I'm Grabbing your Husband Candidate

Cathrine Pregnant

...CHAPTER 42...

...Cathrine Pregnant...

"Whatever you say. But I still don't want to marry siri, period! Anyway I don't want to!" at her jolt, Cathrine still rejected Devan's decision.

Devan gulped his saliva rough. Then take a deep, heavy breath, holding himself back from being emotionally ignited. Then Devan nodded resignedly, he stood up and looked seriously at his lover's face, before speaking.

"Alright, if that's what you want I can't force you anymore either. If you don't want to marry siri, then I've decided! There will be no marriage between the two of us" he said firmly.

Devan stared intently at his lover, hoping that with a slight threat Cathrine would be willing to obey him.

Cathrine glares. "You_ don't take Beb seriously?!" shake her head again. His face paled. His body suddenly squeezed and sat back on the sofa.

The marriage she had always dreamed of, became the wife of the son of the owner of the largest mining company in the city. Should it just disappear and be buried in the ground without being able to dig it again.

Devan nodded small. "I'm serious Cath, because that's the only way we can live together. If you really love me, I'm sure you'll never mind if I marry you in series. Do you think I want to be like this too?! You know my mama doesn't like it very much if her wish is denied, and I don't want to be Cath's ungodly child." she said. "Once again forgive me, who can not make you happy.." regretted with a very soft tone, his eyes also glazed. Disappointed and as disappointed as Cathrine.

Cathrine gave a rough snort, both of her hands clutching tightly at the edge of the sofa.

"Your mama is outrageous. Just because his son wants to marry the woman he loves, but he shouldn't have held you back like this! And he doesn't have to interfere with our relationship either, Dev!" skink. Devan was shocked by Cathrine's rude remark, and he did not accept it.

"Don't vilify my parents Cath, she was my mother who conceived and gave birth to me, raising me made me like this. I don't like anyone vilifying my Mama, you must be my lover!" timpal Devan, his forehead shriveled not like what his lover said about his parents including his own mother.

Cathrine looked down deeply, irritated even forced to have her own sniff, in order not to make Devan offended. "It's not so dear... I don't mean to vilify your Mama, I just don't like it with attitude_"

"Stop, it's Cath! Whatever your reason I still don't like it when someone vilifies my Mama, period!" so, with a little bit of a snarl.

That time, Devan really could not contain his anger towards Cathrine. Didn't expect the woman he had been adoring all this time, would dare to speak rudely about his parents in front of him himself.

Cathrine's face looked up. His eyes were wide, not expecting Devan to dare to snap at him just a trivial matter according to him.

"I'd better go home! I don't want both of my parents to suspect that I'm coming home too late!" Devan picks up his car keys on the guest table, then turns around stepping out the door.

"Dev, I'm sorry... Sorry I didn't mean to_" Cathrine prevented Devan from leaving, holding her arm.

"Sleep Cath, it's night! Tomorrow I have to leave in the morning because there is an important job." he said coldly.

"No Bebb, Bebb... Listen to me first, Devaan wait!!" shouted again.

But when Cathrine wanted to chase Devan, she suddenly felt her head dizzy. His gaze darkened, then instantly his body collapsed onto the floor.

Devan who pretended not to hear the screams of his lover, he just kept stepping away from Cathrine's apartment.

But before long he was surprised to hear a heavy sound that fell, his steps were not too far away, immediately stopped him and turned slowly his body back.

Devan was stunned, when he saw the body of his lover who had been lying unconscious on the front floor of his apartment door.

"Cath! Cathrine!!" his yell.

Devan ran over, then crouched down and held Cathrine's head up on her thigh, gently rubbing Cathrine's cheeks that had closed her eyes, her face looking very pale and weak.

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Time shows at half eleven o'clock in the evening. In the room, Silvia was not willing to close her eyes. Devan promised him he wouldn't be home until late at night. And he's really waiting for his return. But the one who was waiting did not go home either.

Silvia sighed deeply. "Stupid, why should I believe what he said? He's not going to Silvia... So it's useless that you keep waiting for him!" Silvia muttered to herself. Reminds him not to expect more of Devan who will care about him.

Silvia is convinced, Devan is only pretending to love her. The man wasn't really serious and sincere with her. In order not to be hated by both parents and Devan just seduced him not to go away from his house.

"I know you're only incriminating Cathrine .." she murmured again. Silvia rubbed her face. "Oh, my God... Why would I be stuck with this love triangle? If only I had met Devan first. This road won't be hard to take..."

Silvia then opened a photo Devan sent Cathrine some time ago, when her husband was staying at the apartment of his former best friend.

I don't know why she came to mind with the words of her husband last afternoon, that she did not remember at all the incident during sleep with her lover. Are her husband's words true? Silvia was still curious, sharpening her gaze at the photo on her flat screen, looking through the whole picture of her husband Cathrine had shot on purpose. Who knows, he saw something strange in the photo.

In the photo, Devan appears to be asleep, but he still wears his full outfit, only on the front of his work shirt is already open. Cathrine took a photo of Devan from her side, and saw a cup lying on its side on a limp on the nightstand.

Silvia menzoom the photo was larger so that it was clearly visible the cup was only a black coffee pulp.

"Could it be, Mas Devan had a cup of coffee?!" he thought he asked himself. Silvia again scrunched her forehead, curious. "But why did the cup fall so tilted?"

Shortly thinking, Silvia again widened her eyes. Actually, he did not want to suspect his former best friend. But the more days he felt something strange and strange. When Cathrine shows a picture of Devan sleeping in her apartment, she meets Andy who comes to her aid when a robber comes to her on the night.

Silvia again remembered the photo Cathrine and Andy sent Nana, her best friend. Suddenly the feeling became unpleasant. "Are the two of them conspiring to investigate me and Mas Devan?" Silvia took a sip of her salivation. His worries deepened.

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"How is Sus doing?" devan asked a female nurse who had examined Cathrine at a nearby Hospital near the apartment. Because it's nighttime, so there's no doctor working to deal with the patient's condition.

"You don't need to worry, sir, your wife is just tired, and this is very natural in the first trimester of pregnancy" he explained. The sister thought Devan and Cathrine were husband and wife because Cathrine was pregnant.

Devan was stunned by the sister's remark. "What's? Pregnant nurse?" I couldn't believe it.

The nun who had experienced and knew that, nodded again and smiled. "Yes sir, your wife is pregnant young. It's just that you also try to help maintain the health condition of his wife, so as not to be too depressed and stressed because it will affect the health factors in the baby as well." he explained again, the nurse then came out because there were still other patients that she had to take care of.

Devan slowly swallowed his hard saliva into it. Then looked at Cathrine who was still lying weakly on the brangkar. Stepping closer to him, staring with nanar part of his stomach that has not been seen bulging.

"Is Cathrine pregnant with my child?!" he murmured with a choked throat.

Devan can't breathe. He still does not believe the reality in front of him, from last night's events that he did not realize had not expected to make Cathrine contain his seeds.

"Oh my God, what should I tell my parents... I've made a fatal mistake... I've impregnated my own lover..." Devan scooped his face in frustration as he leaned his back against the wall of the nursery.

Seriate....

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