Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

16| Black Pork Street [1]

　

Naura slammed the apartment door. Regardless of his hungry stomach, immediately lay down the body onto the bed. Put his face on the pillow. It was as if immersing all of his painful past into the bottom of the deepest recesses of his heart. Buried it without any more painful traces.

The tightness in his chest slowly reflected through the sobbing of his plum lip crevice, muffled through the pillow. Due to the quiet state of his room, the sound of his stuffing was so clear that it filled the room.

“Arrrgh!”

This sweet figure screamed stifled in the decapitation of his pillow. Crying fully. Letting her tears spill like a river flowing smoothly into her mouth. Because too many eyes give off clear fluid. Deplete everything. His eyes are no longer able to produce tears. Naura was exhausted, until she fell asleep.

I don't know how long this sweet figure has been asleep. The deafening smartphone ring, breaking the silence in her dimly lit room, managed to forcefully open her puffy, fully awake eyes.

Naura. Removing traces of a stream of clear liquid in the corner of her adorable eyes. Then a small thud, neutralizing his raucous voice, typical of waking up mixed with crying. He glanced at the clock on his smartphone screen at eightpm and saw who called him. Neil.

Earlier, when on the way back to his apartment, after returning from the residence Raka. The young doctor kept calling her. But never disemboweled. Until finally stop alone until arriving at the apartment and fall asleep.

"Hallo, Brother? What's up?" tanyanya direct.

"Naura? You okay?" The sound of Neil's anxious voice across the phone was so loud in the hearing sense of this waist-length almond-haired girl.

Naura bit her lips, then exhaled a short breath while rubbing her swollen face. "Eung, yeah, I'm fine."

"You crying?"

This sweet figure was silent for quite a while. Until finally, a small stuffing escaped his lips.

"I'm sorry, Brother, Naura. You shouldn't be working with Raka." Neil's heavy voice ran through Naura's ears. In his voice, the young doctor regretted his actions.

"It's okay, brother. Naura understands. It's also my fault, hiks ..." Naura sobbed while wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. "...from the beginning, I was the one who told Brother not to tell who the donor was."

Both were long silent. Until Neil across the phone breathes heavily.

"You want your brother to come to your apartment?" bargain Neil. "It just so happens that Brother's schedule is empty tonight."

Naura shook her head, although the young doctor did not see her directly. "No need, brother. Don't bother."

"Absolutely Brother didn't bother, Naura. How about we take a walk around the apartment complex?" haggle for Neil again.

"Thank you for the same call, brother. But right, Brother. Don't have. I want to be alone now."

There was no response from across the phone. I don't know what Neil was thinking there. Only the roar of the young doctor's breath could be heard loudly in the ears of this sweet figure.

"Sister?" call Naura to make sure Neil is still connected to her.

"Yes?-- Huft! All right, Brother understands. If you need anything, call Brother, okay?"

"okay."

“Good night, Naura. One more, don't cry anymore, ne.”

“Yups. Will not cry again,” replied this sweet figure a little lethargic.

There was a long beep that the man with glasses had severed his connection. Naura took a deep breath while putting the smarthpone back next to her. Smothering stomach. Just realized her baby hasn't been fed anything yet.

"Okay, Baby. Today we went to Black Pork Street. We'll forget all the trouble tonight." Naura patted her distended stomach after coming to terms with her aching heart. After all, nothing else is worth fighting for. Putting on his winter coat, stepped carefreely towards the door.

"We ate there, Baby. We brush the BBQ meat as much. Black Pork BBQ we're coming, yuhuu~~. (≧∇≦)" Naura exclaimed happily, as if she had never had any problems in her life since she was born into this world.

　

　

　

　

　

　

"Geez!!"

This sweet figure gasped in shock when opening the apartment door. Almost fell down so shocked he saw the sudden figure of Raka. Stand leaning his athletic body against the wall with his head turned up. Chortled. I don't know what's going on inside the young man's head right now.

Naura squinted her eyes. How long has Raka been silent like that? Judging from the melting snow, dripping on the sidelines of his thick coat, soaking the ceramics under his feet, it may have been an hour or so that this man stood still like a mannequin in front of a boutique storefront.

Naura exhaled. Hurry this sweet figure put the apartment key back into his sling bag, having previously made sure his apartment was completely locked tightly. He better avoid this guy as soon as possible.

"You've been crying?" raka asked with an anxious face - instantly stopping the pace of this sweet figure.

This man took a step forward, intending to stroke Naura's face. His heart rippled softly at the trace of tears on those white cheeks. Without asking the cause, Raka already knew that she was the mother.

Naura took a step back. Unknowingly touched his face. Oh my goodness, how observant his eyes are. I put a little thick cream on my face.

"It's none of your business." Naura answered ketus. "Why are you standing next to my door?" tanyanya diverted the conversation.

"It's none of your business," Raka replies pretending to be gluttonous with a flirtatious smile, copying a paste of Naura's words. That sweet figure twisted the eyeball.

"Just like it like this," continued this man while running his long fingers into his hair and resting it at a glance.

Naura clucked faintly. "If so, just keep the show going. I won't bother you."

After saying, this sweet figure darted towards the elevator at the end of the hallway. Sayup-sayup, his sense of hearing caught the heavy sound of footsteps behind him. Raka walked a bit gesa equaling her steps.

"Naura, aren't you worried about me?" Raka asked after successfully walking parallel to Naura. Sniffing a glimpse of the air around him - a little exposed by the parfume of the sweet figure beside him. Vanilla fragrance mixed with baby powder.

"Worrying about you? Dream time." Naura sneered bitterly.

"Hmm." Raka muttered as she stroked the base of her nose.

Gerling a glimpse of his sweet figure, then a short sigh stared at the tightly closed elevator door in front of him. Be honest. Indeed, he was worried about this sweet figure since he came out of his house earlier.

She followed Naura to her apartment, making sure she was okay. Then just quietly stand in front of his apartment until his heart is satisfied. And unexpectedly this sweet figure returned to the outside of the apartment. I don't know where to go.

A minute later the elevator opened. Rushing Naura in followed Raka behind her. Inside the elevator, there were lovers who were fond of making out regardless of the presence of Raka and Naura in it.

This sweet figure threw his gaze in the other direction. His gaze actually fell onto Raka's gray iris through the reflection of the glass in front of her. Naura sneered as this man smiled seductively at her.

Well. He had no choice but to stare at Raka's seductive iris, rather than seeing a couple making out. Which inadvertently stimulates his hormones, also wants to be fondled, hugged, and kissed.

Anjir, so want so too. Errn ....

Naura grunted inwardly as she clenched her hands. As if to punch a perverted couple behind him. Then glanced back at Raka. Honestly, about the hormone, it is lately often imagined this man.

Huft. Breathe in, Naura. Don't mind pervert*.*

Slowly this sweet figure exhaled a long breath. Mumbling faintly. I don't know what he's muttering. To be sure, trying to remove the reddish hues on her cheeks, as if the buds of a flower were freshly burst in the morning, when thinking of the man beside her.