The Trap My Stepmother
CHAPTER 65 Wrapped Ego
All the way home, Patricia was pensive. All this time his mind was always negative towards Pandu. Didn't expect the father of the baby to keep paying attention, and all this time always observe secretly. The proof is Pandu knowing the existence of Patricia, can not be a coincidence right?
“You why Patricia?” alana asked to make sure the niece was okay.
“Ah I ... it's okay Auntie. It's just ..” Patricia rubs lovingly her distended stomach.
I don't know what it's like to meet Pandu. But the ego in the heart brushes everything away, unwilling to give the man false hope.
“You miss Pandu? Umm .. Aunty mean, your baby.” Error Alana, worried Patricia offended. She is also the same woman, a little bit understand what this pregnant woman feels.
At a glance, Patricia turned to the side. Facing Alana's two caramel brown eyeballs, allowing every strand of the word to come out. But quickly his head shook.
“Aw ... What's up?” Patricia grimaced feeling the kick from within was extremely powerful, even the left side of her stomach protruding.
“Your stomach hurts?” Alana who has no experience launched the question.
“Not. But, the baby kicked. I think he's exhausted all day outside the house.” Patricia smiled, covering up her true taste.
Alana can only drive Patricia in front of the fence of Jansen's residence. All he did was to avoid Lewis. I don't want to see his face anymore.
“Almost Aunty, thank you for accompanying me.” Patricia got out of the car, walked slowly towards the house, while the waiters took out all her grocery bags.
Patricia's legs suddenly limp, and helpless, like losing balance. Luckily the two burly hands held her back, so that Patricia's body did not fall to the floor.
“Receive cash...” Patricia who looked up did not continue her sentence, after realizing that someone who helped was Pandu.
“Ehem .. sorry Miss is sassy.” Pandu took off and kept his hands away from Patricia's back.
But disappointment wrestles the chest of pregnant women, Patricia is not willing a new sense of comfort for a moment felt disappear as fast as lightning. Loyal observing Pandu who walked towards his car.
“Umm .. Pandu, why are you home?” call Patricia curious, as he remembered Pandu is no longer Lewis' personal driver.
Pandu half-turned while answering Patricia's question, “Young Master Jansen who ruled me. Excuse me Miss.”
Finally Pandu disappeared behind the high gate. “Are you satisfied to see and hear his voice?” he was holding his stomach.
Night at Jansen's residence
Patricia and Lewis enjoy having dinner in silence, never engaging in long conversations or just being stale. For Lewis, eating yes eating, chatting can be elsewhere.
So insensitive, Lewis did not realize that his cousin's sister was agitated. Cold sweat drenched Patricia's forehead.
He did not dare to call his brother to help. In fact, Lewis left the dining table first without saying goodbye.
“Akh ... My stomach hurts, why?” lirih Patricia in the heart, moaning in silence, experiencing pain that radiates from the hip to the lower abdomen.
“This is not a birthmark, it is still one month away from schedule.” Patricia murmured trying to calm herself down.
He must be independent to live all life. The pregnant woman slowly climbed the stairs. Need a break in the room.
Has not had time to lay down, his body slumped on the floor, clear liquid out of the groin.
“Hah, wh-what is this? I'm not wetting it, right?” Patricia believes she is able to refrain from urinating recklessly.
As more water came out, Patricia's eyes blurred, her breathing was irregular, no longer strong in pain.
The only person he remembered was Pandu. The hand tries to press each icon on the phone.
"Hopefully he hasn't changed the number." Patricia grimaced in pain, bringing the flat object closer to her ear.
His heart was happy not to play, because the phone was connected. "Ha-helo Pandu can help me?"
"Yes, who is this?" a woman asked Patricia a question.
The instant the phone in Patricia's hand fell, her stomach grew even more excruciatingly painful.
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