Pregnant Whose Child ?!

chap 8's

"why is my body this weak?" He moved from the sofa to the kitchen. "I'm hungry."

Kitchen Spells already have toast.

"Mr Devan has even made his own breakfast." Angga stared pushyly at the toast on the concrete table of the kitchen.

"If he does everything himself, why hire me?" Angga sighs.

"Is this also the human side?" Angga rubbed his stomach.

On the other hand, Devan who was still in the meting room, was busy with staring at his cellphone. CCTV was connected to his apartment. See for a moment the activity of Angga who is wiping the flat-screen TV.

Devan washes his breath. And then try to focus on his work. Pay attention to the people who are presenting in front. Until the meting is over. Devan is still thinking about Angga at home.

I hope he's okay. No more vomiting. Did he eat right? It's lunch time. Aahh, why hasn't he contacted me?

Devan was still walking towards his room.entering Iift along with Gerald who was busy reading his report. But Devan's focus has broken.

Why didn't I ask for her phone number. Stupid her. Devan wastes his rough breath.

"Do you want me to rewind some master's schedule?"Gerald asked, hearing his master who was sighing violently, perhaps disagreeing with the schedule he made.

"No." refused Devan."Do it on schedule."

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Angga dropped his body kesofa. He turned on the tv.

"I'm so tired. Though only cleaning some places that are not touched by robots."Angga checked his phone.

"It's late in the afternoon, maybe I should cook something. What does Mr. Devan want to eat? Did I just ask him?" muttered Angga picked up a paper bearing his employer's number.

Angga entered Devan's number and sent him a message.

//Master? Do you want to eat something after work? I was preparing to cook.// Anga

Reply not long received:

//Successful only. I will eat whatever you cook.// Devan.

Anga read it, though,

if I am confused like this, what do I want to cook ? inner angga.

Angga thought for a moment.Open the refrigerator door, tapping his lips. Look at the refrigerator still full.

"Do I cook Korean food? He used to offer me Korean food.Try me to ask his opinion." muttered, grabbed his phone.

Swung in the room Devan.

Devan, who saw Angga grab his phone via CCTV, checked the incoming message.

Will he call me or not?

No incoming messages. Devan checked back through the CCTV. Angga still holds his phone.

Is he still typing?

Devan's waiting.

Why is there no incoming message? Didn't he send me a message? Then for whom?

Devan looked back at the screen connected to his home CCTV.

Why am I waiting for a message from him? I still have a job.

Devan puts his hp on the desk. He tries to focus on his work. For a moment he glanced at his cellphone which was still in the dark. Then go back to checking the files on his desk.

Hpnya. Gegas Devan took his phone to see the incoming message. His face was disappointed. Message from the provider.

Hmh! The provider again.

Devan was curious why the message Angga did not receive. He went back to checking the CCTV.

Angga was busy in front of the stove.

Did he send me a message? Who did he send the message to?

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//Sir, do you want Korean cuisine?//

message sent. Long Angga waiting but still not sent as well.

Is my quote over? from that hour of sand? Try me first.

Angga checked his internet quota.

TETTOTS.

Yahh... Really my abis quotation.

Angga patted his eel.

Never mind. I just do it. He said he would eat whatever I cooked.

Angga put his phone on the table. Then start cooking. 3 hours Angga spent cooking 3 types of cuisine.

Kimci Setoples, (korean cuisine)

Fish gulai (local cuisine)

and kimbab (korean rice rolls)

All the menus he's arranged on the table. Angga cover with hood saji. Angga saw at 4:30 p.m.

I'm gonna take a shower for a second.

Angga cleaned himself in the bathroom.

Devan parked his car in the basement. Entering the elevator pressing the 10-story button where he lives. While waiting for Devan to check his home CCTV. Looking for the person who should be in it, but he did not find. Devan started to frown.

Where's she?

Devan is still looking for all the CCTV cameras he turned and still has not found the whereabouts of the girl. Devan is getting riled up.

Damnit damnit! Why am I panicking like this?

Elevator door opens. Gegas Devan headed for his door.

Is he in the room or in the bathroom? thought so entering the house.

Devan walked to the bathroom, though,

Could he be vomiting there?

The bathroom door was opened. It's blank! Gegas Devan walks into Angga's room.

BRAAKK!

Devan's eyes widened.

"Let's.. The master! What the hell are you doing? I was wearing clothes." Angga's cry hysterically covered her innocent body with a blanket that she pulled from her bedroom bed not far from her standing.

"Sorry!"

Devan shut the door.

Angga drooped on the floor with a blanket wrapped in his body, staring at the door that had just closed.

He's seen. He must have seen it. Why open the door of people's room anyway? Can't he knock on the door first?

Angga covered his face with both hands.

"I'm so embarrassed. How will I see him later?"muttered.

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Visual Angga Putri

Visual Devan Govinda Shin's