I'm Not a Substitute Womb

11. I'm Not a Substitute Womb

Finished bathing and wrapped the towel around his waist, Carlos exited the bathroom without paying attention to Calista.

Without shame, Carlos took off the towel, put on his pants and white shorts and a matching color t-shirt. When he turned around, he was shocked at Calista's screams.

"Basic Om has no shame" Calista cried.

Actually Carlos also forgot and was shocked over

screams. But soon he neutralized himself. Walk towards Calista.

"What the hell, Om? Next to it was also empty," Calista grumbled as Carlos sat on the edge of the bed beside him lying down at this moment.

Carlos took a long breath. He stared intensely at Calista even though his little wife did not return his gaze.

Throughout the cleaning up, Carlos was determined to account for everything about Calista's life.

"You see I want to ask for the rights of my husband" Calista said.

"Can? doctor said yesterday, making love is also one of the drugs!" carlos said withholding laughter.

I swear by anything, I'd love Calista to curse Carlos after that man's words. "Remember the age," hissed Calista.

Carlos stroked Calista's cheek and brought her face closer to Calista's. "Maybe you remember how strong I was in bed that night" Carlos said.

Because their faces were so close, Carlos's breath of mint struck Calista's sense of smell. The memory of the incident that night was again present in the memory of the two.

In addition to fear and regret, they still remembered how the heat was created that night.

"Don't talk about it anymore" said Calista ketus cover the nervousness whack suddenly.

Carlos nodded. "Do you want to go for a walk or just take a break?"

Calista thaws and fixes the blanket. "Are you sure you're taking me for a walk?" ask Calista.

Carlos nodded. "Come on."

"Aren't you afraid of being found out with your beloved wife?"

"He wouldn't suspect, wouldn't his better old and young wife have to be familiar?"

Calista's hands clenched, then rose. "At any time I won't want to get along with your wife. You better get out of here!"

Calista walked towards the wardrobe. Leaving her sexy body in Carlos's face with a hungry look.

Opened and then choose casual clothes and then sit in front of the dresser. Wearing mascara, eyebrow pencil, last lipglos.

"Where are you going?" carlos asked to look at Calista as if he were leaving.

"Go yourself."

"I'm coming, '" Carlos said.

Calista just kept quiet, he wanted to get out of the apartment because he was bored but his body felt tired.

Calista shows the place of a cafe on the outskirts of Jakarta. He has visited here several times because he thinks the atmosphere of the afternoon and sunset is very good according to him.

"You come here often?" carlos sat his ass in front of Calista.

"Just a few times."

Calista became a lot silent from now on. Don't ask why. This was all because he felt astonished at Carlos's treatment changing drastically. Calista's current assessment is Carlos's change now as it shows concern as if the man has no objection to this forced marriage.

"Tonight I'm staying at the apartment. Tomorrow night I'll be home. Every weekend I'll come."

"Whatever. The important thing is that every time I call, Om has to be there!" calista ngasal.

Carlos nodded. "After this, I'm home for a while."

"Wouldn't kiss me first?" calista Goda.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, got up and kissed Calista's forehead. Carlos' treatment made some visitors notice them.

Idiotically. Why did this shameless old man become this kind of submissive anyway?

Carlos captured the image of Calista without the master's knowledge. Carlos's smile is up.

The little girl who always drives me crazy.

After the cafe, Calista and Carlos stopped by the minimarket to buy Calista necessities. Afterwards, Carlos went home first.

"Calt."

Calista turned her head when as she took out all her groceries.

"I'll go home first. Call me if there's anything. My phone number I've recorded and the paper's on the nightstand."

Calista nodded without answering. Honestly speaking, she really felt like a mistress now.

"May I rub your stomach?" carlos asked sincerely after coming out of the room. He just finished his shower.

DEG

Calista was still glued to Carlos's question. He has not prepared himself if he has to come back into contact with Carlos. But isn't this one of his plans?

Calista nodded then led Carlos to sit on the living room sofa. Damn, Calista wears a t-shirt that doesn't cover her stomach.

"Really, can?" carlos asked with eyes starting to heat up and Calista only nodded forcefully smiling.

Carlos leaned closer to calista's stomach. His hands trembled as he was about to touch his little wife's stomach. Happy and become one.

Something that is so desired, anticipated, and needed as solace when tired. Not only that, it is true happiness.

In elus Calista flat stomach slowly. She is afraid of hurting her child-to-be when rubbing violently.

"Sleep here and enjoy the inner communication between father and son as much as you can, Om!" calista patted his thigh.

Carlos straightened his body looking at Calista as if asking 'can you?' and Calista understood instantly nodding.

Carlos rubbed his body and head right on Calista's thigh. From the corner of his eyes, it was wet because tears could no longer be held back.

"What do you want to call our son?" ask Carlos.

Trust me, this isn't from Carlos or Calista's plan to make it work. But this is purely as if the bond of father, mother, and son is inseparable.

"I want to be called Mami because that call is suitable for me who is young," Calista said without acting.

Calista could see a happy twinkle from Carlos eyes. "It's late, go home. Must be Om's wife waiting," said Calista later.

The smile from earlier was beautifully printed turned low after hearing Calista's words. Carlos ventured into his little wife's stomach to make Calista freeze.

"The fire leaves soon to be back here. You don't bother Mami" said Carlos and then kissed Calista's stomach again.

"I'm home, Calt!" pamit Carlos and Calista. Before he actually left, Carlos took the time to make pregnant milk for his little wife.

Calista stared at Carlos' back until he was lost behind the door. At the same time, Calista's tears were shed. As it turns out, facing marriage to be a third party is very sick.

Always a stopover is not where the main character comes home.

...****...

"Darling, where have you been? why can't your phone be contacted?" cerca Nadia arrives at Carlos' house.

Carlos felt guilty immediately hugging and peeping Nadia's forehead. Inwardly, he continued to apologize for the mistake he made of having to pray for the faithful woman who accompanied him for fourteen years ago until now.

"I'm sorry. Have you had dinner?" ask Carlos.

Nadia shakes. "Yet. I'm waiting for you" said spoiled Nadia.

Carlos took a long breath. "sorry. Let's go eat. From now on, if I'm late coming home don't wait for me to eat. You have to take care of your health" said Carlos, leading Nadia into the dining room and sitting in the chair of the leader of the meal as usual.

Nadia prepares food on the plate for Carlos then for him. "Last Sunday we're on vacation, yeah. We have not had a vacation for a month. I've booked tickets and booked hotels too."