Naura Keyra

Kang Bulshit

Feeling the car he was riding stopped moving, Keyra's eyelids then open. The woman looked around, her surroundings seemed familiar to her. Outside it is still raining even though it is just a trickle, the air still feels cold.

"Apart you?"

Rafka nodded slowly and took off her seat belt and turned to Keyra. "I won't do anything about you, Ra. Unless you want to. How can I refuse." His voice chuckled lightly.

Keyra's memory was thrown at the scene 5 weeks ago. Where he was raped by Rafka in one of these apartment units. The woman daydreamed until she did not realize Rafka who was standing next to her, was preparing to hold a sleeping Milan.

"Don't mostly daydream. Come in, Ra."

Keyra looked up at Rafka's back holding Milan. The woman moved while justifying her messy hairdo.

Arriving at Rafka's apartment, he saw the man was laying Milan on the bed which made him remember the incident last time. Keyra snorted angrily waiting for Rafka to return from the room.

His eyes circulate to observe the apartment Rafka neatly arranged and impressed masculine. The woman ducked and took a figura containing a photo of a woman being embraced by a man in full doctor suit.

Keyra smiled faintly at the photo. A photo of him with Rafka after the man officially became a doctor at one of the top hospitals in the capital. However, the photo was immortalized at Rafka's home which was deliberately renovated massively for Keyra.

Before long the smile turned cold and Keyra immediately chuckled incisively. He put the figura in the original place once he realized there was Rafka who was watching it.

"Milan's asleep. You don't want to sleep either?"

Keyra did not answer. And the silence of Keyra, making Rafka directly approach Keyra and push slowly the woman's shoulder to sit on the sofa.

"Lately, you've been feeling pregnant, Ra?"

"Where are you?"

Rafka's eyes break the pattern. "So you're really pregnant?" Said surprised. 'Guess my boongin afterlife. Rafka block! The boy was there when your relationship with Naura was invalid!'

Keyra nodded at him. "Yes," replied Keyra casually. Another with his heart pounding heard Rafka's question. He recalled his menstrual schedule and instantly the woman was suffocated in the heart.

'Any time when you get pregnant? Where buset did not take the Pill anymore, I guess-' Keyra who still sat still when Rafka clasped one hand and kissed him long ago.

"It's gaada alesan for you to refuse. Our baby needs me."

The plot!

"Ouch!"

After hitting Rafka's hand, Keyra inched backwards while looking at Rafka lightly. "This is not your son. This is Mark's son, my future husband!"

Initially Rafka was silent with her jaw tightening. But not long after, the man chuckled slanted and approached Keyra and raised Keyra's chin with his index finger.

"You think I'll be fooled again first? Milan is my son, but you acknowledge him first as the son of the End. And, I know you're not that cheap, baby.."

"You know what you know about me now?!"

Rafka was still staring at him before another sound could be heard. Keyra touched her stomach and turned her face away. Her cheeks are really heating up now. It felt like the woman wanted to scream right now. Why does her stomach have to go off at a time like this?

"Our son needs an intake."

Keyra glared in annoyance. "I'm not pregnant!"

"Your worms need intake" Rafka's errat does not want to argue anymore.

There was no other choice, no words spoken. Keyra could only nod in resignation as rafka pulled her hand towards the kitchen.

"Make me sure."

"The lager is me!"

With his head slightly tilted, Rafka looked at the old Keyra. "I can't cook. Masakin I love."

"For so long ask to be slit yes lo!"

"By the way."

"Lo asked to be slashed!"

Keyra faltered as Rafka stepped forward. He reflexively took a step back until his back touched the wall. "Don't macem-macem Afka! We-"" Rafka's hand touched Keyra's nape until the woman's speech stopped. Ducking down, Rafka touches Keyra's nose with her nose. Their lips slowly fused together.

The longer Rafka gets less brazen. Keyra also forcefully bit Rafka's lower lip until it bled when her breath began to falter.

"A-i-i-"

Rafka did not let Keyra say anymore, he moved back and approached the cold cupboard. His hands ransacked the contents of the refrigerator which must have been filled by his men.

Rafka cleared her throat and offered the food she wanted for Keyra to cook.

"Moor? Meat? Afka, I don't like it! Nausea of the meat decks," Keyra brushed off Rafka's hand and ran small to the room where Milan was. Not hearing Rafka's light-heartedness still looking at his back.

Keyra sat on the edge of the mattress while trying to calm her stomach that kept ringing. He currently wants to eat egg rolls flavored with spicy sausage. Even her hunger level is increasingly becoming recalling that.

For a long time he was in that room with his mouth shut. His eyes were always focused on the open window of the room, displaying the night sky still dripping with rain.

His hand he slipped on top of Milan covered in a blanket. His eyes began to weigh heavily and were about to fall asleep hugging his son. But the sound of the door opening made Keyra awake again.

He looked back and found Rafka walking towards the sofa with a tray. "Eat, Ra. I'm your favorite agent."

Keyra moved and approached her ex-husband. He looked hungry at what the man was carrying. No need to be shy, he went into the bathroom and washed his face and hands. Keyra is back with a fresher face than before.

The woman began to eat the oyster-sauce shrimp voraciously and was unaware of Rafka's grin. Now Keyra's priority is, her stomach is full.

"Well, don't you offer to eat, Ra?"

Keyra looked up at Rafka. Then he returned to his small head down to observe the already barren air. "Abis," he replied feeling a little guilty. Keyra also thrust another plate containing salad to Rafka. "The doctor should eat healthy. That's for you."

Because of anxiety, Rafka immediately pinched Keyra's cheek that was quite filled not like before. "The prettier the pregnant."

Keyra chokes his drink at Rafka's words. "Don't get me wrong! I'm not pregnant, Af. It was just kidding doang." He said quickly after Rafka helped pat him on the nape. "Who's pregnant, you're wrong. It's because the same hull cluster I relapsed, so don't expect much!"

"Yes-yes I believe."

Keyra breathed a sigh of relief with her sweet smile making Rafka stunned to see the smile return.

"Beautiful, don't marry each other? Same with me."

Keyra's flat smile lay on Rafka. "Who are you, what do I get?"

"Flattering with me."

"Mark is more handsome."

"Satisfaction in bed. You can get that every time."

Keyra glances at Rafka. "Mark is more macho, more satisfied than you."

"By the way again!"

Again Keyra gets a threatening tone from the former. As he got off the sofa, Rafka's hand held him. Keyra's lips kamit when Rafka's eyes turn sharp and cold.

"We're talking in the next room. I don't want Milan to wake up because we're fighting here."

Keyra looked at Milan lying on the bed. "Is it because you know that Tio is not your son, Milan immediately get attention, hm?" Keyra's words made Rafka stop moving.

"From the beginning, I always pay attention to Milan even though he is not aware. You know what it's like to see him whining for attention? I'm sick, Naura. He always keeps everything up about you." Rafka sizzled slowly. "And when I went to the Hereafter, I was sicker when Milan called you Aunt instead of Mama."

"Don't cape be Kang Bulshit, Af?" Tanya Keyra pretended to be in disbelief. "I can't make Milan call me 'Mama' Af.. There's no way she'd believe this stranger was the one who gave birth to her."

"Well, let him call you Mama." Reply Rafka with a crisp joke.

"Just die! Why can't you?!" (Just shut it down! Why aren't you dead?!) Keyra sounds cruel. Instead of being angry, Rafka laughed while hitting the top of Keyra's head slowly

"Let me make amends, Ra. Be happy you are with Milan until the end that picks me up." Rafka said. There was no doubt in his voice and eyes. And for some reason, Keyra's tears went straight down her cheeks to hear it.

They did not realize, there was Milan who heard the conversation until the end with eyes closed tightly.

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