I'm Not a Backup Womb

kindness aunt widia

I'm not a spare womb

The Part 125

"Mister Lydia, don't be so hard" I said putting my index finger on my lips to keep Lydia quiet. I did tell Lidia about it, so she knew enough about me.

"You yes, please. If I don't want to be married." Threatening him, cupping his hands in the chest of the sign very much hope for my approval.

"Huh?" I screamed in disbelief. "Wine... If Lydia is not married, could be a big rival dong?" My inner self as I remember a message from Dr. Teddy for Lydia.

"Yes.yes yes... Marriage, monasteries don't destroy people's households!" My insinuation.

"meaning?"

"Udah, I want to go home first." Pamitku, I turn on the motorbike engine and I drive, leaving Madam Lydia who looks still flinching thinking about my words earlier.

"Eh Debby, tomorrow the fittings are her bridesmaid dresses..." Shouted Sister Lydia. I just answered him with a finger that formed the letter O, which means Okay without turning to him.

I arrived at the orphanage at half-nine in the morning, seen Mommy was with Mbok Mar in the kitchen, it looks like they just cleaned up the former breakfast of my sisters this morning. Since Bu Widia became a donor of our home, we have never felt any shortage, Ms Widia really cares about the children here, even I who do not need her attention is still considered by her. For example, when I was recovering yesterday, he always came, bringing food with high protein, fruit and all my needs. Even what he brought like there was already a concept. Last week, he offered to give the car to the parlor to make it easier if there was an urgent matter. But, we refused, Ms. Widia has been too good to us, we have to know ourselves more and maintain a little self-esteem. Yes, Ms. Widia had known about the time of one of the hospital adek in the middle of the night and we still had to wait for an online taxi while the condition at that time was very emergency. What I'm confused about is, where does Miss Widia know? As far as I know, I'm just complaining to my doctor. I don't know, maybe the rich have a lot of eyes.

"But breakfast Deb!" Mother said as I passed the kitchen.

"Yes, don't forget to take a shower, don't take the disease from the hospital."

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's just that Buda put it in the vase"

"There's another flower delivery?" I asked, Mother nodded Slowly. Ever since I got home from the hospital, I've been getting nameless flower deliveries from Dr. Teddy, once there was a name and a love poem from him, but the rest is just an apology and no name.

I went into the bathroom and washed my body. My phone shook again when I was ready to rest my body. My love doctor called me back, I refused his call, I ignored his call, and I switched off my phone and took a break.

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It has been a few days that my husband and I were not related, my annoyance was still stuck in my heart. Until the time came the wedding of Mbak Lydia held in a large building. As I promised, I was with Sinta, Desi and Febby already lined up neatly with pich color dress, and the modern bun took care of the invited guests. There were so many guests who attended from various circles both from officers and our colleagues from Atmajaya hospital from nurses to staff, from staff, even I saw Doctor Firman and Professor Atmajaya also present congratulate mbak Lydia.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss not less creepy also loh kumbu story..