Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

31| Quietly ....

"Trust me, I won't steal or do anything to your employers." Naura said firmly, reassuring to the two security in front of her. His tone did not sound nervous in the slightest - although his Korean language was still not fluent and stammered. His iris stared expectantly at the two Korean native men who looked at each other, to allow him to enter this luxurious house.

Two hours ago, when he was working. Neil called her, telling her that the round-eyed man was sick for the week. It was only fitting that he never saw Raka's nostrils around him. It still hurts. He thought the man with his domineering nature had already given up on his intentions. It reminded him of the events of a few months ago, when the week did not see Raka.

Not wanting the incident to happen again, after all Raka is sick because of him. Without thinking anymore, after work Naura rushed home to the apartment regardless of Jongin's invitation to drive him home. What he does now is of course to cook Raka-previous warm porridge when they are still dating, when sick the man often asked him to make porridge-then return to Raka's house as soon as possible.

One thing that this sweet figure does not end up thinking on the mindset of the man with his body goals is why every sick, the man does not want to be hospitalized. Even he thought it was better than being treated at home which of course no one would take care of him. Far from the attention of both parents. But, back again to its unruly nature. What he thought was good for him, was of course good. But it is not necessarily good for others.

Just like his choice. Sometimes this young lady asked inwardly. Is this choice correct? Raising your child without marriage? Not accepting Raka's request. Not giving Raka a chance to correct her mistake. Is everything accurate?

"Please, Sir." Naura said again, breaking the silence in a room full of CCTV monitor screens all over this luxurious house.

One of these younger-looking and security guards scratched the back of the head while thinking. Once again looked at this young lady figure in front of him. Both he and his partner were worried. There was no message or instruction regarding this pregnant woman in front of him from his great boss. Only orders must be permission in advance when entering this residence. While for now the big boss just wants to be alone and no one should bother him except Neil. The young doctor was allowed in and out during this week.

"Please, sir," asked Naura. Once again trying to convince these two men in front of him. At first glance his iris stared at the paper bag beside him. Scratch the tip of the coat. If half an hour is not allowed to enter, maybe the artificial porridge will cool down and not tasty to eat again. And it seemed like he was about to give up, returning to the apartment with empty hopes.

"Hasn't your boss been sick for a week?" Naura stroked her distended stomach. There was a clear frown on the forehead of this young woman as she grimaced while her baby kicked. It was as if he felt what he was feeling right now.

"It's right." One of the older security replied after sipping his coffee drink.

"And let me look at your boss."

"Not bother, Aga---"

"I don't bother," sergeant Naura hurriedly cut off the speech of the flap-haired man in front of her. His gaze grew even more clear by emitting his flagship puppy eyes. Suppose that in front of him this is Raka, Neil, or even Sunny might melt immediately see it. Was this time also successful on these two security guards in front of him? This sweet figure also hopes so.

One of those security breaches. Then look at each other. They then nodded. Seeing the appearance of this young lady seemed like it would not harm their current boss. Their memories go back a few months. This young lady has been here. And when they heard the name of this sweet figure, their big boss immediately told them to allow him to enter with a voice that sounded so happy. As if the boss would welcome the return of the lover to his home.

"Well then ..."

This sweet figure breathed a sigh of relief hearing one of the security seemed to be withering at his request.

"...but, we have to mint--"

"Don't!" Suddenly this sweet figure screamed with a shrill voice like a world diva singer was doing a concert performance. The two men in front of him almost jumped up to his surprise. Even one of them almost spilled a coffee cup onto his thigh.

"I don't think it's necessary. I don't want to wake up your sick boss" Naura said, slipping her dangling bangs beside her right ear. He cleared his throat with a red face, a little embarrassed by the shrill voice earlier.

"Tap-"

"Trust me." Naura again cut off the words of one of the men in front of her. "And if you were scolded by your boss, just tell me I told you to. So ... just give me the keys to his house.”

These two men glanced at each other. Their faces seemed a little doubtful. But looking at the innocent expression and this young woman in a state of pregnancy who might not be lying. They finally melt down and give the house keys to Naura in the hope that they will not be fired by their boss after giving the keys to this house.

　

　

　

　

Naura very carefully unlocked the largest room among the other rooms located on the second floor. The main room in this luxurious house, after the previous sweet figure asked the security guard where it was located. He has been to this house once. But it was only limited to the living room and not more than an hour in this house.

When opening the door of the room, the first thing that welcomes this sweet figure is the aroma of mint mixed with the typical musk of the round-eyed man with sensual lips that often throw temptations for him, as well as the room light that looks dim. The light comes only from the moonlight that peeks from behind the window curtain that is left wide open. Like a warm embrace of a mother who cradles the baby in a deep sleep.

In the dim light Naura squinted her eyes, refracting her vision at the handsome figure lying weakly on the king-sized bed. Iris the young woman then turned to her surroundings, as if looking through this room without anyone left behind like a detective looking for evidence.

For the first time, he stepped on the private room of this sports-loving man every morning. There was nothing special and specific about the room - which, according to Naura - aside from the exorbitant luxury displayed in the golden room. From the curtains and the funiture were all golden yellow. The walls are left plain blue without any decoration there. There are no paintings like decorating the luxurious rooms of the elite, because Raka does not like paintings. Although the dominant man was very fond and appreciative of the value of art, but-special-for-his room, Raka preferred his room to be left plain.

A moment to hold his breath when this sweet figure tried to drag his steps towards the nightstand by the bed, trying not to disturb Raka who was fast asleep, and of course after making sure the man would not wake up by him. Naura put down her paper bag. Then turn the body facing Raka. For a long time he looked at the face of the sculptured statue of the Greek god under the moonlight that sat him. This sweet figure flinched. I don't know what's on his mind right now. His expression was unreadable in that dim light.

After five minutes passed just standing still like a mannequin in a boutique storefront, Naura finally decided to sit on the side of Raka's bed, after removing a pink coat that cost almost equal to her salary. Coat bought by Raka. Half a month ago when she went shopping at a boutique to see official clothes at a party - considering her party supplies were just two pieces filled her little closet. That was when he accidentally saw the coat that stole his heart. When you look at the price behind it. This sweet figure could only swallow saliva.

"Well, Baby. Mommy can only dream of having this coat. Right now and in the future, your needs are number one" Naura muttered as she stroked her distended stomach.

"But ... at least elus-elus coat just let's not drool and dream, he he he he, (=^▽^=)" he chuckled amusedly while hugging the coat displayed in the mannequin. After satisfied Naura out of the boutique by still buying clothes. Because in this boutique there are no party clothes according to his taste, so he only buys underwear.

Satisfied around, Naura stopped at the cafe in front of the boutique earlier, drinking her favorite hot chocolate. While engrossed in his chocolate drink, out of nowhere it came, Raka had been sitting casually in front of him with a dazzling smile.

"Make you.” Raka thrust the paper bag in front of this sweet figure. Naura's forehead frowned staring at the paper bag in front of her.

"What's that?" his question could not help his curiosity.

"Later you know for yourself. At least, it doesn't make you drool and dream again. As well as replacing me hugging your body for a while, before we're officially married." As usual, this man said confidently.

Naura smiled faintly while recalling those memories of half a month ago while folding her coat and putting it beside her seat. Slightly shifting his seat-more-approach-on Raka. Slowly scooping the bangs that slightly covered this man's forehead, then placed his palms over his wide forehead and slightly sweated it. Checking his body temperature. This faint sweet figure frowned as he felt his palm burn. Quickly he grabbed his bag, looking for a feverish compress plaster for adults who were always available in his bag wherever he went. Then put it on Raka's forehead, at a glance this man frowned and muttered indistinctly. A second later, calm down.

While waiting for the temperature in Raka's body to decrease, this sweet figure painstakingly wiped the sweat that sprung up as large as corn seeds at the temple of this man wearing his handkerchief. After successfully getting rid of the sweat patches on Raka's forehead for a while. Naura turned to the paper bag above the nightstand and took out its contents. He sighed. The porridge started to cool down a little, not as hot as when it came here. Then her irises glanced back at Raka beside her. This sweet figure tapped on the place of his porridge, weighing in at heart. Should be awakened or left alone. But, what if Raka had not eaten anything since this morning, or maybe from yesterday?

Iris Naura then switched on her watch. Alright. He has decided. Fifteen minutes-or at most another half-hour, woke this man up to fill his stomach, while waiting for the temperature in his body to completely drop.

While tracing Raka's stern jaw, this sweet figure said, “get well soon, rice field frog. (,,◕ ⋏ ◕,,)”

Don't forget guys, beautiful & handsome brothers, sisters who emes 😍, love first let the spirit write the story 🤗😉, okay 👍.

See you in the next chapter of 🤗💜.