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"What should I do to you ?" He stared at his flat stomach.
 
"Ayoooo...say, what should I do to you ?" Now the tone of voice Kemala a bit high. He was angry at his stomach. "How can you be in here ?" A little smack in his stomach.
 
"Do you know your father doesn't want me ? What do you want then ?"
 
"You're just a mistake. Your father even tortured me that night. He just considers all an accident. So, how can you be ?" His eyes began to glaze over.
 
"He left me. I don't even know where he is now ".
 
"And you, why should there be you ? Whyaaaa ?" Kemala shouted in anger.
 
"Your father is now happy, living with the woman he loves. Do you know that ?"
 
"Why, why should there be you ? I didn't expect any of this to happen. You're just a mistake, I can't stand it ! I can't stand ". The loud voice between her tears.
 
"How do I grow you later ? What people say, I'm a woman with the status of a wife, but left without the word divorce. And you, what do people say about you ? You were born out of disdain and we don't have a father !" He was crying while rubbing his stomach.
 
"No, I can't be in that situation. I have too much to sacrifice. My parents' good name, my future, my job. No. forgive me. I can't ". Kemala stopped the movement of rubbing his stomach.
 
"You better not see this world. You better go ". With all his might, Kemala tried to stand up.
 
"I'm sorry, but it's better you never have ". He looked at his face in the mirror, over the sink.
 
"You heard ". Suddenly Kemala was crying again. "You better never be !"
 
"Miss, missaaaaa ". The female servant of Kemala heard the voice of Kemala's cry. Quickly he approached Kemala to the bathroom.
 
 
"What's up ? What's wrong, miss, why are you angry ? Do you know, a bad mood can affect the fetus. That's not very good !" The waiter tried to help Kemala get back to his bed.
 
"Let's just be ". He was a little rebellious. "I don't want him to be born, nobody wants him. Good he died ".
 
"Oh my God, what's the big lady ?" The servant managed to sit Kemala in his bed. Raise both legs Kemala and tend the frail body leaned against the head of the bed. "Sin, big sin is miss, my God.remove all that cruel thought !"
 
"No one wants him !" Again, hysterical. "He was just a mistake. I hate him, I hate Edo..
I hate ".
 
"Yes.....God, miss ". The waiter hugged Kemala tightly. Swiping my dear back Kemala, let Kemala cry as much. She let out a little heavy weight which made her look very miserable.
 
"Miss child is innocent. Never think that cruel. The child is a gift, he is holy, he is not a mistake. If miss hates Mr. Edo, then don't be a child ! Do you know, out there a lot of married couples can do anything to have children ? And lady, when you get that gift, why hate him ? Why even mean the same thing to him ?"Â The waiter hugged Kemala.
 
"Try lady ask little heart, miss. Is it true that Miss doesn't want it ? The figure of a tiny baby whose eyes might look like the eyes of a girl, or maybe her hair will look like the hair of a girl. Little baby who is very affectionate to the lady, where the lady poured out all the best love miss. Will wait for the lady at the door every day while calling Miss Mother. Doesn't miss want it ?" The waiter felt his shoulders shake.
"Miss will be her first love, miss's language will be hers. Miss's smile will be practiced. That kind of thing Miss can throw away ?"
 
"But, but Edo doesn't want me. What else is this boy ". Kemala's voice was very soft.
 
"I don't know what's going on between Miss and Mr. Edo. I'm sorry, I can't give you any advice for that. But, if I may advise a little miss. Try Miss Edo's phone and tell her that Miss is pregnant with her child ! I am sure that there will not be a father in this world who can refuse his baby ". Long advice from the waiter.
 
"But.... ", Kemala looked doubtful.
 
"Try first lady, at least miss knows what will happen. Don't let the lady regret !" The servant took his arms off Kemala. Tidying up Kemala's hair and removing tears from those sunken eyes.
 
"All right, I'll try ". He took a long breath. "Please get me my hape !".