Our Baby's!
GIVE BIRTH
"Baby Je, the strong one! Let's fight together even though there is no Papi figure who— aww! Baby Je! Don't kick Mami's belly too tight, honey!"
Secretly Kalandra overhears all of Joanna's conversations with her baby. Feeling moved and pityed because Joanna rarely complained to her about the weight of carrying the burden alone.
If Joanna had not been stubborn, hiding who the father of the baby was, maybe Kalandra would have helped Joanna find the man and bring him to meet Joanna right now.
Joanna's gestational age entered the number eight. That means, less than one more month— Joanna will give birth.
Then about Kalandra and Daren's marriage had to be pushed back. Kalandra did not let Joanna give birth alone especially in the country of people.
Therefore, Kalandra asked Daren and his family for understanding until they agreed to postpone the event.
Allowing Kalandra to accompany Joanna until her condition was restored.
"Baby Je, if you're naughty Mami will mar— ahk! Why does my stomach suddenly startle, ouch!"
Joanna's little laugh turned into a cry of pain that made Kalandra clasped towards her.
"Johanna! What the hell's going on? Uh! Your amniotic water!"
Joanna didn't realize something was flowing between her thighs. All turned even more frantic as Joanna did not stop shouting while straining.
It was as if she wanted her baby to come out quickly so that she would not be in pain anymore.
With trembling hands, Kalandra immediately contacted the hospital and asked for an ambulance because Kalandra could not focus on driving in an emergency like this.
"Remove your breath, Joanna! You and Baby Je can definitely get through this."
Kalandra's intention was good, but Joanna's response was just the opposite.
"CAN'T! MY STOMACH HURTS ONCE— AHK! BABY JE! PLEASE COOPERATE, BABY! DON'T KEEP YOUR MOM IN PAIN!"
Joanna was trying to push, exactly like the simulation of childbirth that she saw on youtube and make Kalandra more panicked.
Even Kalandra's face was paler than Joanna whose body was already wet from the sweat that was pouring.
"MAKE THEM COME SOONER, KALANDRA! GOOD GOD! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT GIVING BIRTH WAS THIS PAINFUL!"
Joanna kept yelling at Kalandra until her body trembled; scared, panicked and upset.
Even when he wanted to contact the hospital again, Kalandra's hands did not stop shaking.
Like facing the death penalty!
"KALAL— AHK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH? WHY JUST SHUT UP? PAIN, KALANDRA!"
"CAN'T BE PATIENT? I ALSO TRIED TO CONTACT THE HOSPITAL, JOANNA!" bentak Kalandra no less hard.
His patience was over with Joanna and her screams.
Yes, Kalandra knows. It hurts so much, like your life is on the edge of your head but the ambulance is on its way. Kalandra could do nothing but hold Joanna's hand which was also tightly grasping her hand as a grip.
After all, this is Europe not Indonesia. To reach the main door, it takes a few minutes and not always be able to find the existence of people gathered on the porch of the house to gossip or something.
So free Kalandra yells for help, please, no one will hear because in addition to the house in the area has a wide page— they also prefer to spend time with work or quality time with their families.
"Pull your breath and throw it away! You and Baby Je can survive! Ambulance is coming soon! Oh that's them!"
The siren ambulance sounds began to sound.
Kalandra's knowledge of pregnant women is not much until Kalandra is confused by the predictions of doctors who do not match the time of giving birth to Joanna from previous examinations.
"Oh my God, it hurts so much! I can't take it anymore, Kala. Papa, Mama ... I'm sorry."
"Yes, patience! Take your breath and don't panic. We'll be in the hospital soon."
Her second cry broke. Kalandra repeatedly tried to calm Joanna and told her to pray so that the woman's labor could run smoothly.
Likewise, on the contrary, Joanna continued to apologize and say things that were not so that Kalandra had to hold back her emotions so as not to yell at her Friend who was struggling to give birth to her Baby.
...••••••...
Jean just finished a meeting with the company's top brass.
Scolding their poor performance in providing services at this Hotel to discuss data leaks that are deliberately done by fraudulent employees and sell it to one of the competitors.
"Sir Jean, wait a minute!"
"What's wrong, Miss Hazel?"
"Sorry, Sir. I just want to remind you of your dinner with Miss Raflesia tonight."
"Eat dinner?"
Hazel showed me a photo tucked between the sheets she was carrying, "Mr David told me to put that dinner on the agenda today, sir."
"Whatever. Just set everything."
Jean looks calm even though in his heart he condemned the matchmaking plan made by his father without discussing with him first.
"I've reserved a suitable place for you berkej–"
"Hazel!"
"Sorry, Sir. That is, your meeting and Miss Raflesia will be held at Universe Restaurant at seven."
"Make sure you're doing it right! Send us a photo as proof to make Papa believe, okay!"
Jean's stomach suddenly felt heartburn. Jean didn't want to poop. For that, Jean immediately drove his car to get home quickly.
Maybe he was too forced to work until his ulcer disease relapsed.
Might?
...••••••...
"Yes, yeah! I know, Mama! Hm, I can take care of myself. Yes already? I hung up on him."
Rosa arrived in America two hours ago. But she can't wait to meet someone who will soon be her future husband.
He picked up some of the dresses that will be worn for the meeting tonight.
It was as if his dream was about to materialize.
At seven o'clock in the night.
Everything was specially prepared. Table and food, ordered as directed.
Together they had been caught on camera by someone who sat not far from the table of the two couples.
"Arjean Soenser."
Jean reached out one hand at the brunette-haired female figure who looked misbehaved when stared at by her.
Jean was ordinary. Like someone who just met at the first meeting.
"Rafle– ekhem! Rosalinda Raflesia Arnoldi's. Nice to meet you, Je."
Jean's forehead shriveled. Didn't like the lady's close-knit call to her.
Sounds excessive but Jean who is not used to dealing with women emotionally like this, making him immediately pull back his hand and let Raflesia sit down immediately so that their dinner can be finished quickly.
"No need to misunderstand me because this dinner has been arranged by my father. By the way ..."
Jean caught a change of dislike in Raflesia's face when she heard her tone just now, "Where did you know my Papa from? I've never seen you before?"
"Om David was one of my Papa's colleagues, Jean. Owner of Jopy Corporation."
"Ah, you're Mr. Dery's daughter apparently–"
"Om Dery, Jean. Call my dad like that just to be more familiar."
Raflesia— or commonly called Rosa, is indeed insensitive.
I never realized that he was the only one who was happy about tonight's meeting.
Jean wants to go home soon instead of spending time with a woman she doesn't like.
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