This Is Your Baby [Lat]

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Almost two days now. For Mario Archielo. The sharp and sharp expression he had gotten from Davina had already become commonplace to him. Like at the moment. Davina stood with a flat gaze while having –'s chest in the doorway of her study. Judging from the look on this woman's face, as well as how she could find her study. Mario sure. Davina has surrounded all corners of this residence of his. With some questions neatly arranged in his brain related to this sweet figure who found fear in his residence.

"Sit wherever you like." Mario smiles thinly, noticing Davina who only wears hotpants as well as plain white T-shirts, and hairy sandals that adorn her legs. Looks like this sweet figure just finished a shower. The characteristic fragrance of soap splashed on his nose between the room fragrances. It gives a sensation to this man.

Davina was silent. He was more interested in staring at the interior of Mario's workspace that looked foreign to him. Again he frowned. Every look at the corners of the room in this condo. He always asks in his heart. Why is his memory of this place ..not a single one stuck in his mind - not even a fingernail. It's so weird.

"Given that you can find my work space. I think you want to ask me." Mario got up from his chair, looking at Davina who had been sitting sweetly on the long sofa - not far from his desk.

"Of course." Davina answered indifferently. His iris stared at Mario, who picked up three drinks from the mini-fridge - located in the corner of the room. Then turn back towards him.

"Before the important question ..." Mario sits his ass on a single sofa. Pouring a can of drink at Davina's.

"...have you thought about changing the atmosphere of our room with a new one?" Mario opened his bottle and immediately sipped it.

"Yes. I've thought about it ..." Davina licked her lips. His gaze was not distracted anywhere, only fixated on the way Mario drank so elegantly. Not like her so haphazard. This sweet figure puffed up the cheeks. Again he lamented his careless nature.

"...not much has been changed. I just want the curtains and bed sheets to be replaced in yellow. That's it," he hurriedly took his eyes off Mario. Before the man caught him. Fascinated by the way he drank from a can of drink.

Mario frowned as he put the can of drink that was only half the contents. This man objected to the color choice of his sweet figure. The-the yellow? It's a long way off with the color taste. He likes black.

"I choose yellow. Because it likes the color," explained Davina as if to understand what is in Mario's mind at this time.

"And I think .. would be better, than black dominates everything, which will make our hearts feel even more bleak" he added.

Mario took a short breath. That's what Davina said. Colour black. Same with his personality, so dark indecipherable.

"Do you mind my choice?" Davina squeaked sharply when Mario was just silent.

"No problem. Whatever color you're comfortable with, I'll come along." Mario smiled a thin smile while lifting both shoulders.

Long silence filled between the two of them. Until Mario pretended a small cough melted the atmosphere.

"So, what did you want to ask me just now?" Mario picks up citrus fruits in a fruit basket on a sofa table.

"On the photo."

Mario stopped peeling the citrus fruit-staying half-again-in his hand. This man breathed a heavy breath. He expected it. Davina was going to ask him this question - after walking around his residence earlier.

"Photo?" Mario said hesitantly, continuing to peel the orange.

Davina sneered loudly at Mario's strange expression - apparently unable to be hidden properly by this man.

"Don't act so dazed. Ck. Aren't you the expert at controlling people's feelings" Davina said. His words were for both his parents and Arlana who was subject to all the words of this man.

Just about Mario smashed an orange in his grasp. This man was indirectly insinuated to his actions in the past. Formerly. He was the one who said that to Davina. When he first fucked this young woman.

"Eat it," Instead Mario answers Davina's question. This man even gave the citrus fruit he peeled earlier to this woman.

"Don't refuse. I intentionally peeled it for you." Mario hastily interrupts when this sweet figure will refuse his gift.

Davina pretended to be pouting, behind her trying to hide her red cheeks blushing as it blushed. Didn't think Mario was so attentive to her. Read what Davina wanted. In addition to stealing the view of Mario drinking, this sweet figure apparently wants citrus fruits in Mario's hands from now on.

"Thank you ..." Davina said almost whispered in shame.

"Don't be shy." Mario smiles clumsyly in the midst of struggling to betray his conscience back.

"What do you want to ask about the photo here." Mario spoke seriously, suppressing the complex feelings in his heart.

Hurriedly Davina swallowed the citrus fruit inside her mouth before replying.

"Why aren't there any wedding photos here? Everything is just your single photos .. without me there." This is the question at the tip of Davina's tongue. But Mario always discouraged him from asking.

Mario rubbed his nape, taking his eyes off the eyes of Davina who was provoking him. How he explained to Davina, that he didn't keep any of their wedding photos or other moments here at all. Again he had to lie small for the umpteenth time.

"On photos ... everything burned out by you when you were angry with me." Mario turned his eyes away, which seemed to intimidate himself. He could not afford to stare long at the plain eyes of this sweet figure - when he spoke a lie.

Davina shut her mouth, so shocked to hear it. Is that really his attitude in the past? That's why, while rummaging through her parents' house, Davina didn't find a single photo of Mario. Because he burned everything?

"W-don't we have a single photo left?" For some reason, in the depths of Davina's heart, it hurt like a thorn. It's as if he's the one here who became Mario's victim, not the other way around.

"I think there is .." said Mario leaning whisper to himself, trying to remember about their wedding photos.

"If there really is a picture of him .. I want to see it!" sambar Davina fast.

"There's in my family's mansion. I'll bring it here."

"Hm ..." Mario mutters short. I am so grateful to Grandma Erika. He used to underestimate Erika's grandmother, who kept a picture of her marriage with Davina under her old bed. Now that she understood, the grandmother's purpose was to keep it. It turned out to be very useful for him today.

"Vina." call Mario with relief.

"Yes?" Davina answered no less short, but,

"Are there any more questions about this place?"

Davina shriveled faintly - trying to think. Then a little shake. "Nothing else. Everything's been answered."

Yep. The questions in his mind had been answered all by Mario. Even in Davina's little heart, there was still doubt about the answer. But he himself could not find a meeting point for the answer - related to the amnesia he suffered at this time.

"Relatedly? Don't want to ask again?" mario asked with a faint grin, there was a hidden glint in that shimmering gray iris. And Davina has caught it well.

"Of course sure. Why why?" Davina was challenging.

Mario chuckles small. Return to grab the canned drink and finish the contents until they run out.

"If you ask, don't be half-centered. All you ask. .. why do I give our door password with your name and date of birth."

Without asking Davina had found the answer herself. Because she is Mario's wife, it makes sense Mario gave the password code. Didn't we?

"Of course I know the answer. Because I'm your wife, right?" Davina grabbed the orange peel next to the fruit basket, then squished it. He likes to do such a thing ..just to smell the citrus fragrance in his palm, it tastes so fresh.

"Is there any other reason that makes sense?" Davina asked back.

Mario was silent. Whether to nod or shake. His gaze was straight ahead as he smashed his empty can of water, then threw it into the plastic litter box in the corner of the room.

Yes .. One of them you are my wife. But there's more to it than that. Your name and date of birth, I used as a reminder of my guilt for you all along. So that I don't forget you.

Together the cans landed well in the trash box. The man breathed a sigh of relief. Yep! Mario hopes this is the last time Davina asks about the past. And that means he doesn't have to lie anymore to cover up another lie. Be honest. He was tired of constantly lying to this woman, and the feeling of fear was getting more and more haunting him every little lie came out from the blemish of his lips.

Mario cleared a small thud breaking the silent atmosphere in this room. Rubbed his neck while smiling awkwardly. "Vina, have you seen the rooftop here?"

"Not yet." Davina put the orange peel she had been squeezing onto the table, as Mario thrust another canned drink at her. Without realizing it, the man had been standing in front of him.

"For what?" ask Davina doesn't understand.

"Bring up!" Mario's orders. Davina hesitates to take two cans of drink from her hand. Mario grabs a basket of fruit on the table.

"I'll accompany you to look around the rooftop" he added.

"Eung-g"

"There is a beautiful view. You'll love it," woo Mario to attract the attention of this sweet figure, so he wants to go see his rooftop.

Davina let out a short breath. "All right."

"You take Baby El--if you want" added Mario, stepping past Davina to the door.

"Baby El just slept well. Just bring it.” Davina held a canned drink in her hand.

"I can't make him wake up." This sweet figure pursed his lips - imagining the plain face of his baby, while his eyes stared intently at Mario's wide back in front of him.

"Ouch! If you stop saying that, you fool!" Davina grunts angrily as her nose collides violently with Mario's wide back. Suddenly the man in front of him stopped his steps.

"I'm sorry ..." Mario said with all his heart. Behind her apology, there is always a double meaning hidden to Davina. Yep. Every word of apology slid from the side of his lips. His mind will always be reflected on his past mistakes against this sweet figure.

"Kan, I warned you! Keep your distance from me!" Davina grumbled dissatisfiedly while stroking her nose. Unaware. Supposedly, the one keeping the distance was himself - who was behind Mario.

"Really I'm sorry---does it still hurt?"

"Not anymore," sambar Davina quickly, hurriedly brushed off the hand of Mario who helped stroke his nose. Before the red glow blushed increasingly dancing on his sweet face - when he felt Mario's fingers on his skin.

Long Mario stared blankly at his palm - after Davina flicked her hand just a little rough. Then this man shook his head. Trying not to put it in the heart.

Don't forget guys, beautiful & handsome brothers, sisters who emes 😍, love first let the spirit write the story 🤗😉, okay 👍.

See you in the next chapter of 🤗💜.