Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

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The tightly closed petal suddenly opened wide, revealing a beautiful iris inside. Iris who is able to make the opposite sex will be captivated for the first time, and it is difficult to turn to another again. Iris was also the first time to make Raka fascinated at her first meeting on this sweet figure, making her heart beat sharply increased when she met the view, making the man's world only centered on this sweet figure a.

Naura blinked, refracting brightly lit room light on her retina. His forehead creased faintly while realizing he was in a foreign place. This isn't his room. Instantly he bought. Just realized this is Raka's room. He came here earlier with warm porridge. Then compress the forehead of the man whose temperature is very hot. Then while waiting for the porridge to cool and the temperature of his body to decrease, he did ....

Holy hooch! Naura glares. The fact is he overslept. Quickly he got up from his bed. Wait for. The sweet figure again cringed. The feeling of her sitting next to Raka's sleeping. Then now ... why can he sleep at Raka's place? With a blanket covering her entire body? Where is Raka? Wasn't that man lying in his position right now?

"Away awake?"

Iris Naura headed straight to the sound source in the corner of the room with the light still left dim. He saw Raka enjoying his porridge. The man looked so voracious and his eyes twinkled happily, as if a little boy had just gotten a new toy from his father on his birthday.

I don't know. Whether it was the effect of the dim light by relying on the bright moon-shining light behind a wide-open window-so that Raka's face looks very handsome like a carved face of the gods of Greek mythology in the olympus kingdom. This sweet figure was stunned for a moment, drugged by the beautiful scenery.

"How long have I been asleep?" Naura stroked her head while closing her mouth. Dragging his heavy steps towards the sofa where Raka was and sitting scattered not far from the man.

When I saw Raka's face again, this sweet figure hurriedly lowered his head staring at the floor - trying to hide his uninvited face blushing tomatoes - while recalling this man who had carried him onto the bed and enveloped his body.

"Not long," said Raka after finishing the last mouthful of porridge in her bowl. No rest. It seems like this man is really starving.

"The bury must have been cold." Naura said with her gaze fixed on the empty bowl on the table. Samar the corner of his lips slightly raised, smiling faintly when he saw the porridge was still eaten by this man.

"Not really. It's still warm." Raka said honestly while shrugging her shoulders.

"Um .. How about you. Are you feeling better?" naura asked a little nervously.

"Yes. Better than before you came here." Raka answered honestly. Thanks to the presence of this sweet figure, the pain that lingered over this week went nowhere. Miraculous no. With the presence of this young woman alone had already made a huge change in her life. He remembered when he ended his relationship with this sweet figure. His world was chaotic for a moment. I feel unable to live out the days ahead.

"Oh." Naura said short. Can not hide the relief in the heart while stroking his distended stomach. It seems the baby jabang is also happy to hear the words from the lips of his future father. Might as well. Who knows. The heart of who can guess. Only the owner of the universe can turn the heart of man.

After that, there was a long silence filling the blemish between these two human beings. Both of them are immersed in their own thoughts. Letting the clock tick loudly like the voice of a solo female singer who entertains her fans in this dim room, with the sound of the wind that blows slowly accompanies.

"Ma." Raka said with her hoarse voice, managing to break the silence between the two.

"Y-yes?" Naura said nervously. I don't know why. Hearing Raka's bass voice his heart was beating. Is it possible the effect of this week not hearing this man's voice around him?

Raka shifted her seat, getting closer to her sweet figure. He stared at the adorable face of Naura in a dim shadow. Not much different from this young lady. This man's chest was pounding uncharacteristically while staring at the dazzling face of Naura who was like one of the heavenly angels of the world.

"Thank you for coming here" Raka said after being able to control her heartbeat. To divert the pounding on his chest, this man rubbed the corners of his sensual lips with his eagle eyes incessantly staring at his sweet figure. It was as if afraid that this pregnant woman would disappear in the blink of an eye from his sight.

And Raka doesn't have to ask where this sweet figure knows he's sick. Of course it was from Neil. In fact, he had already warned the young doctor not to say anything about this pain. Nevertheless, he was very grateful Naura wanted to come here. Judging from this attitude, this sweet figure still holds a sense of care for him, maybe even still storing love for him. Might as well. I really hope so.

"Um .. same." Naura answered almost in a whisper. His voice was almost drowned by the pounding of his heart. His face is getting red. This faint sweet figure swallowed saliva while Raka's gaze was too intense on her, making her feel intimidated by her domineering aura.

"Thank you for the warm porridge. Know it? I haven't eaten in two days." Raka was honest.

"God! Why not just stay in the hospital?"

Raka shook her head quickly. "You know my nature. I'm most lazy to be hospitalized."

"But no one is taking care of you."

"Yes, I admit that. I thought my fever was just normal. At most take the medicine and tomorrow it's cured again."

"And it turns out it wasn't. Basic stubbornness," Naura quickly continued with a sullen face. Raka just shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't repeat it again. What if the fever gets worse?"

"Yes. Yep. I-i understand. I won't repeat."

"Say she has a boyfriend. Why don't you ask her to take care of him." When I say the word girlfriend. Naura's chest felt very tight to say it. It was as if he was trapped in a cramped room with no oxygen to breathe.

Raka was silent for a moment. A boyfriend? Of course he doesn't have. If his fiancee has. But that's not his wish. And soon he will break his engagement if he returns to Indonesia.

Raka laughs ambiguously. "Daughter? If I had, of course I wouldn't be alone here, Na."

"But you said back then, there was a woman here, what was that?" Naura said innocently. He still remembers clearly, at that time Raka said there was the only woman who ever stepped on this house.

Raka was laughing more and more. "Oh, that time, yeah. You still remember it well, heum."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you believe what I said at the time?" Raka raised her eyebrows next to her. The corner of his lips smiled increasingly real. As if to code this sweet figure that it was all just his booze. In fact, there was not a single woman in the house. Even if it was his fiancee. Except, Naura.

Seeing the smile dancing on the side of Raka's lips, Naura glared. Again, he was bullied by this man.

"Yeah, rice frog. You tricked me?”

“Truly you. Errn ..." Naura takes couch cushions. Moving on from her seat and towards the single long sofa where the cackling Raka was satisfied looking at her stupid expression. Soon he hit this guy with a couch pillow.

"Okay, Na. Stop the. Sick, ah." Raka pretended to complain of pain when this sweet figure hit him even though he did not avoid it at all. He left it so, until the heart of this pregnant woman is satisfied.

"Oh, sucks." Naura throbs up after not having any more energy to hit Raka's body. He sat back with his hands crossed on his chest.

"Actually the woman I meant was you, Na."

"Eh?" Naura frowned in disbelief.

"You're the only woman who's ever stepped on this house." Raka made her remarks clear while shifting her seat closer to this young lady.

"Don't bo'ong anymore. Later your nose gets longer pinocchio cake, tauk." Naura sneers. Although the reddish hue managed to dance around on his smooth white face - provoked by the man's speech.

"No. I'm serious, Na." Raka said firmly. "You're my only woman. Do you believe me?"

Naura bowed while twisting her finger. Like magic, he believed what this man said. Samar nodded, making Raka smile happily and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Na, just this time. Give me a chance to correct my mistake. I promise I won't let you down again."

Naura fell silent. Unable to answer what. Be honest. He started to accept this man back to his side. But on the other side of his heart, there was still fear haunting him.

"Na, I know what worries you." Raka grabbed Naura's hand and grasped it so tightly. Convince this sweet figure. There's nothing to fear anymore. This man took a breath for a while, before returning to continue his serious remarks.

"Your heart is worried because you have not made peace with your past." Raka alludes to Naura's childhood which is very painful to recall. "Try to remove everything. I know it hurts. But ... This is for the peace of your own heart. So that you are no longer haunted by fear and do not become your trauma constantly."

"But ..." Naura could no longer continue her words when it crossed the cold back of her mother and Theresa who left her during heavy rain. Without her invitation, a clear liquid had pooled in her beautiful eye pelup. Soon Raka grabbed the body fill it when the tears were no longer able to contain it, holding it so tightly. He sobbed in the chest of Raka's field.

Raka exhaled. Her heart ached when her sweet figure cried bitterly like this. Many times he kissed the top of the young woman's head while stroking her back.

"Shhh! Don't cry anymore. I promise I won't be like your mother leaving you alone. I'll always be by your side, Na." Raka promised with all her body soul.

Naura looked up, staring at the stern jaw of Raka on top of her from behind her gaze which was blurred by tears. "Promise?" he said on the sidelines of his sob.

"Promise." Raka said firmly. Staring fixedly at Naura's eyeballs.

"Beware of lying, I swear you're getting handsome."

"Ready." Raka chuckled amusedly, getting tighter hugging her sweet figure. After fifteen minutes had passed just hug each other without speaking anymore. It was as if letting the fabric of time fill the blemish between the two of them. Live second by second the touch of each opponent's skin. Finally--with reluctance-Raka releases her embrace as the night approaches.

"So, you want to come back to me and we get married?" reiterate Raka again, convince herself. There were traces of tears on the cheeks of his sweet figure, then tethered a light kiss on his forehead.

"Yes, I want to come back to you, but ..." Naura took a deep breath, slowly exhaled. "...About getting married later."

"Why?" asked Raka not understand. A little disappointed this sweet figure did not want to marry. However, he was still grateful that this sweet figure would come back to him again.

"We got married after I was born, yeah."

Raka groaned at Naura's reasoning. Pretty reasonable. But ... he was impatient to make this sweet figure completely his. Especially marking on his rival, that this sweet figure had legitimately belonged to him.

"I don't think it's long waiting for him either. My ingredients are six months. In about three months you're waiting for me" explained Naura. He knew this man objected to his decision. But how else. Her wish.

Raka breathed a heavy breath. "Tap-"

"There's no buts. H-a-r-u-s anyway. Must. Or you choose we're not married at all."

"Andwae (don't)." Raka screamed with glaring eyes to make this sweet figure smile holding an amused laugh. "Fines. I concur. After you're born, we're married, we can't be put off anymore."

"okay." Naura nodded steadily.

Samar Raka sighed as she wove her hands together with her sweet figure. In the heart of this man approved of Naura's plan. Actually Raka did want to return to Jakarta immediately, but because it was blocked he was sick for this week, finally the plan was postponed.

Huft. It may be true that we got married after Naura gave birth. That way I have time to solve my problems with Thesa.

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 🤗💜.