CHILD PREGNANT WITH CASSANOVA
WATERWORM
"Who are you calling? Your lover?" ask the woman who is currently having breakfast with Leon.
Leon raised the corner of his lips to form a small smile. "My wife."
The woman almost choked on hearing the man's answer before her. Luckily Leon hurriedly gave the woman a drink.
After gulping down a bit of his drink, the woman again scouted Leon with a line of questions.
"What's? Your wife? When did you get married?"
Leon seemed to casually respond to the woman's question before him.
"When I get married it doesn't matter. Most importantly, I am now the husband and father-to-be of my son" Leon's reply again struck the woman in shock.
"Prospective child? So your wife is pregnant? Oh my God... Why did you leave her pregnant?"
"That's not my wish. If it wasn't for work, I wouldn't have left it that long" Leon said.
"Can't your personal assistant handle it yourself?"
"If I could, I wouldn't be here."
"True, too" the woman replied.
"I'm so grateful to you for bifurcating your apartment for me and Drew. I could rent your apartment. But if you force me to be free, it's ok, it's not good to refuse the windfall" Leon told the woman in front of him.
"Haha.. Just relax. But what did you say? I'm forcing you? Aren't you the one who's always forcing me to ask for a free room?"
"Shttt.. Don't talk about it..!"
"Haha..."
They continued their breakfast until it was over. So this woman who was with Leon was a friend of Leon who happened to be the owner of the Apartment that Leon currently lives while there for his work.
***
At her parents' house, Lily couldn't calm down. He was still thinking about the voice of the woman he heard this morning on the phone. Dozens of messages sent Lily with the same question, but Leon has not returned the message since this morning.
Adhan Dzuhur also reverberated, Lily said the word hamdalah and went to the bathroom to take ablution water. At least with prayer he can be a little calmer. He prayed to the Creator that things would not happen to him or to Leon. And especially, in his new household for the whole corn.
After praying, Lily apologized to her mother for not being able to help her cook for lunch. Because he is still often nauseous even vomit if the aroma of cooking is so sharp piercing the nose.
"It's okay, let's just mom. You just wait in front," replied Ms. Nesti as she sliced red onions, garlic, and chili peppers that would be the basic complement and seasoning of a dish.
"One more time, Lily asked, yes, Mom," Lily said.
"Yes, kid. Wait up ahead."
"Yes, Mom."
It feels reluctant to go home to his parents and make his mother have to cook a lot, while he can not help and can only be silent. It feels so troublesome.
Because if only quietly waiting in the middle room, Lily felt saturated. It has not been a long time since he walked down his hometown. I don't know why Lily wants to do activities that she has never done for a long time. It is just a road around the village.
Incidentally the weather this afternoon is not too hot, a little cloudy but still far from rain. Lily started walking out of the courtyard of the house towards the neighbors. It looks so quiet, maybe they're taking a nap. In the afternoon, then the mothers of ghibah lovers exchange stories and gather on one of the terraces of someone's house.
Just a few steps away, Lily's eyes were fixed on the water guava tree that was bearing fruit. The tree belonged to a neighbor who had a small shop near his house. The pink pink color of the water is really tempting.
"You want a guava, Ly?" shouted the owner of the stall from inside the stall who had noticed him unconsciously.
Lily looked up smiling.
"Nobody said anything, Mom," Lily said.
"Your father works? Your husband?"
"My husband has work outside the city, so I'm staying at my mom's house for the next few days."
The mother of the owner of the stall and the owner of the water guava tree nodded her head several times.
"Oh.. Yeah, well, then I'll help you get it, yeah."
"But, Mum. Is it okay?" ask Lily.
"It's okay. Would you like. Wait a minute, yeah. I'll take the crackle bag first."
"Yes, Mom."
While waiting for the mother to take the bag of crackles, Lily turned her face up to see how thick the water guava was. Not long after, the mother returned.
"Mom sure you want to pick up some guava for me?" lily asked doubtfully.
"Yes, wait, yeah."
The mother quickly climbed up the bamboo tree. Despite having a body that is classified as fat, but the mother was agile to climb a guava tree to a height of three meters.
"Be careful, ma'am." cried Lily a little worried that the mother would fall or the twig would break.
Not until two minutes, the medium-sized clear white crackle bag is now fully filled. The mother came down very carefully. Luckily the guava tree was not too filled by ants.
"Here's the crab, Ly," the mother handed Lily the bag of crackles.
Lily accepted it with a feeling of disdain. She was the best neighbor she had ever known. Although both came from the city of Sukabumi, the mother was not very fluent in Sundanese unlike bi Ratih.
"Thank you very much, Mom. Aduuhh, I'm not very good, nih. I asked, ngerepotin mom again," said Lily.
"It's okay. If later less I can get the net again. Just tell me" said the mother.
"Book, Mom. Thats enough. It's a lot of. Thank you very much, Mom. Thank you" Lily said, not stopping to thank you.
"Yes, you're welcome."
"Then I go home first, yes, Mom. Once again thank you very much, very good mother."
"Yeah.. If less do not hesitate to come here again, yes.."
"Yes, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."
"Mosurfun..."
Lily went from there with a bag of guava crackles in her hand. Along the way home he ate some of the water guava. It doesn't taste too sour, not sweet either. It feels quite refreshing.
"Thank you good man" Lily said, hugging the bag of pink crackle on her chest.
Seriate...
...There are good people still, friends. For example, the shop owner's mother who was willing to climb a guava tree for Lily. ...
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