
Day to day that continues to make many changes of course, not least with the attitude of Afif who is not too indifferent and indifferent anymore.
"I'm in love with Naynay." That's what Afif told Ryan after sitting his body in his great chair.
'You just realized?'
Ryan just nodded without saying anything because he also did not know what he was going to say. After all Afif had started talking again.
"Did I just say that I impregnated him?" asked Afif while turning on the computer in front of him.
Ryan fixed his suit and took a slow breath before answering Afif's question. "You'd better consult a doctor first, Young Master. If the lady is not pregnant, then the business will be easy. But the reality is inversely proportional, the lady is pregnant and in a state of trauma. You can predict what will happen if you're rash."
Afif put his hands together in front of his face, his elbows resting on the table.
'Really, I don't want to get mentally disturbed. There is no guarantee that no other possibility will happen.'
Afif was struck by tremendous worry, everything he planned first had not gone as it should. At first Afif married Naynay because of his guilt of raping the woman. There was no other reason why he married Naynay other than that. But in just over a month, Afif had already fallen in love with the adorable pregnant woman.
The plan to separate after the child was born had Afif removed from his brain. She doesn't want to force Naynay to continue with her just because of the boy, she also deserves to be happy with the man she loves. But that was then, because now Afif will make Naynay always with him.
The story of that night with Papa-in-law.....
"Aren't you going to accept the boy?" Hendrayan's question succeeded in making Afif surprised. The question immediately hit his heart until it was beating abnormally, faster than usual.
Hendrayan laughed wryly at Afif's body reaction. He put away the chessboard in front of him and started putting up serious mimicry.
"I know that you were the man who raped Naynay" Hendrayan said. "It's not hard for me to know everything."
Already Afif guessed, from the first words of Hendrayan earlier, he had realized that Hendrayan knew something. Hendrayan's question about the child contained by Naynay was too easily captured by Afif.
"It looks like there's been a misunderstanding, Papa-in-Law!" afif said calmly. "I didn't rape her."
Hendrayan nodded little to hear it. "So, can you explain? I want to hear your own version of the story."
Afif gave a small laugh before his flat face was plugged in. "That was all very well planned. As always, business is never free from competition. They intend to take us both down through Naynay. I'm not that stupid to be able to drink that damn drink, Ryan can be off guard too because of their plan."
"Ryan managed to thwart them from uploading my and Naynay's videos that night. My room has the strictest security they can access, plus a little camera that records everything."
Afif took a deep breath before continuing his story. "About Naynay, I've been completely overpowered by that damn drug to fuck her. In the morning, when I took a shower, he left the hotel."
Hendrayan did not react to anything other than just silently listening. "Did you know he was my son?" tanyakanya.
Afif nodded small. "Then, two hours after I got out of the hotel."
"So that's why you put some spies here?"
"Let's.. It turned out that Papa-in-law already knew that as well." Afif smiled broadly.
"Back to my question, aren't you going to accept the boy?" hendrayan asked Afif about the unintentional seed planting that night.
"Naynay's dream has been dashed ever since. She was too good at the show that I didn't know what happened to her. How long are you going to make Naynay your wife?" ask Hendrayan again.
Afif himself is confused. What should he do later? How long will he make Naynay his wife? Until the child is born or.......
"Take off Naynay after the child is born, I won't forbid you from seeing them after parting ways. I can't let my children and grandchildren live without being surrounded by people who love them." Hendrayan left after saying that. Leaving Afif busy with his own thoughts.
Afif's chest pounded again not because he remembered what he discussed with Hendrayan first. Luckily he did not answer anything when Hendrayan asked about how long Naynay would be his wife. He would regret it if he answered at that time.
"I'll wait for him to get rid of his trauma." Afif then busied himself with the file arranged on the table.
"I'm sorry, Young Master."
*****
"Sister, Nay is uncomfortable." Bumil whined while twisting the end of his very short sleep dress. Her nightgown was no longer pajama-shaped, but rather lingerie.
Afif put the laptop in his lap onto the table and walked up to the maniacal Naynay by the bedside.
"Beauty, Nay." Afif held onto Naynay's waist and tightened their bodies.
"Nay didn't want to wear this shirt" Naynay whined as she raised her head until Afif's warm breath hit her face.
"Wear this or not at all?!" Afif issued a threat that equally harmed Naynay.
Afif got into the blanket and hugged Naynay from behind. His lips landed on Naynay's exposed shoulders.
"Now you're gonna graduate, have a plan after?" tanya Afif on the sidelines passed Naynay's shoulder with her lips.
The plans? Naynay has it all. Graduated with the best grades, studied abroad, led the company because Hendrayan was no longer young, and then thought about getting married. But everything was ruined when she was pregnant. Yeah, everybody. When this child is born, Naynay will be preoccupied with taking care of a small baby later.
"Nay sleepy, Brother."
Afif realized that Naynay was avoiding talking about his plans in the future. He turned Naynay's body around until he could see that cute face.
"I haven't allowed you to sleep." Afif bit the cheek of Naynay who pretended to be sleeping.
"Ihhh, sick!"
Afif laughed to see how Naynay whined while rubbing his cheek that had been bitten. Making Naynay upset is Afif's new habit, he really likes to see all the expressions on his wife's cute face.
"Call me baby!!" afif's words suddenly shocked Naynay until her mouth opened.
Seeing Naynay who was just silent, Afif kicked the blanket to get away from Naynay's body. Her body was now on top of Naynay's tiny body.
"You don't want to?" That tone of speech had already begun to cool and contained an invisible threat.
Aaaa... Naynay's heart went crazy when Afif's cold hand touched his thigh. Naynay's body goosebumps instantly.
Naynay's tongue feels stiff when trying to say the word "Honey". But if he just keeps quiet, Afif can take off his shirt.
"Sa-honey," said Naynay in a soft voice.
"I didn't hear." His hand went up a little.
Naynay biting her lower lip held back an amused and frightened. "Darling!!" he said it out loud.
"I didn't tell you to yell that way, but I liked it." His heart was delighted and immediately grabbed Naynay's lips.
Afif was a bit aggressive, the ferocious kiss that he did made Naynay scared. Because of the incident two months ago, in Naynay's memory embedded various scenes created because of his own fear. It was as if Naynay was conscious and remembered everything.
Realizing she was gone, Afif let go of her kiss. He brought the tiny body that began to shake into his arms. Afif cursed in his heart, he could have kissed Naynay like that until his wife was frightened.
"Do not touch Naynay!!" Naynay shouted and rebelled in Afif's arms. His face was soaked in tears.
"It's me, your husband." Afif panicked to find Naynay hysterical like that.
Naynay's cries hardened, causing Afif to panic. He really didn't expect Naynay to be like this.
"Nay, it's me. Do not be afraid," said Afif in a soft voice and looked at the bead of Naynay's eyes that was still in tears.
"Hiks... Nay's afraid...." Replying to Afif's embrace and hiding his face in the chest of the field.
"I'm ready?" asked Afif while kissing the head of his wife.
"His husband is Nay." Naynay's head looked up at Afif. He sobbed, but could still answer Afif's question.
"Yes, I'm your husband. Calm down" whispered Afif right in front of Naynay's face.
"Don't stay in Nay."
"No, sweetie."
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Thanks for waiting for me to come up. My brain is also blank again because it is less healthy.