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Thank you pa

Auroras

"We've seen papa with mama...?" Fatih's gaze was deep yet gentle.

His mouth opened, as if he had something to say. But he stopped, he closed it back. Pretending to be busy changing television channels, looking for interesting shows, when there is nothing he really wants to watch.

"If you're not ready, they know. You go back, they're so grateful."

He glanced at Fatih who was already standing and walked towards the kitchen, looking straight at the television. To be honest, he was not ready to meet with papa Dimas and mama Sonia. He was too embarrassed, how could he show his face after what he did.

The fact that he had slept with another man and Fatih had to marry him, accounted for something that even their son, their beloved son, did not do at all, was shameful.

They were disappointed in Fatih by ending Fatih who was battered by papa Dimas, and now when he had to meet, what did he want to say? apologizing just like that, continuing to act like nothing happened? Oh my's....

Fatih had returned with a bottle of mineral water and landed the butt right next to him, without distance.

"Next week I start flying again. So before leaving later, we've met with papa and mama, both papa Galih and mama Audrey too."

He turned to Fatih, "I'm not ready."

"Keep when?"

He shrugged, "I don't have any face to meet them, especially papa."

"But I have to work, baby."

"No papa, you work. I'm staying here."

Fatih gave a frustrated snort, "Certainly I can work quietly while you live here alone, pregnant?"

"I'm healthy, there's nothing to worry about."

"Qc.."

"We have to go home, you have to stay with mama, no debate." Fatih stood up and he couldn't help but stand up as well.

"Abang yes... You don't understand how I feel, I'm ashamed...!" His voice rose up to several octaves, his chest up and down held back emotions.

For a moment, Fatih gasped. The man fell silent, then quickly grabbed his body, clutching it tightly.

"I know, I understand. But we're not forever like this. They love you so much, Rora, so dear. We must come well, there is nothing to fear, there is me..."

"But after that my brother left... And I was left alone." He muttered.

"So, what should I do? Fatih looked into her eyes, "Hmmm.. say to me, what must I do for you?"

"Nothing..."

Fatih stretched out their arms, the man's sturdy hands tucked a few strands of hair behind his ears, stroking his cheeks and peeling his forehead, deep and long.

"Say that when you're ready to meet your mom and dad, we'll face both, we'll face each other, there's nothing to worry about." Fatih tightened her embrace.

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And after fighting against the ego for two days and three nights, with Fatih so patiently waiting for his decision, they were finally here. Home of papa Dimas and mama Sonia. He is ready, whatever will happen later.

As if knowing his wavering feelings were mixed with fear, Fatih continued to clasp her hands firmly, occasionally while smiling soothingly. While his stomach continues to be wrapped around perfectly, like there is a blender being turned on in there, a psychomatic disorder that often occurs when he is anxious.

Doraemons! borrow the door anywhere, he really wants to disappear from here.

But unexpectedly, Mama Sonia cried while hugging him tightly, "Where do you think you are, thank God.." the woman continued to hug him, occasionally rubbing his protruding belly, then turned to his face, and then turned to her, rubbed his cheeks and hugged again.

"Don't go like this again, don't go away."

He gulped, all seemed touched by his arrival, absolutely no one discussed the ins and outs of the baby he contained. Including papa Dimas who smiled at them.

He had shuffled in fear when he saw his mother and father coming to the house of papa Dimas, but the mother immediately cried hysterically, almost the same reaction shown by mama Sonia, but a little drama, ordinary, but, mama is like that.

"Not again... Don't again... Mama could die young if you stop by like this!"

Whats? die young? even mama forget that she soon wants to have a grandchild, young in which way?

He just nodded slowly, until papa came near him, papa's gaze soft, unlike the last time he saw papa in practice.

Fatih squeezed the back of her hand, nodding at a glance as if ordering her to greet papa. Slowly he approached papa. Papa stretched out his hands, and he fell on him, entering his arms crying.

"Sorry Rora pa hiks..."

"You're still the best, I'm sorry, too."

And finally, there was mbak Ara and her husband and Abel who continued to linger spoiled in his hands, "So btw, go where?" whispered Abel.

"Denger-denger Bogor border doang? near very..." Abel sneered, making him have to pinch the girl's thigh hard.

"www..."

"Whisper!" he stood up to follow Sonia's mother who was preparing food for them. While papa, papa Dimas, Fatih and husband mbak Ara chat while laughing on the side, completely forget the drama of her pregnancy, or deliberately forgotten, thank God...

After lunch together, he entered the room for a while. "Are you tired?" asked Fatih who had followed him into the room.

"No, I'm fine," he said .

Maybe he was tired, but he didn't feel it. At the moment he felt his body was very light, it felt like he was just floating away from feeling a burst of happiness.

Especially when he was in the arms of papa earlier, it felt like he was thrown into a time when he was a child and often fell when learning to ride a bike. Papa always helped her stand up again. He will always remember that moment, the moment where papa helped him stand back after falling.

It's the same now. Papa's presence here makes him feel this is his way to help him so that he can move strongly towards his future.

"Thank you, pa." he whispered inwardly as he looked at Fatih's smiling eyes at him.

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***the End

Huh uh???

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Not yet, not yet, there are still some conflicts that must be cleared right, be patient ya😍😍

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