Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

11| Donor Identity

I don't know how long Naura stood unblinkingly staring at the look of the man in front of her. As if Raka's face is more attractive than the double ice cream that is often eaten secretly every night.

Didn't you hear wrong?

Raka wants to be responsible for him.

But about what?

Is it possible about her pregnancy?

But ... she never told Raka about her pregnancy. Either Raka finds out from Sunny, Do-jin, or maybe from Neil? Holy hooch! He should have warned the three men not to talk to Raka about the bucket. And it seems like it's too late.

Naura took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Trying to calm down, do not want to be affected by Raka's words. Who knows what Raka said did not lead to her pregnancy.

"In charge?" Naura asked, her forehead wrinkled deeply, as if she did not understand Raka's words. Secretly Naura gulped to see Raka smiling sideways at her.

Raka sat on her side, staring at Naura who seemed to shrink a few centi in front of her. "You're like an open book, Naura."

The rebar on Naura's chest rose sharply hearing her name coming out from the side of Raka's lips. Each name is called by Raka, there are different feelings that can not be described. His heart was always beating fast. It hasn't changed since. It is different when you call him someone else. It looks ordinary.

"Although we haven't had a relationship in two years, I still memorize all your traits."

For the umpteenth time Naura gulped, this time unable to dodge anymore. But for the sake of prestige in front of this man, Naura smiled faintly, as if she did not know.

"Oh, huh? I don't really understand what you're saying. You seem to need a drink?" Naura gave a faint smile, again paying attention to Raka's messy appearance. Raka raised next to her eyebrows, again smiling sideways. Again Naura gulped. The provocation will be a satirical smile Raka. He mispronounced. Shouldn't be fishing Raka. He knows one of Raka's traits, most disliking being bullied. Then this man would counterattack three times intimidating his opponent.

"Then let me in, I'd like a drink straight to your kitchen."

See, Naura sighed. Regretfully having thrown sarcastic words at Raka. This guy made it real.

"Hn! I don't mean it." Naura broke her bangs into a mess.

"Not so how?" Raka started intimidating. His gaze was precisely pierced into Naura's clear brown iris.

"Yeah, thats. I'm just hurting you, you know." Naura puffed her cheeks, the corner of her eyes glancing at the hallway of the apartment, deserted like both of them were in another world.

"Just tease me?"

Naura shrugged her shoulders. Can no longer be evaded.

You idealistic guy, maki Naura is upset. Want it to feel like swearing hard right in front of the tangled face of Raka, so men do not hold too firmly to the principle that might be wrong. Just a small example, Raka insisted on asking them to break up because Naura could not give him offspring. Though there are many ways to get offspring in this sophisticated era. Like him for example, without marriage can still have children by way of insemination. So, what should they be afraid of. But that was then, now Naura no longer cared.

"Okay, forget about that. Now let me in first."

Naura looked up, looking back at Raka's round eyes.

"Tumben is polite," he said, usually Raka immediately sneaked in without asking for permission first.

"Why do I ask politely? Are you still not letting me in? What about that mature brown man? The man is free to enter your apartment." Raka's voice was rising.

Raka clenched her fists tightly. When measured by value, the number of patience he gave six. Try when he met in the elevator earlier, he just beat Richard all out to battered, until the young man could not walk for a month and could not disturb Naura anymore. It doesn't matter if you have to deal with the authorities for beating people up. He shouldn't trust Richard one hundred percent. Trusting Naura to Richard, keeping that sweet figure for her. The shit. Richard stabbed him in the back. It turned out that he also put his heart on Naura. What kind of friend is that.

Still fresh in his mind this morning. Richard comes to Hyun-sik's apartment, where for two weeks Raka hides watching Naura from a distance. With confidence in himself. Richard said not to trust Naura to take care of her. Because, from now on he himself is the one who takes care and is responsible to Naura, not in the name of Raka.

Raka warns Richard not to take what belongs to him. But it seemed Richard ignored his warning. Although Richard had not told him, Raka felt that Richard had already spoken to Naura, ready to take responsibility for this sweet figure. So he came to Naura today. I don't want to lose to Richard. Enough playing hide and seek. Constantly hiding like criminals at large from the police.

"You mean that guy Richard? How did you know Richard was in my apartment?" Naura. Surprised not playing. The sound of Naura's cry instantly disperse Raka's daydream of her piercer.

"Geez!" Naura shut her mouth. Now he knows the answer. As fast as a week in his apartment, he felt like he had a pair of sharp eyes watching him from behind his window. It was Raka.

“So you stalked me from another apartment?" accuse Naura.

"It's none of your business." Raka answered coldly.

"It's none of my business? But, I'm not comfortable with you, you know!" Naura growls. The tip of his eye was throbbing muffled the upset in the chest. His breathing began to drift.

"We'll talk about it next time. Don't try to divert our main subject" Raka pressed seriously.

Naura squeaks. That was indeed true, the reason was originally so that Raka forgot about the responsibility-whether it was anything-and then he could throw it out for that reason.

"Then, I'll see you next time. I don't want to talk about it right now." Without furthering his words, Naura immediately closed the door again. A second later Naura again growled.

"Keep your legs!" hardik Naura glared at Raka who made her foot the doorstop. Anticipate. Trying to stop.

"Yeah, I said keep your feet!" her screeches begin to get annoyed seeing Raka just flinch. It swallows

spit looked at Raka's face, intimidating her through her cold gaze.

"Filen." Naura raised both her hands for a moment. Surrender. Prefer to give up on the shitty guy in

this front.

"What do you want to be responsible to me, heh,”.

"Well, it should have been like this. No need to use nerve vein.” Raka smiled a big smile. While Naura rolled her eyeballs.

“But before speaking seriously, let me ..." Raka looked down, aligned her height with Naura, trying to reach her face - I don't know what Raka wants to do with this sweet figure. Naura gasped, she immediately took a step back, giving Raka a gap to break through her weak defense.

"...enter," continued Raka lightly when he was inside Naura's apartment. Immediately whizzed in, leaving Naura who was pecking for a moment in front of the door. Naura touched her lips, then growled in annoyance.

"Damn it!" Naura kicks the door before closing it, whatever upsets her, then follows Raka to her single long sofa.

Raka looked fixedly at Naura, having stood around her waist. At first glance, the tip of his eyes narrowed, staring at Naura's stomach behind her negligee clothes, then looked at Naura as a whole. So sexy and so seductive of faith. Make it for two weeks this mess. Especially after Naura's move to her new apartment, plus the figure of Jongin who is always sticky near Naura, increasingly makes her upset all day. Because it was also, to encourage him to be frank, before Jongin increasingly urged this sweet figure to marry him.

"I'm serious, will be responsible to you.” Raka leaned her right foot over her left foot. Young executive style when speaking in front of his business colleagues.

"What's responsible?!" Naura's voice instantly rose. "Do you want to take responsibility for your past rude behavior?"

Silence immediately after Naura spoke. There was only the roar of Naura's breath rising and falling, as if climbing the highest mountain with the obstacles that accompanied it. As well as the sound of the television that was left on, like the audience watching Naura and Raka in front of him.

Raka exhaled. Breaking the quiet that was choking through his hoarse voice.

"One of them is,” he said with a thundering chest, like an eternal flame that never goes out, feeling

his love in his heart was burning and tempestuous towards this sweet figure.

Naura turned around in disbelief. Does that mean Raka regrets her actions?

"One of them? That means, there's something else." Naura said flatly, as much as possible to suppress her wild thumping heart. If not entirely responsible for his past actions, then Raka ....

"Yes." Yeah." Raka nodded confirming, answering what Naura had said. "I want to take responsibility for you and our children."

"Our son?!!" Naura gasped in surprise. His hands were on his stomach. "Don't make you. What do you mean by our son?"

"The baby in your belly is my son, Naura Almira Atmajaya!"

"Hn! Your kid?" The corners of Naura's plum lips are pulled upwards. Smiling sarcasm. "You drunk?" his tan was flat, as if speaking on an iron pole firmly fixed on the ground, unaffected at all by the wind-friendly whispers blowing on him, trying to get him to sway.

Raka just shrugged, indifferent.

"Curtain! Child from Hongkong. Not pregnant." Naura said almost whispered at the end of her sentence. Tuck the bangs dangling beside his ears. He swallowed to cover his nervousness.

"Don't dodge anymore, Naura. You're pregnant!" firmly Raka, making Naura almost forget where her feet rested at this time. "And you're pregnant with my son!" emphatically.

Naura stunned. For a few seconds holding your breath. His brain froze, as if at the north pole, unable to digest anything else, other than Raka's swirling speech in his head. Forcing him to go deep and stick it so strong in his memory, like an artist who ceaselessly sculpts his prestigious works to give birth to such beautiful carvings.

With her son, she said. Hmh! Don't dream. Naura clenched her hands.

"Don't just talk, you. Containing your child?! When do we have sex? Didn't we break up two years ago."

"Indeed not directly intimate, but ..." Raka briefly interrupted her speech, changing her sitting position. While his gaze did not stop staring at the clear iris of the future mother-to-be of his children. "...I'm the one who donated****** to you."

　

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

　

Naura walked quickly down the sidewalk. As if he did not care about the cloud that overshadowed him, trying to muffle his hot head, like a mountain that was ready to spew lava at any time. Naura tightened her coat, fixed the hairy hood on her head, sparing the snowflakes on top of her head, as if wanting to pierce and add weight to her head at this moment. His steps are increasingly fast towards Jeju National University Hospital as Raka's speech continues to swirl in his head.

“I'm the one who donated ******* to you ..”

Naura's breath was increasingly hunting, each remembering the words of the donor***** for her. After Raka said the sentence, without any more babibu, Naura kicked Raka out of her apartment and rushed to meet the one person responsible for her pregnancy.

Doctor Neil Sutanegara. Could it be that this beloved neighbor was plotting with that man of his past?

　

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

　

Neil sat his ass in his soft chair. This narrow-eyed man exhaled a sigh of relief after successfully performing surgery on his patient. About two hours more were trapped in the operating room with one doctor colleague, the head of the doctor's team, and five doctor assistants. They are trying to save the lives of patients.

Now, he also needs to breathe fresh air and relax his mind. Neil started playing the music player on his computer. The soothing ballad of the voice of the Korean female singer from her computer speakers, filled all corners of her room, making her feel peaceful and serene. While enjoying the melodious voice of the female singer, Neil sipped a cup of hot coffee. Just now the pitch-black liquid had stopped in his mouth. Suddenly the door of his study was smashed hard, like a bull run amok because he saw the female taken by another male.

"SISTER NEIIIL."

Brushes

The success of the black liquid in his mouth gushed out, raining down on his doctor's suit. Neil groaned to see the black stain on his white coat tacked neatly forming a large circle there.

"Gosh, Naura!" Neil grumbled in annoyance, put a coffee cup on the table, hurriedly saved his doctor's suit so as not to get worse with his coffee black liquid. But it seems, it's too late.

"Damn." Neil groaned again considering not keeping a spare suit in his closet, forced to open his doctor's suit. Showing a checkered shirt covering his athletic body.

"Why you, Naura? Your eyes still clearly distinguish which actor and not, ‘kan?" satir sharp Neil while attaching his suit to the back of the chair, then side-by-side watching his sweet neighbor heading towards him. Neil's eyebrows swooped sharply at Naura. His breath was flat, his face reddened, his eyes glaring sharply, as if he was a tender prey ready to eat.

"More worse than the current actor, Brother. (︶︿︶)”

"Better?" The frown lines on Neil's forehead are getting pinched.

"Son, why didn't you tell me before?!"

"Say what?"

"That donates****** to me it is RAKA!"