Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

10| Responsible

Naura has been occupying her own apartment this week. The apartment is not as luxurious and not as big as Sunny's, with one bedroom, one living room that doubles up as a family room, one bathroom and a small kitchen. While the contents of the apartment are almost non-existent, there is only a single long sofa in the living room as well as a television.

The location of his apartment is not far from where Sunny's apartment is located, as well as a complex with Neil's apartment, also adjacent to Jeju National University hospital. If anything happens to Naura and the contents of this can go directly to the hospital without spending a lot of time on the trip.

Today, Naura sits back and enjoys the weekend alone. All day watching drakor. After finishing watching drakor, Naura switched to opening the television. While watching a reality show, he ate his favorite ice cream. Sometimes he chuckles at himself laughing at the guest star who is bullied by the regulars of the show.

"Ha ha ha--- Um?" Naura stopped her laughter, then turned down the volume of the television when she heard the bell ringing. Soon Naura opened the door after throwing the rest of the ice cream into the litter box near the door.

"Richard?!" Naura almost suffocated in shock, like suddenly seeing the appearance of the actor the ex-lover. It was too surprising to see who the guest was. Richard Park, of Korean descent, the division head at his place of work. When compared to other Koreans, most of whom have pale white skin. Richard's skin is similar to the skin of people from Southeast Asia. Sawo ripe.

In addition, Richard was also fluent in Indonesian, considering he had lived in Indonesia for three years. The first time he met Naura, this young man greeted him first by using Indonesian.

Until now, they still communicate using Indonesian, not Korean, despite the fact that they live in this Gingseng country.

"H-hai," said Richard slightly stiffly, after being able to ease his surprise at the reaction of the sweet figure in front of him. Now, as if to be a wax statue of Angelina Jollie in Madame Tussaud this sweet figure fluttered at her.

"Eum, h-hai as well," Naura replies no less to her feet, not expecting Richard to pay a visit to her apartment. He thought Richard wouldn't come here anymore because he was bored. Remembering almost every day, since moving here Richard always comes, all of you take him home. Though Naura often rejected him, but still Richard forced. Eventually, Richard let her drive her home from work.

Also Naura thought, Richard has given up, because it is often ignored, in the sense of ignoring his attention more than just superiors and subordinates against him. Naura knew that even though Richard did not speak to her directly, judging from her body language and attitude, hinted that Richard liked her. That's what Naura is avoiding right now. He does not want to have a special relationship with any man.

Let alone Richard, Raka-notabene had been in a relationship with him-even had been promised not to bother him again. And it seems like it worked, already this biweekly Raka did not bother him anymore. Never again appeared before him.

"I brought your favorite Jajangmyeon, and it's still hot." Richard lifted the tote bag in his hand. "I also brought ice cream," he continued.

Hearing Jajangmyeon's words, Naura's mind immediately drifted to the scene a week ago, while still in Sunny's apartment. Someone without an identity sent him Jajangmyeon while he was cravings. Until this moment, it still leaves a mystery who the sender is, as well as his stuffed frog.

Naura stroked her distended stomach. The pleasant smell that emanated from the tote bag immediately contaminated his nose, making his stomach sound hard. He was grinning widely withstanding shame. Richard laughed at the sound of his stomach.

"For you." Richard thrust his tote bag into Naura's hands - a little pushy.

"Thank you" Naura replied shyly, but still took it. "So bother you," he continued unkindly. Every time here Richard always brings souvenirs.

"Other times if you want to come here, don't bring anything, it's also okay." Naura said carefully, afraid that Richard would be offended.

"It's okay. I liked it anyway." Richard smiled broadly as he stroked his neck.

"But, still." Naura exhaled a heavy breath. This sweet figure is most disliked when burdening someone.

"Eung, please come in" he continued, opening the door wide. Didn't want to let Richard get any more wrong about his arrival.

Richard nodded, opened his shoes, then sauntered freely towards the single sofa, then placed his luggage onto the table. Without waiting for the owner of the stale apartment first, Richard immediately sat back down - probably because he was used to coming here.

"Again watching, yes.” Richard's gaze turned to the flaming television in front of him.

"Yes." Yeah." Naura answered from the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator while tapping on the chin, noticing that there was anything in the refrigerator.

"Um, I seem to be bothering."

"No, no," Naura denied quickly while closing her refrigerator door hard. “He he he, sorry,” he was wide astounded.

Jesus, pity the fridge door, so slipping. “Tak nothing, really. He he he.” Richard was also wide-eyed as he rubbed his chest.

Be honest. Actually Naura was not comfortable just alone with Richard, as if there were a pair of sharp eyes from far away watching him, preparing to pounce on his back if anything with Richard. Moreover, he was indeed trying to keep a distance with this young man.

"Because this weekend. My job is to watch television and relax," continued Naura raised her shoulders.

"What do you want to drink?" he said with a straight look at Richard's back - behind him behind his long sofa.

"Not bother."

"Ih, no. You've bothered to bring her Jajangmyeon, when I didn't do anything for you." Instantly Naura came to mind with her Jajangmyeon sender back then, to whom she would thank.

"Yes already." Richard shrugged his shoulders. "I'm asking for a black cup of coffee. Can you?"

"Hum, it's okay."

　

　

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

　

　

Richard looked seriously at Naura, after this sweet figure threw the rest of their Jajangmyeon cup parcels into the litter box near the kitchen door. Then sit back near him. This sweet figure chose to sit on the thick carpet, letting Richard master a single long sofa by himself. When sitting with Richard on the sofa, Naura becomes uncomfortable.

"Mmm, if you may know .. How many months is your gestational age?" richard asked, looking in amazement at Naura's long black hair that glittered in the sunlight from behind the window curtain.

"Next week is exactly three months."

"Three months yes ..." Richard muttered while stroking his chin. "Naura, aren't you thinking of getting married?" continued.

Silent moment. Only the sound of the television lighting filled the apartment room. Naura squeezed the end of her negligee. How many times have you heard such a question. He most dislikes being pushed. More about getting married. He is comfortable with his solitude. Currently only want to focus on the baby they contain. No need to think about anything else.

"I ..” Naura gulped her saliva which felt dry in the throat. “I'm not ready to get married."

Richard scolded. "Naura, think of your baby."

"Yes, I've been thinking about it a lot, long before I got pregnant ..." Naura took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. He looked down, staring at his belly

"For now I am still alone."

"Naura-"

"I'm sure my baby understands too," Naura cut quickly as Richard was about to try to protest his decision.

Again Richard sighed, looking at the concerned figure beside him. "When do you feel at home with this solitude of yours?"

"I can't be sure. Sorry."

"Can't be sure when? Until your womb grows? Until the baby is born?" Richard asked in succession, seemingly dissatisfied with Naura's reply.

Naura shook her head, and preferred silence. Richard exhaled a heavy breath.

"Norra."

Holy hooch! Naura shook her head, suddenly Richard clasped his hand tightly. Instantly panic him, though,

not ready for this aggressive attitude of Richard. "Richard, w-what are you doing?"

"A-I'll listen to you, but .. Please let go of my hand. You ... make me uncomfortable," I'm honest Naura.

"Ah, sorry, I'm sorry." Richard hurriedly let go of his hand. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, sorry."

"Huf! I understand," replied Naura. She moved her body a little far away. Seeing Naura keeping her distance from him, Richard's handsome countenance looked slightly disappointed.

"So, you want to tell me something, right?" naura asked, as much as possible her tone sounded relaxed, trying to reduce the tension between the two of them.

"Yes." Yeah." Richard answered seriously. "Naura, if you want, I'm ..."

Naura held her breath for a few seconds as she waited for the continuation of Richard's lips. One thing scares him, if this young man says---

"I'm ready to take responsibility for you and your content, Naura.”

Degggh

Naura's heart is beating abnormally. This is what he fears the most. If this young man intends to be responsible for her. Honestly, he was happy to hear it. But, overall, mentally not ready to have a serious relationship, especially to build a household. Taking care of the baby alone he is able, but when taking care of other household problems.

"I'm sorry Richard, I'm .. i--"

"I love you, Naura!" cut Richard off with his firm voice.

Naura fell silent. There was no reaction in his heart when he heard Richard's heartwarming statement.

"In addition, I have money and a steady job. I'm sure you and your baby won't be abandoned."

Naura was silent. Richard's words were still unable to make him flinch.

"Isn't that enough to prove that I'm serious about you, Naura?"

Naura. For him it was not enough. Only capitalized on love and treasure, still not able to convince his heart completely. Due to the bitter memories in his painful past, it made him unable to accept a single person in his heart to date. He needs more than love or treasure. For example, trust and commitment not to leave it later in life.

"Richard, I appreciate your decision. But ... for now I ..."

Naura bit her lips. A little confused how to convey this feeling. He was afraid that Richard would not accept his rejection, and ended up hurt, and the psychic acted behind it.

"I'm sorry, once again I'm sorry. I can't accept your feelings and your good intentions for now," said Naura, not daring to look directly at Richard's two black eyeballs.

"Naura, please think about your baby. He needs a father at birth" Richard said expectantly.

"If it's about love, back business. After all, who knows as time goes by, you can accept me" Richard continued.

Naura again squeezed the end of her negligee. He's been thinking about it. No need to repeat this belief. His heart is round. The baby doesn't need a father. After all, according to him, love is important. In living the household there must be a strong foundation of love and affection, otherwise everything will end in failure.

"Norra."

"sorry. Again forgive me, Richard ...," please, don't keep pushing me like this. Naura moved uneasily in her seat, as if sitting on the coals of fire.

Richard exhaled. No longer talking. For a long time they were both silent with their own thoughts. It seemed like time was going so slowly.

"Good God, I forgot something." Richard exclaimed in shock, breaking the silence between the two of them. The young man immediately stood up.

"Forgot?" Naura looked up, looking at Richard who was standing looming nearby.

"I forgot to prepare the file for tomorrow."

"The file?" Naura knitted her two eyebrows.

At once, on Friday, Richard said nothing about preparing files in the office, but he was directly subordinate to Richard. Naura felt bad.

"Why didn't tell me before, I can prepare it for you," he continued blowing his dangling bangs rough.

"No. It's impromptu, Naura. Just this morning, Secretary Jenny called."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. He said, immediately prepare the documents for the shareholders board meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Oh.” Naura nodded. “But, if you need my help, I'm ready, kok,” he continued seriously.

“Yes. If you really need your help, I'll call you later.”

“Oke.”

　

　

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

　

　

Naura walked hurriedly towards the door. For a moment frowned. Just about to turn off the television and take a nap, after a minute ago Richard came home. Now his apartment bell rings again, roaring like a father-in-law who disagrees with the son marrying a woman who is not his choice.

Richard-is that impatient behind his door?

Is there anything left in his apartment, until Richard returns?

Naura must be. Because, Richard said after his apartment, there was a file that he immediately prepared in the office. Maybe Richard needs his help.

"Why go back, Rich--"

Naura swallowed her speech round and round, her eyes widened wide as the one standing in front of her was not her superior, but Raka.

Why is Raka here again? Has he not warned, never again shall he show his nose before him.

Naura secretly watched Raka so closely. His expression was so cold, not as warm as they usually met. Raka's appearance looks so tangled, her hair begins to lengthen, and looks fine hairs thrive on the surface of the cheeks. How many days hasn't Raka shaved her shell? In addition, the bottom of his eyes looked pouchy. Very unmanageable.

What did he do for the past two weeks? Aim for inspiration. Geez .... Naura's forehead frowned deeply.

Exhaling a short breath imperceptibly. Looks like he'll start talking, "unt---”

"I want to be responsible to you.”