Pregnant Whose Child ?!

The Chap 30

Angga opened his eyes, staring at the door that had just closed. He sighed, then got up and hung his legs on the bed.

"It looks like Mas Devan had the trauma of being betrayed. That's why he was so rude earlier, but if so wouldn't it just make his partner leave?"lirih Angga with sad eyes.

Angga touched his chest and closed his eyes.

"It still hurts Devan."he said, "Should I forgive you?" the memory of Devan's harsh treatment made his tears drip again.

Drifttt...

Angga's phone rang. Angga grabbed his phone on the nightstand.Message from an anonymous number. Angga.

("are you okay?- Yo il")

Angga sighed, though,

Why'd he call me? Was he worried about the incident?

Angga returned to sigh. Angga put the phone back. Now the phone is turning to ring. Angga took another hp, call phone from yo il. Angga paused for a moment, then lifted him up.

"Hallo?"

("Are you okay?")han Yo Il's voice.

"Heemmm. yes."

("Why is your voice weak? Did Devan hurt you?")Yo Il's voice sounded anxious.

"I'm fine."

Silent. No sound from either of them.

"I hung up on him."

("Wait, if you get into trouble, you can look for me")

"All right."

("Sleep well.Good night.")

"Heemhhh.."

Call ended. Angga breathed a little.

"I have to keep my distance from Yo Il so that Devan mas does not misunderstand anymore" Angga muttered.

Angga returned to his bed. He tried to go back to sleep, but his eyes would not sleep. Angga also tried various positions, but still did not want to fall asleep.

Angga sat awake. He was confused, confused himself why he still did not want to sleep. Angga stared at his stomach which had started to bulge. He stroked his stomach.

"My little one, why don't you sleep?"

"Why do you keep getting nervous?"

"Did you miss your papa?"

"You want to sleep with her?"

Angga let out a long sigh, he rubbed his stomach again.

"How about we eat first, then sleep and do not make the mother anxious. Heeem?"

Angga got out of his bed, walking slowly towards the kitchen. Angga opened the storage. His mouth was pursed, nothing made him tasteful. Then switch to open the refrigerator door.

There are some fruits. Angga picked it up, peeled it and cut it into pieces. He sat down at the table, enjoying the fruit.

After all the fruit is gone. The goose again caresses the stomach.

"My little one don't make mom nervous anymore huh. We're sleeping."

Angga walked towards his room, Angga stared at the closed door of Devan's room. Angga paused for a moment. Staring at his stomach.

"Don't ask mom to go in there. It hurt mom. Heeemm?"

Angga rubbed his stomach, he stepped definitely into his room. The goose stopped again. He turned to look at Devan's room again. Angga rubbed his stomach.

"Mother please, don't be like this dear."

Somehow Angga kept wanting to enter Devan's room. Until she just wants to cry. Maybe the baby boy wants to sleep with his dad, like the nights before.

Angga continued to fight against his will, but the more he tried, the greater the desire. Looks like he really should get in there.

With the rest of the courage he had, Angga walked over to the door of Devan's room. Carefully, Angga opened it.

"This one time, but you don't make trouble for mom. heemm?" whispered Angga stroking his stomach.

Angga murmured near the bed, where Devan fell asleep.

It seems like Mas Devan is asleep. I'll sleep next to him for the sake of the little guy. Tomorrow early in the morning I will get up and leave before Mas Devan wakes up. - Batin Angga plans.

Angga crawled up the bed slowly hoping Devan would not wake up. Angga took the most comfortable position for her and small in her stomach. Angga swerved to face Devan, wrapping the man's hand in his stomach. So that his little one feels he is already where he wants to be.

The little smiling Angga looked at Devan's calm face in his dream.

His face was so soft and calm. Why if she was angry so a minute that.- Angga's mind looks sad at her husband.

Angga closed his eyes. His chest again throbbed considering how Devan was biting his physical body in turn. Very rude. Her tears fell until she fell asleep too.

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Devan opened his eyes. There was something else he felt. Devan commented with a smile to find his wife sleeping in front of him. Devan gently touched Angga's lips, moving into her closed eyes.

Angga bellowed, Devan's gurgles closed his eyes again, pretending to be asleep. Angga blinked, opening his eyes. Angga looked at the clock on the nightstand.

Half-past five in the morning. Angga looked at Devan's closed face. Anga gets up and moves. He had to leave Devan's room before he woke up.

As soon as the door closed, Devan's eyes opened. Devan smiled.

It seems he's not that angry with me. It's a relief. - Inner Devan.

Time shows at seven in the morning. Devan sat at the dinner table. With a breakfast meal prepared by Bi Biyan. Devan glanced at the door of Angga's tightly closed room. Devan approached the door. His hand was raised, floating before he could knock. Devan.

Devan is back in the dinner shirt. Look at the breakfast menu that does not make it tasteful. Devan breathed and threw it away. He started his breakfast without Angga. He thinks maybe Angga still doesn't want to see it. Until he locked himself in his room. And chose to leave the room before Devan woke up.

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In Angga's room, sit and lean on the head of the bed. Angga stared at the phone. There was a message from Mona asking if the money she asked for was there or not. He wanted it this afternoon.

("give me your account number.")

Message sent. Before long Angga got a reply.

("Are you crazy? I want cash.")

Angga sighed again.

How do I get out? What if Devan doesn't go to work? Or, how do I trick bi Biyan? Haaaaahhh. Thought Angga hid his face between his hands.

A few hours later, Angga looked out of his room through the door. See if Devan has left for work or not. Angga did not see her husband. The goose grumbled out of the room.

Angga saw Bi Biyan in the kitchen. Angga.

"Good morning Bi," She approached.

Bi Biyan. "For Miss Angga. I'll prepare breakfast for you."

"Yes. Thanks." Thanks." Angga sat at the dinner table, he was looking for Devan.

"Mas Devan?"

"Mr Devan has already left for Miss Angga's work."

"Aaahh, it's a relief" said Angga staring at the corn soup that Bi Biyan had just laid with omelet and fried intestine.

"Thank you Bi Biyan" he said. "Bi Biyan has breakfast?"

"Udah Miss Angga." Bi biyan replied stepping with a tray in her hand back to the kitchen.

"Eee, Bi Biyan, I'll be out for a while."

"Well Miss Angga, I'll be with you."

"No, I can't do it myself." Angga's response.

"But Mr. Devan asks to always be with you, miss." said Bi Biyan.

"I'm just going to a friend's house. It's not good for bi Biyan to come."

"But...."

"Please Bi, I'll tell him later too. Huuummm?"

Bi Biyan looked at Angga who was begging for it. He finally agreed to it."But Miss has to let Mr. Devan."

"Heeeemmmm..." Angga nodded happily.

After breakfast, Angga immediately went to the bank, took the money of ten million. Then he made a deal with Mona to meet at a restaurant not far from the apartment.

At the agreed-upon restaurant, Angga sat pensively with an Oren juice in front of him. Mona came and sat in front of him.

"You got the money?"

Angga looked at Mona. "Houuumm."

Mona smiled with satisfaction.

Angga took out a brown envelope from his bag and placed it on the table. Mona reached out her hand about to take over the envelope, rushing, Angga pulled it back.

"YOU.." - furious Mona.

"I want, you delete the photo first" said Angga ventured. He knew Mona would ask again and again if she still had the photo. While Angga to get money that alone must go through a day like yesterday. Angga will not be able to.

"Mahaha..." Mona laughed mockingly."So you're trying to negotiate with me?"

"Sound the village girl! I have the right here. You weren't. If I wanted to, I could have sent you this photo by now."

"Just try sending it. You're not gonna get anything. Mas Devan won't come back to you. He's already very disappointed in you. And one more. If you send me that picture, he'll know you're blackmailing me right now. You will also lose." said Angga with a trembling voice, he had to dare to make a sound, so that he would no longer experience this kind of thing in the future.

Mona smiled in annoyance. It's true what this girl said. All right, than I got nothing, Mona thought.

"All right." Mona agreed, of course greeted by a smile sumringah Angga. He pulled out his phone and showed Angga he had deleted the photos.

"You satisfied? Give me the money."

Angga shifted the brown envelope on the table towards Mona. Mona smiled with satisfaction.

"I want to show you something." Mona takes out a printed photo and puts it on her desk, then pushes it in front of Angga.

Angga's eyes widened to see the picture of the printed photo.

"You..."

"Next I want fifteen million."

"What??" Angga stared in disbelief. This woman is very sly, thought Angga.

"You want me to send you this photo?" a sly smile adorned Mona's face. By showing another photo.

Angga was angry, he had been deceived, the girl's eyes were reddened so angry, a moment later his face changed, seeing the figure behind Mona swept the photo that Mona held. Mona flinched in surprise and looked over.

Seriate....

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Readers, who do you think it is?

a. Devan

b. Steve or Han Yo Il

c. Madame Cory

d. don't know

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