushed up from sitting down to pick up her pajamas for her. Hufh .. a little feeling treated—ada who accompany me now—beer not too thoughtful with the problem I'm dealing with right now.

A bright morning, I started my day with .. uwek!

Morning sickness is a term commonly used for pregnant women. Nausea and vomiting of course.

Someone's footsteps followed me to the bathroom. “Nes, are you okay?”

I washed my mouth with toilet paper, looking at it slowly. “Not what. Just nausea.”

“So to your mom's house.”

This time I turned around, looking at him. “To be there huh? I'm even afraid that mama knows my condition.”

“Eat first just continue to drink orange juice so as not to nausea. Let me make you, you take a shower gih.”

I nodded back assentingly. Closing the bathroom door after Firda completely disappeared behind the barrier between the bathroom and the bedroom.

Two hours later my car entered the yard of a shady house full of colorful orchid flowers with a large mango tree growing beside the fence wall of the house. It felt like this leg was reluctant to go down, but Firda rubbed the back of my hand trying to calm and reassure me.

Firda asked me to always walk slowly and carefully. Like a new child circumcision, must walk slowly. Hehehe slightly made me smile amusedly at his attitude and treatment that ‘over protective’ worries excessively.

Kucomot warm fried tempeh that has just been served on the kitchen table. Staring at the yard of the house from a large transparent kitchen window. Papa who loves orchid flowers is so happy to like the same flower half the wall of the fence contains colorful orchid flowers of all species.

The noise of an electric saw from next door to the house peeked up to the ear. While looking at the flowers my gaze was fixed on one thing. “Ma, next to anyone wake up home?” ask my mom who is busy making my favorite doughnut dough.

“Yes, maybe. Mama also does not know,” replied mama without looking at me.

“Whose house, ma?” I looked at my mother's back who was standing behind me.

“Don't know dear ... Just try asking the exchange,” replied mama with a little sewot tone.

“Ah, mom. If Nesya who asked could be kidnapped with her exchange,” my lips grumbled pursed.

“Ya, ‘lah not darling.”

“Kan Nesya beautiful,” I said too pede, deliberately throwing a crisp joke just change the atmosphere. No doubt my mother laughed when she heard it.

Reversing body. “Narcissya mama's son,” he said pinching the tip of my nose fat.

We laughed happily together. In my little heart I miss moments like this, chatting with loved ones.

Dusk began to show its color on the western horizon, the noise had completely stopped when the sky was facing half the night. The atmosphere changed quietly, quietly, only the sound of crickets was heard singing gleefully with minor tones c mutually understated sahutan.

I opened the curtains of the room window, staring at the unfinished building that was half-covered by the wall of my house fence. Whose house is it? inner wondering.

I yawned wide, drowsiness just attacking. It's still too late to sleep, but I don't think I'm holding back. I left the window open, walked straight to the bed. My stomach is not really full actually, I don't know why my eyelids don't want to be compromised. I fell asleep—bergeming—despite the screams of mama telling me to eat sounding in the ears.

Time rolls fast as seconds the wall clock rotates tick-tock-tick-tick-tock. Half woke up when the black iris turned red staring at the ceiling of the room, then turned to stare towards the window. It looks dark out there.

Crewman! The sound of my stomach was ringing. I grunt softly. I think the little thing in my stomach was struggling to eat.

The palm of this hand rubs the baby part of the stomach that still looks flat and sexy, there are no signs of enlarged.

I looked at the wall clock, exactly at 22.13—it felt reluctant to get off the bed—maybe because of the residual effects of drowsiness. Down the stairs one by one, towards the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door was impatient. It's blank! There are no snacks or ready-to-eat fruit, just a few bottles filled with cold water and frozen food.

Huf! Forced, I had to go out at night to buy food. Where to buy food? O, yeah! At the end of the street there is a fried rice seller, think fast.

Soon I walked out of the house.

Eits! Waitaminute! I forgot I didn't wear a jacket and a mask. I turned my body back into the room, just a minute I came out of the house in an anti-journalist costume: a mask. Usually, if you go out to the mall or the streets the attributes are more complete: masks, jackets, hats and sunglasses.

*Hehehe, do you think I'm overreacting?

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