Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

12| Superior Seed

Neil blinked repeatedly at the words of his sweet neighbor just now. It was as if he was listening to a question from a hit man who no longer had a re-question. Why is it so somersaulting? Neil scratched his un-itchy head.

Gosh, what kindness I did in the past until you gave me these two very happy friends. Neil rubbed his chest many times staring in wonder at the sweet figure in front of him while remembering the face of the other friend who was also no less irritating.

Neil sighed at a glance, then stared fixedly at the clear iris in front of him, glaring like he was a suspect who should be tried as soon as possible.

“Naura, while on the way here your head is not stunted power pole, ‘kan? Do I need to check now?” neil looked fixedly at Naura's forehead behind her dangling bangs. “Who knows your memory half is still attached to the power pole,” Neil continued holding an amused laugh.

Naura pursed her plum lips. “Ih Sister. I still remember everything.”

“Well, that's it.” Neil flicked his finger, as if getting a very brilliant idea.

“Apaan?”

“Kan already Brother warned before.”

“Warn what?”

“That time my sister told me to you, want to know who is the donor.”

“Hm?”

“And you even remain insistent not wanting to know the name of the donor.”

Naura was wide-eyed and scratching her head. “He he he.”

“Hn! You are, Naura.” Neil bobbed his head. His sight immediately glared upwards. Maybe the two are meant to be together.

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

[Jakarta, three months ago ..].

The rays of the sun had long risen above the head, as if challenging the living beings below to clash with power. A beam of light, quietly penetrated into a room filled with piles of files and drugs. Slowly but surely, the light began to shade the young man who was sitting dumbstruck in his chair. Giving real warmth is like a warm embrace of the lover.

Neil had a chin. Seconds by second passed him just by remaining silent. Look blankly at the computer screen in front of him. It was as if nothing could attract his attention other than the desktop background of his computer, flickering in front of him, displaying a picture of the wife with their little angel - ten months old. Both of them smiled happily. Just two days ago he immortalized it, and it immediately inhabited his computer.

Neil gave a short sigh. Laying your back on the back of the chair, then twirling it while thinking hard. His mind has been branching out for a week. Between his little family and the problems charged by his sweet neighbor.

Who can I trust about this ...This young doctor exhaled heavily many times while shuffling his hair. Then tapped on his desk while looking away. Trying to think hard.

"Find me a strong and tough sperm. If it can be from superior seeds ..."

Neil stroked the well-groomed surface of his chin.

"Hm, strong and tough sperm, yes, also superior seeds," he muttered again Naura's speech.

"Geez, where should I look for the donor, who fits Naura's criteria, which certainly won't cause any problems for Naura in the future. Arrgh!"

Neil ruffled his hair back into a mess like a madman in the middle of the market. He began to get frustrated, thinking of a suitable donor for Naura. Neil began to pass on one by one his close friends, as well as anyone who was close to Naura, who had been in contact with the sweet figure. A second later the corner of his lips was pulled upwards. A smile rose on his lips.

After struggling with time and thought. Finally Neil found a donor who matched Naura's criteria.

"Only he can straighten out this complicated problem" Neil broke up, without letting time go, immediately grabbed his smartphone, re-uniting the scattered strings of friendship.

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

The eyelids were still faithfully closed tightly, covering the eagle eyes behind it. The ringing of a roaring smartphone broke the silence in the presidential suite room in one of the star hotels in Jakarta, not making the man behind the thick blanket budge. He got up and left the warmth of his thick blanket only to answer the roar.

The man guessed, the most from the woman who was loved and respected more than anything, the woman who deserved the most special place in her heart, the most meritorious woman who gave birth to her into the world, her mother, her mother, Catherine Gayatri, who asked where she was.

Come onl. The man, whose full name is Raka Earnest Forrester, is still very tired after making a long trip from Seattle to Jakarta. Crossing continents between continents, from island to island. Penetrating thousands of miles, hovering above the clouds, spending approximately 13 hours. Pretty, makes his ass hot and might be able to produce enough temperature to incubate a few chicken eggs.

After arriving in the chaotic capital of Indonesia, he did not immediately go home to his parents, so he slept in a hotel owned by his family.

Raka knows, Cathie (her mother's nickname) misses her, but, for more than two years they have not met in person in Jakarta (only Cathie who flew directly to his residence) after he decided to settle in Seattle, looking for inner calm. Healing his fractured heart, reuniting the scattered fragments of his wounds in all corners of Seattle. However, he still could not find the missing puzzle there. The key to the puzzle of his heart is here in Jakarta.

It is wrong to decide unilaterally the ex-lover. Leaving her sweet figure sobbing alone on a cold night, provides a deep inner wound by infusing extremely painful words.

Raka knew he was wrong, but, this was not entirely his fault ....

Perhaps it was also because he was reluctant to set foot into the home of his parents, lazy to meet the man who gave this English mixed blood to him. Continuing to urge him, giving offspring for the survival of the Forrester family in this mortal world.

Raka took a deep breath. Narrowing his pulsating temple. It seemed, the roar from the rectangular inanimate object would not stop blabbering until he picked it up. By holding back the yaw, Raka lazily fingered her bedside, looking for the whereabouts of the most important thing to her after her mother. Without seeing who was calling, Raka immediately shifted the green button.

"Yes, Mom," he said, opening his mouth wide, letting out a distinctive sleepy smell, unable to hold on to him any longer.

"Hi, Bro."

Raka Kenyit. His eyes were wide open hearing another voice greeting him, not his mother's voice. Inching up, leaning on his back the bed rest.

"Neil?"

"Yes, it's me,"

Raka could imagine her childhood best friend smiling broadly with her half-closed narrow eyes across the phone.

"How are you, Bro?"

"Good."

"Where have you been all this time?"

"You don't know where I've been all this time?" Raka asked back. The man with the undercut and dyed jet-black hairstyle could imagine Neil shrugging his shoulders in front of him.

"No" said Neil short.

"Times?" raka said she couldn't believe it.

"hey are. Ever since you broke up, you've been swallowed up by the earth, disappearing without sniffing at all."

Raka scratched the back of her head that was itchy, not because this man was cut, but shifted his guilt. He did so because Neil was also part of his former lover. He no longer wants to be in touch with anything related to his ex-girlfriend. Including his best friend, Neil, who is a direct neighbor with his ex.

"How are you?" ask Raka ambiguously.

Neil chuckled at a glance. "Are you asking me or her?"

"Forget it," replied Raka flatly.

"Ck! It turns out you're the same as my sweet neighbor."

"Which one?"

"Damn."

"Ha ha ha."

"So, what do you want to bother me so early in the morning?" raka asked, after letting Neil for five minutes satisfied laughing at him.

"This early in the morning, bro? You healthy?"

Raka growled a little stifled hearing Neil's words. Then the corner of his eyes glanced out the window. The sun has risen above the head. He then sighed. Can't dodge anymore.

"Keep what you want?"

"I have a request of you."

"I am a genie."

"It can be considered so." Neil chuckled across the phone.

Raka turned the eyeball. "Enough fooling around. Seriously, I don't have time to joke right now. Know it? Last night I just got to Jakarta flying from Seattle."

"Oh, huh? So, for three years you've been running from reality to the American continent."

"Angyr. Your mouth is sharp too, Neil." Raka could no longer bear to not swear rudely at her best friend. There was laughter across the phone.

"Forget about it. I'm serious about that."

"Your request?"

"Of course."

Raka exhaled. Neil doesn't usually ask her. Does Neil have a serious problem right now? Is his financial condition deteriorating?

"You need money, Neil?" charades Raka.

"No. My wealth is still able to support my family up to seven generations."

"Damn it! I pull my words.”

“Ha ha ha.”

“I'm serious, stupid,” umpat Raka is upset, if Neil is in front of him, already he twisted the head of this annoying doctor. “Then, what do you need from me?"

Silent for a while, until Neil took a deep breath and said, “I need your sperm."

"Triple shit for you, Neil Sutanegara!!" maki Raka is hard like a roker singer who pulls a high note. Almost Raka throws a super king-sized bed into the window of this thirty floor, if only it could turn into the Hulk.

"You're sane?" raka toilet. It was heard across from Neil who also scolded him back because his voice suddenly shrieked high in his ears.

"Hey, bro, don't be too loud either time" Neil grumbled. "You almost made me lose my sense of hearing."

"Blame your own words" Raka coldly replied making Neil gulp.

"Don't be so angry, bro. I'm serious."

"I'm serious too. Why are you asking me for sperm? Can't you just take it from the sperm bank? It's crazy!"

"Well, that's the problem."

"His problem?"

"Yes. Because, sperm in the sperm bank does not meet the criteria proposed by the patient."

"Continue, what's the connection to me?"

"Because you meet all the criteria, your sperm is tough, strong and weighty."

"You're crazy, Neil,"

"Maybe, soon I'll be crazy for real, if you don't take it."

"Shoppers, you, Neil."

Raka glared sharply. Imagine Neil was in front of him right now, then he blender this young doctor right now and made his favorite Koi fish food in Seattle. It's crazy to make unreasonable requests.

"How, Bro? Wanna?"

"No."

"Don't do it, Bro. Don't say no first."

"Fuck you, Neil. You're plunging your own friend into a hellhole."

"Not so, if you're willing to."

"will not. I don't want to be saddled with a baby from a girl I don't know. What if one day he comes to sue me? Blackmailing me? Hold me accountable. You don't think about the consequences of getting there, Neil?" said Raka Long at times wide with one long breath.

"That's what I guarantee, he won't sue you for anything."

"Ck! Don't be too confident" Raka denied quickly.

"Sure, because this figure is different. And I think one day you're the one who sues him."

"No way, don't turn the facts around, Neil," Raka argued, throwing the origin of her blanket on the floor, until her well-managed abdominal muscles adorned her half-naked body.

"You don't believe me?"

Raka shrugged her shoulders. "certain."

Neil took a deep breath.

"Okay, then, I'll send the picture through WA. Then give me your answer as soon as possible on this."

"Hey! Wait for dul--" Raka did not continue her speech again, as her ears caught a long beep sound across the phone.

"Damn it!"

Raka slammed the smartphone beside her. He slammed his body back into the bed. Covering her eyes with her arms. After a few seconds, Raka received a Whatsapp notification. But, just leave it alone. Not intending to read it directly. It was only in the sixty minute, that he opened his Whatsapp application, having closed his eyes again. Now, Raka looked much fresher than before.

This man woke up, sitting on a single sofa while enjoying his espresso drink. His long fingers immediately pressed his Whatsapp application. Check Neil's message. Raka Kenyit. His eyebrows swooped sharply, his eyes unblinking paying attention to the photo on his smartphone. Is it not wrong to send Neil. That figure is ....

The naura?