12 FORMER

PART 9 CLINIC? GO NO YES

Finished eating tastes dull. I looked at Firda for a moment—rethinking about the matter just now, I don't think it's time to talk. I have to check my condition myself.

“Fir, tomorrow I'm going to mama.”'s house

“Let me take it,” reply quickly.

I rolled my confused eyes, looking for an excuse so I could get out on my own without an escort from her. “E-eng, no need. I can drive myself.”

The corner of his eyes glanced at me sharply as I thought. “Where are you going?” he asked probing.

“Ke home mom. Kangen long time no see mama,” answered me naturally so as not to cause suspicion.

Firda took a short breath. “Okay, don't forget wednesday. Shooting place ... later I will tell you again, wait for info,” he said while cleaning my porridge box whose contents are gone ludes are not left. “You rest, let me take care.”

I nodded slowly, “I go to the room first.” Move from sitting to room and lying down. My body still feels weak even after eating. I closed my eyes hoping my nausea would quickly disappear until I finally fell asleep without knowing Firda's return.

By late afternoon I woke up with a normal body condition. Can't wait for tomorrow. After the shower I rushed to get out, the plan is I will find the gynecologist clinic—make sure the accuracy of my test pack results.

At 18:35, almost 2 hours I circled the city looking for a clinic that was still open. Luckily one of the obstetrician clinics is still open and quiet queue. I parked the car in front of the clinic yard, got out of the car running in a hurry (fear of being caught).

No, no patients. Only a receptionist stood up to greet me with a smile.

“Goodnight. Can I help you?” greet the lady in white uniform to me.

I leaned my head closer so that my voice was clearly heard from behind the mask I was wearing. “I want to check the content. Can now?” I asked to make sure.

“Can borrow his ID?”

I woke up, sat in for a moment, bring no ID card. Kurogoh the dark blue Bruno Magli bag I got from the endosement of last month's bag ad.

Take the wallet and open it. Thankfully, the ID card was there, I immediately handed it over and sat down waiting after the officer gave me a glass of water to drink.

My hands were shaking in cold sweat, waiting in turmoil. Circulating views to every corner of the room—sit alone without friends.

I'm trying to turn my attention to cell phones, see celebrity news this month. Leon's name is clearly written on one of the news “Group DEO-X Preparing to Hold Concert Amal—CNN Indonesia”.

I only found out about him today after almost a month and a half I cut ties with him. There's a little regret, but it's okay: I'm fine.

“Bu Nesya, please come in,” call the receptionist to open the door of the doctor room for me after a few minutes ago he entered first into carrying a check paper.

I stand from sit—walk hesitantly into the doctor's room. A young woman was sitting straight looking at me entering her room.

“Please sit.” His hands moved allowing me to sit on the chair across from his desk.

I put my ass in doubt—it feels like I want to go home but I pare it with a thought, I should know. I'm pregnant or not.

“When was your last period?” ask the doctor straight.

I thought for a moment, “Kira about a month ago,” said I thought to myself.

“Have you tested yourself?” the doctor continued asking.

“Already.”

“Result?”

“Positive, doc.”

“Please lie there.” Point it at the patient's check table not far from my seat.

“Astagfirullah!” my screams screamed in shock as the bumper of my car almost hit a cat that was pitching pretty in the middle of a deserted highway.

My heart beats fast spontaneously holding the belly rubbing dear. Yes, I'm really pregnant. The egg-shaped fetus is in my stomach right now. Once it looked tiny when the USG was, the doctor said my fetus was 45 days old.

What am I supposed to do now?

How can I find the father of my fetus. Just the name I don't know, my mind is stirring itself.

I am 100% sure that the father of my baby was the man who helped me that night. All because of Leon, if he hadn't dragged me forcibly: I would have been dating that guy by now.

I stepped on my gas pedal slowly, continuing on my way home. The first thing I had to do was call Firda— inform him of the matter and ask for his help to find out about the man. I couldn't have done it myself, could have been reporters storming my house looking for news.

I felt empty after a few minutes and I decided to send Whatapps a message.

Nesya: Fir, I'm pregnant

Inevitably a few hours later someone banged on my door hard. I can already guess who is in such a hurry to come to the house in the middle of the night.

“Nese. Open door!” screams Firda's voice heard from behind the door.

“Iya .. briefly.”

Sure enough, it looked like a sour face was clearly plastered when the door was wide open. Firda was really angry like that.

“Sini!” he pulled my wrist rough.

“Akh! Pain,” my cry whines in pain.

We sat together, both of his eyes looking at me probing.— occasionally glanced towards my stomach then let out a long, annoyed sigh.

“Whose son?” ask Firda ketus.

I nodded slowly in silence.

“Kok can. She can get pregnant with no father. Sillier. Definitely Leon, right ‘kan,” he said accusing Leon for no reason.

“Not,”I replied briefly.

“To whom? You have another girlfriend?” jolt guessed.

“Nggaklah.”

Firda nodded confusedly. “To whom? It's a big deal Nes. You want your career ruined, your image bad. Ready to be single parent?” firda said at length.

“Means I need your help.”

“Help, means?” his forehead was cluttered not understanding.

I clasped both backs of his hands and said, “Help me to find the father of my baby. He's a good man. All because of Leon, I didn't know who he was.”

“Leon, what's the connection?” firda asked increasingly confused by the words that were thrown from my mouth.

“The story is long, listen first."

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