Pregnant Whose Child ?!

chap 16: I am your husband!

Devan flushed his body under the bathroom shower in his room.

Still wearing his full outfit. The heat within him must be extinguished. A shadow of Angga's face disturbed his mind. The face that seemed to have lost its spirit. His anger arises, Devan is angry at himself. The man added to the power of the water flushing him.

For almost an hour and a half Devan was in the bathroom, and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Devan walked into the dressing room, wearing a dark green T-shirt with white trousers. Devan came out of his room, walking towards the kitchen. Angga is cooking there. Prepare dinner.

Their eyes meet. Angga immediately lowered his face, as did Devan, who turned his face away.

Why is this wrong behavior? batin Angga and Devan

Devan sat at the dining table not far from the kitchen, holding his face to see Angga busy cutting something.

"Yesaaa...."

Devan stood up anxiously walking quickly towards Angga. The girl was seen pressing the finger that was spitting blood.

Devan took Angga's hand and inserted the bloody finger into his mouth. Their eyes accidentally meet again. They both misbehave again. Angga pulled his hand.

"Other times be careful." Devan shifted his gaze carelessly.

"D-yes." Angga.

"I-I got you the wound plaster." Devan passed taking the wound plaster and came back again, Carefully Devan placed the plaster on the wound of Angga.

Their eyes are back together. Both of them immediately turned their eyes. Devan sat back at the table. Angga also returned with his activities.

That night they ate quietly, without any conversation. Only awkwardness enveloped them. The night was getting late, and each one was under a blanket and closed his eyes.

The next morning, Angga had a severe morning sickness, until he went limp. Devan was frustrated to see him, because he could not do much.

"We'll just do the doctor."so Devan panicked."No. gabe. You must have limp. I'll just call the doctor."

In a panic Devan ran into his room, calling the family doctor.

"Before a moment doctor Evan came here.be patient." saw the hard-earned Angga come out of the bathroom. Devan immediately carried him back to the room. Laying down the Anga carefully. Devan was about to straighten his back, but his clothes were firmly grasped by Angga.

"Don't go."his love is soft."Keep me company."

Devan was silent, staring at the girl in front of him.

Anga regained consciousness from her sleep, she felt something warm beside her.

Hmm, this roll is so warm. Fragrant again.Batin Angga without opening his eyes.

Angga continued to bring his body closer to his bolster, with his eyes closed.

It's very comfortable here. Wait for. Angga felt something strange with his scroll. Angga began to grop his bolsters. down each of his necks. Anga realized it was not a roll. The girl opened her eyes.

This it? Whose chest of fields is it? the inner space prays the head. The hand is also coiled in its body.

Mas Devan! batiin Angga immediately sat up. looking around. This is my room. What is Devan doing in my room?

Angga saw his left hand attached to an infusion hose.

Wh why?

"are you awake?"

Angga turned towards Devan who was seen opening one eye, blinked and rubbed it.

"why is Devan sleeping here?"

Devan wakes up and looks at Angga with his pillow face.

"Don't you remember that you were trying to get me to sleep next to you?"

Angga surprised. His mouth was gawking, his eyes were getting more and more bulky.

"really?"enthusiastic did not believe.

"Heemhhh.." Devan nodded.

Angga touched both of his cheeks that were flushed with embarrassment.

Devan scratched his head, though,

"You really don't remember anything?"

Angga nodded quickly.

"So morning you were having morning sicknes. I kept calling the doctor." Devan said getting out of bed. "eat him on the infusion. You were so weak."

Angga still gawking in disbelief. Angga watch the clock. His mouth is getting rounder, though,

At 12 noon? Did I sleep that long?

"i have to make lunch" while running

"Hey the infusion"Devan pulled Angga's hand to make the girl fall into Devan's arms. For a moment they sat with each other until the two realized and moved away from each other, causing an awkward atmosphere.

"I-I'm going to the kitchen" Angga finally said.

"Don't! let me just. You're still attached to the infusion. And I think you still need a break." prevent Devan fast.

"It's okay, Devan." Angga pulled the pole.

"Don't be reckless!"Devan holds down the Infusion pole.

"Let me go! I'm strong."

"Don't!"

"this is my job"

They both end up pulling the infusion and throwing each other a sentence of rebuttal. Until it was decided, they cooked together.

"I've called the nurse to have your infusion removed" said Devan, who was cutting the sausage.

"Aaaa. yaah." Angga is also cutting carrots and radishes.

Momentary silence.

"Mmmm... Mas Devan."

"Heem?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Because it's been so good to me."

"That's because it's my duty."

"You're a good employer."

Devan was silent for a moment from his activity cutting the sausage.

"No!" devan said, "I'm your husband."

Angga turned his head, looking at Devan who was also staring fixedly at him. Their eyes clashed with each other, but none of them wanted to turn away.

Devan slashed the distance, cupped Angga's face and kissed him, it seemed like the desire within him had not completely extinguished. Devan melummatt, twisting Angga's tongue, sucking out Saliva in Angga's mouth.

Angga closed his eyes, starting to enjoy the gentle touch of Devan's tongue. Slowly Angga moved his lips, grappled and twisted with Devan's tongue.

He's repaying me!

Devan deepens his kiss. Shifting every object on the table, lifting Angga's body and sitting there with his lips still. They were tongue-tinning for quite a while. Until with a heavy heart Devan removed the soft lips Angga, because he heard the voice of Angga's stomach that began to protest.

Devan smiled amusedly. The sound of Angga's stomach really can't be compromised. The girl was embarrassed. Devan raised Angga's chin with his finger, sipping once again those soft lips.

"Shut up here. Let me cook for you."Said Devan while rubbing Angga's wet lips.

"But I..."

"Sstttt.." Devan's finger was attached to Angga's lips."Nurut. Quiet here. Later you will be addicted to my cooking."with a teasing smile on his face.

Angga looked at Devan by biting his lips, he hesitated and felt uneasy. He still feels as ART Devan even though the man has already confirmed Angga as his wife.