Pregnant Whose Child ?!

Chap 9's

Devan glanced at the clock in his hand at 7:30 . Devan turned towards the door of Angga's room. The door had been closed since he had closed it.

What's he doing in there? Why not get out.

Devan washes his breath. Shift another view to the tv screen in front of him. try to enjoy what is presented by digital cenel broadcast.

Devan saw the clock in his hand again at 8:00 p.m. Devan looked again at the door of Angga's room that was closed.

Maybe he fainted?

Devan stood up from his seat. His face looked worried.

Is correct. Maybe he fainted.

Devan walked quickly to the front door of Angga's room.His hand had touched the door handle. It stopped.

Waitaminute! Don't rush. What if it was like that? Maybe he thinks I'm a pervert.

Devan took off his handle on the door handle. Devan stuck his ear to the door, trying to listen to what was inside. But his eardrums can't catch any sound in there.

Just try kuketuk.

Tocktails

reposeful.

knock it again.

tocktock

silent.

Did he really faint?

Anxious murat and excessive worry imprinted on Devan's face.

"Female? You all right? Did you faint?"knocking impatiently.

There is still no lawfulness. Devan's getting anxious.

"I opened it."

Devan touches the door again.

Ckleek. The door opened from inside.

Angga's face poked out from the crack of the door he opened slightly. Half of his body was hidden behind the door. He was wearing only a shirt with no spaghetti sleeves, and a cardigan still floating in his arms.

Why is his face so worried? Is he afraid I'll open it forcibly? inner Devan

Angga. He allowed the spaghetti rope to come down from his shoulder. He was in a hurry to the door so that it was not perfect to wear his cardigan, still hanging in his arms.

Devan swallowed his saliva with difficulty. Goddamnit! calm my heart. calm my body.

"Comeout. We're having dinner together." Devan walks ahead to the dining table.

After confirming his kargidan position to the shoulder. Angga followed behind.

"Sit down." orders Devan who has sat down first.

"I'll eat later sir." still standing next to the chair. Angga's got food for Devan.

"Sit down! and eat!" slightly raised his voice. Angga immediately sat down. After putting Devan's plate down, Angga filled his own plate.

"What are you doing in the room?"

"I overslept sir."

I can't say if I'm waiting for you to enter the room, sir. After the incident made me ashamed. Inner Angga.

They eat in silence. Angga eats while looking down, at least he does not hold his head up. He's still very embarrassed.

Devan glanced at him a few times.

What's he thinking? Why did you duck from before?

Devan stuffed his food up and chewed it.

"Eethemmm." Devan cleared his throat.Take a glass of water on the table and drink it until it runs out in half.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes sir." Angga is still down. I'm Shy sir. can this be called me alright?

"Good, I thought you fainted."

Angga smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry about that. I don't mean to be rude. I'm just worried, until I open your door." Devan explained. He felt that maybe Angga was uncomfortable with his behavior earlier. Of course stupid!!

"I'm wrong sir, for not locking the door."

"Hmmm. Can you not talk too formally to me?"

Angga held his head up. "I mean Sir?"

"Don't use formal language. Just talk like I'm your friend."

"Ahaha.. Where do I dare Sir. You're my employer. That's not polite."

"It's okay. I feel very old if you use such formal language." Devan slightly moved his body. "OKay?"

Angga bit his lower lip.

"Hey! You agree?"

"But...."

"And don't call me sir."

"So? I should call you what sir."

"I told you not to use formal language" Devan said. "Or do you want me to cut your salary for defiance?"

"Let's.. No sir. I'm not going to talk formal."cut it quickly.

"Hey. " Devan pointed with his finger.

"I'm sorry I'm not used to it yet sir."

"Don't call me sir."

"Then? What should I call?"

"Hmmm... My assistant called me Mas. Just call me Mas Devan."

"Yes?" Angga looks confused.

"Call me Mas Devan. Try calling."

"Mas Devan?" little doubt.

Devan smiled with satisfaction.

"From now on, call me that."

"Okay, Mas Devan."

Devan smiled again.

"O yes. May I ask you something personal?"

"Please sir."

"Hey!"pointing with his finger.

"aaa.. Mas Devan's. I mean please Mas Devan."

Devan smiled funny.

"Are you married ?"

Angga's face changed a little."Not yet"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Angga's face changed again."No."

Devan noticed Angga's face change. Even if he knew, he asked, anyway,

"You can't answer it if you have objections." Devan ate his last bribe.

"How did you get pregnant?" provoking the Angga reaction.

Angga held his head up. Staring at Devan's face that stared fixedly at him.

Am I too presumptuous? inner Devan.

"You don't have to answer" he said later.

"I... I don't know."

"What?"

"I don't know who the depraved ones did it."

Devan's face changed.

Depraved people? You say I'm a depraved man? Hey, I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for those jerks mixing stimulants in my drink.

"I don't know when and who did it."Angga's tears are melting. "But if I find out who it is. I will definitely cut Bu***" uttered with blazing eyes while rubbing her wet cheeks.

angga's powerful clenched hand holding a fruit knife made Devan shudder in horror and reflexively hold his precious object down there.

"What if the person is sorry and willing to take responsibility?" Doubtfully asked.

BRAAKK!

Devan was shocked.

"I'll keep on casting it." Angga's eyes are getting blazing."After what he did to me. I even had to experience fear like this. Afraid of getting fired. Afraid of not getting a job. Afraid that my family in the village would find out. Haaaahh.."

Angga turned to look at his Master, making Devan wrong and horrified.

Looks like my fishing rod was wrong.

"If Mas Devan were me. Is Mas Devan going to forgive him?" asked angrily and led to coercion. Not left behind the eyes intimidate him.

"Don't! don't forgive. Aye! Just castrate him. Ahahahhaa." said Devan in horror. He wiped the cold sweat on his face.

Damnit damnit! why am I so scared of myself?

"Are you okay, Mas Devan?"Angga reached out his hand to touch Devan's sweaty face. Sure that quickly Devan tepis.

"I-I'm fine."

After the conversation that night. Devan was lying on his bed. He looked up at the sky of his room.

The shadow of Angga's face with a knife flashed in his mind. He kept fighting the horror.

Damnit damnit! What if he really did it to me?

CZECH.. Devan heard the sound of his bedroom door being opened. He raised his head without getting out of bed.

SRAAKKS. SRAAKKS. SRAAAKKS.

Devan's getting curious. His heart was racing fast.

The footsteps sounded closer. From behind the walls appeared Angga with a spaghetti-styled nightgown that one side down from his shoulder. Look sexy tease.

Suddenly Angga's face turned sinister. With a grin on his face and a knife in his hand.

Devan was shocked.

"You did it, right?" the sound that Angga let out sounded terrible, making Devan horrified and her fine fur bristling.

"You're the depraved one, aren't you?"

The goose is getting closer.

"No! I'm sorry!"

"There's no sorry! I castrated you!"

Angga who is desperate to get closer with a knife in his hand ready to hit.

"WAAAAAAAA" Shouted Devan.