Pregnant Whose Child ?!

Chap 3

Devan had just finished his bath, wrapped around a towel around his waist, he began shaving fine hairs on his face in front of the sink that connected with the bathroom . Suddenly a woman barged in directly towards the toilet and spewed out her entire stomach .

" Hooooeeekk... Hoooeekk...

Devan stops his activity from slowly approaching .

"You okay?" tanyanya , slightly leaning towards Angga.

Angga surprised. Heyy?! Shouldn't he be alone right now? Why is there someone else in this apartment? Could it be the owner? Why is he still at home? Shouldn't he be in the office at this hour?

All those questions were flogging in his head. He's still a little nauseous. Back Angga spewed out his entrails. Geez why can't this stomach compromise?

Devan kneels the nape and back of Angga gently and painstakingly.

"If you don't feel well you should go home first" said Devan offered , looking concerned Angga who looked tormented by vomiting.

"Sa-I'm fine. Sorry for me. It'll be over soon." Angga's reply was lethargic.

"You sure?"

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Angga sitting limp on the living room sofa. Before long, Devan shows up with a glass of warm tea. She's fully dressed now. She's got warm tea on Angga's hands.

"Drink first. Warm tea will make you feel better."

Angga sipped slowly. Angga again tendered his body on the sofa.

"Sorry, my Master, that troubles you."

Devan smiled.

"It's okay. Are you feeling better?"

Angga nodded slowly even though his head was still a little dizzy, but the nausea in his stomach began to shrink. At least Angga already feel better even though his face still looks pale. Angga should start working again, and as soon as possible go home for a break.

Angga moved from his sitting. Restarting his activities. Patently transporting trash and cleaning up space by space. Maybe because yesterday it was cleaned so there was little dust.

Angga walked through the living room to see his master just sitting there with a book in his hand. Angga looked, though,

"sorry. Why are you home? Shouldn't you be in the office at this hour?" Angga ventured to ask.

Devan looked at him fixedly. Makes the Anga a little clumsy.

"Does that bother you?"

Angga was stunned obviously he felt stifled.

"A.. Sorry excuse me. I've all done it."

"Make me food first." Devan read the book he was holding.

After putting back the trash he was about to throw away, Angga walked towards the kitchen. Look at the contents of the refrigerator to check what might be cooked.

It's blank! Just a drink.

Devan gawking.

"really?"

"Yes, you have just come home. I'll order some food between you."

After saying goodbye. Angga went straight home and slept in his room.

The following days Angga returned to his work. At 9.30 wib Angga deliberately came a little afternoon, hopefully his employer really has gone to work. Carefully Angga opened the apartment and entered. Lonely! Happily! Angga was very grateful. The employer does not exist. Angga can work more freely.

The apartment looks clean. Not much is scattered. Angga just mopped and swept also wiped some stuff. Angga sighed. It's strange! Why is the apartment so clean. There's not even dust in there. Angga saw on the refrigerator door there was a memo attached. It seems to be aimed at him. Or read: angga read:

Please make me some food. I'll be home this afternoon at 16:00. Thank ye.

that's how the message is.

Angga opened the refrigerator. Inside there are eggs, macaroni, spaghetti noodles and spices, lettuce, squid and shrimp. Angga. What he wants to cook.

What does the employer want? Finally Angga took out all the ingredients and the origin of the cooking menu. Angga cooks cheerfully. I don't know why he's happy. Angga turned on the music on his phone, and tuned Indian songs while cooking Angga was swaying.

On the other side in a different place. Devan stared at the screen on his phone. He smiled as if he had just gotten an entertaining spectacle. Some days Devan is indeed paying attention to his new ART activities through CCTV installed in every room of his apartment, except the room and bathroom of course. Until Gerald unknowingly entered his room.

" Mister."

"Mr Dev."

Devan was still smiling regardless of his assistant who had called out to him.

" Mister Devan!" Gerald raised his voice, leaving Devan shocked and turned to him with an annoyed and cold look. Up to make his assistant hot coldly stared at like that.

"Sorry Mr. Devan. I knocked on the door but it seemed to focus on your screen. I've called you from earlier."

"What's wrong?"

"Miss Mona is looking for you in front of Mr. Devan."

"Tell him I'm busy."

"It's Master, but Miss insists on meeting you."

"Then tell him to wait."

"Miss is forcing to meet now, sir."

"Tell him, go home or wait." Devan said. "Talk's done. Come out when there's nothing else."

"Good sir."

Assistant out. Devan returned to his activity staring at his cellphone screen. Devan smiled back at his ART cooking while swaying. Devan's new hoby now.

"BRRAAAKKKK!"

The door opened violently.