Pregnant Whose Child ?!

Chap 7's

Angga was sitting limp in the car, his hands clutching a photo of USG.

It's over now. You know if I'm pregnant. He must have fired me. He must have felt deceived. How'this?

Angga's tears shed. He just let her wet his cheek.

Devan was silent. He focused on driving. Until they reach the apartment. Entering elevator. They're still quiet with each other. Angga looks riled up. All the bad things continue to multiply in his head.

You will definitely fire me. Maybe after this he'll kick me out. What am I supposed to do? Where will I live? What will I find a job for? No one is going to hire a pregnant woman. What am I supposed to do now?

Angga back sobbing small. Devan glanced at him. I want him to embrace that body. But he knows his position. Devan doesn't want to lose control like before. He didn't know what the girl was thinking either.

When entering Devan's house still hasn't said anything. Makes Angga more riled up.

Devan steps into Angga's room opening the door. Makes Angga continue to imagine himself being expelled.

"Rest. You must be tired."

Anga jerks. He's a little surprised. He thought his Master would throw him out, but this he instead told him to rest.

Angga stared at him full.

"If you need anything, you can call me."

"My master...."

As if knowing what Angga was going to say, Devan smiled.

"Congratulations, on your pregnancy. You must take good care of her."Close the door.

Angga stumbled in his room.

What did you just say? Why did he congratulate me?

Angga had laid his body in bed. When the knocking on the door he heard.

"Just a moment." get out of bed and walk to the door.

CZECH.

Devan's handsome face was already in front of the open door, smiling in a friendly manner. Makes the heart beat faster.

Is this the effect of hormones?

"Evening is ready. Come out."Invite Devan to make Angga feel bad.

Devan, whose employer, even made dinner. While she sleeps in the room.

"Sorry sir. I should have been the.."

"That's it. Come out." Pull Angga's hand.

Angga glanced at his hand that Devan was holding. Makes his face red. His heart was pounding his chest.

What's with me?

Devan pulls a chair for Angga to sit. That night they ate together at the same table.

Devan smiles.

"This is just my humanity. Don't think too much."

A little swine.

Aye! Mr. Devan is a good man. He treated everyone equally well.

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The next morning Angga had morning sickness. He spewed out his stomach in the toilet. Devan who woke up saw Angga who was still vomiting. Looking on compassion at the door.

I'm sorry you suffered like this.

Devan nape the nape of Angga.

"Is it better?"

"Sorry sir."

"It's okay." led Angga out of the bathroom.

Sitting limp on the sofa. Devan comes with a glass of warm ginger wedang.

"It can relieve nausea."

Angga.

Sir, why are you so kind.

Angga's tears melt.he has a good employer like Devan. He feels lucky.

"I'm in the office today. If you need anything, you can call me." Devan put his hp number on the table.

"And don't push yourself too much. Just rest if you feel weak or not strong. Heeemm?"devan said softly.

"Well sir." replied weakly."Welcome to work."

Devan leaves Angga at home. She was actually worried about leaving the pregnant young woman alone at home. But he also has to work. There is an important meting with some of its clients and partners.

Arriving at his company lobby, Devan is greeted by hundreds of his employees. He walks with his wife followed by his assistant Gerald.

They entered the elevator. It just so happens that they're both in there.

"He's been living in my apartment. Prepare our wedding files."

"Ready sir." Gerald recorded it in a note. "Are you sure you're going to marry that girl?"

"Heem... Dad didn't let me go home before he married her" Devan said without seeing his assistant.

"You know how Dad is. And you saw how angry he was yesterday, didn't you?"keep Devan on again.

"Good sir. I'll take care of it soon."