This Is Your Baby [Lat]

Past Times

[Fourteen months ago ..].

“Hey! When are you gonna stand there?”

Mario sidekicking. His gaze was so sharp it pierced at Davina. The figure was just standing on the doorstep of the hotel owned by his family. Retractable arm suit made especially for her wedding. Yep. Her marriage to the girl. The girl she herself did not know exactly who she was.

It was only fifteen minutes ago that their wedding reception was held. Afterwards they were told by the head of the Archielo family to stay at the hotel. If only Erika's grandmother did not force her to stay at the hotel, of course she chose to go home to the mansion, sleeping in her own room. He could have left this girl alone here. But considering Erika's grandmother's threat of not messing around with her, stripping her of her name from the Archielo family list forever.

Well. He was fine-fine just expelled from the Archielo family considering himself pretty established to support himself. But Roxanne. Begged him not to leave the Archielo family. Yep. With great force he obeyed all the wills of Erika's grandmother, for the sake of her mother, including marrying this girl-no, now officially became his wife, which even he himself just knew what the name of the girl was when he said the holy promise earlier. If not wrongly named Davina. Pretty nice and beautiful name.

But again he stressed, not interested at all in everything. To be honest, he still wanted to enjoy his youth without being tied to marriage. Still want to enjoy all the beauty of the heaven of the world without anyone forbidding it.

But now ... Mario pulled his tie, as if the tie had strangled his neck. And threw his suit on the floor, as if he wanted to pull a burden that was so heavy. His aura was so grim, it was like wanting to swallow the figure that was still standing like a statue in the doorway. It is clear from this man's behavior, that he strongly disapproves of this lightning marriage.

He had met this girl three times. First, a week ago, while fucking her. Second, the next day - after the incident - she was forced by her grandmother to go to her house to propose to her. And the third meeting, while making a sacred promise, today. After today, he would continue to be with this woman.

Holy hooch! Mario rubbed his face. I really didn't expect it to be like this. Look at that woman's face. So stupid or pretending to be stupid. It was only fitting that he dared to give up his virginity, apparently to ensnare her in marriage.

God fucking. I shouldn't have fucked her back then, knowing it would have happened this way. Mario murmured in his heart while opening one by one the buttons of his white shirt.

“Hey! You heard, stupid!” Mario shouted back as Davina remained silent like a statue.

“You now have two options. Get out of here, or get in and close the door!” mario's orders stared intently at Davina.

Davina flinched at Mario's screams. He had no choice but to enter. Gone off? It was the same as embarrassing himself and his family name. Where there are brides running away on the first day of their wedding.

Davina let out a short breath. Immediately obey Mario's words. Slowly shut the door. And now what will he do after being inside? Oh, of course the first thing she did was to change the wedding dress attached to her body. Just like the man who became her husband. Mario, after changing his clothes, immediately went to bed with a position behind him. No matter what to him.

Once again Davina let out a short breath. Grabbing his nightgown in the closet - previously prepared by the family Mario. Immediately enter the bathroom. Old Davina stood in front of the mirror. Looking at the figure of the young lady clad in bridal clothes in front of him.

The mirror in front of him. A clear liquid flowed in the corner of his eye. He really didn't dream of something like this happening. This white dress she was wearing was supposed to be a symbol of her happiness. As any woman in the world dreams. Married to the man of her heart. Not otherwise.

Actually this marriage could not have happened, if Erika's grandmother did not force it. Begged him and his parents. With sentences that were able to make it melt at the request of Erika's grandmother.

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

“Actually what did you say to Erika's grandmother, until she forced me to want to marry you, heh!”

Davina was so shocked to hear Mario's heavy voice. He thought, this man has been anchored to his dream realm.

Mario scooped up and leaned his body against the bed rest when Davina was just about to get into their bed.

“No.” Davina answered flatly. Immediately pull out her blanket and lie comfortably with her back to her husband. The man thought that only he could be careless to her. Davina is like that too. Just like Mario. Nor did he want this marriage to happen.

“Cih. Don't lie. Women like you certainly have a certain purpose.”

Davina clenched her hands, immediately turning to stare sharply at Mario. “I don't have any intention. If not Erika's grandmother begged me. I won't marry you. One more thing, if not you fucked me that night, of course I'm not here.”

“Hn! Very clever of you to lie.” Mario smiled cynically.

“Terlarah. Believe it or not, it's none of my business.”

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

Davina was busy making the bed when her smartphone rang on the nightstand. Immediately stop its activities. Switch grabbing a smartphone with that hellokitty casing. Casing bought specifically by Arlana, when feeling homesick for her only sister it can remember her favorite things - including these hellokitty trinkets.

The corner of the plum lips of this young lady smiled widely while her iris stared at the rectangular screen in her hand. Mother called. After a month he married and lived in the mansion of the Archielo family. Every week, her mother called her regularly. Or vice versa, he who reported his condition to the mother.

“How are you doing, Son?” greet the mother in a happy tone of voice when her phone connection is lifted.

“Vina is fine, Mom.” Davina smiled with relief while sitting on the side of the bed. The feeling of tightness in the chest - as a result of the Archielo family's treatment of her - for a month instantly vanished out of nowhere when she heard her mother's melodious voice.

Suppose the middle-aged woman was in front of him, of course, hugged him and cried bitterly. He did not tell his family about his situation in the Archielo family. How rude their behavior was to him. His family seems to know.

“That's patient, yes, dear. Mommy is sure, someday they will turn out well for you.” Again, the mother strengthened it.

Davina exhaled a short breath. Trying to keep the clear liquid in the corner of his eye does not fall. He saw a tightly shut door in front of him. Five minutes ago Mario walked into that dressing room.

“Iya, Mom. Vina please do.”

“How about Mario? Is he still being cold to you?”

Davina bit her lips while her mother was alluding to her husband. Of course Mario's attitude remains as it was the first time they got married. Until now there was no change. The man remained indifferent to her. It was as if he had not been in front of her all this time.

“Yes, as Mommy guessed.” Without Davina saying it bluntly, her mother understood the direction of her conversation. Right he finished talking the changing room door was wide open. Mario has been dressed as a young executive in general.

“Have been, yes, Mom. Vina will connect again.” Davina hastily hung up her phone. I don't want Mario to misunderstand me. Enough in-laws and his sister-in-law who always said it complained to his mother.

Davina gulped. So nervous when his gaze met Mario's eagle eyes. Without speaking the man immediately turned around. It's always Mario's attitude towards him. Even though they were married. They are like two strangers in one room.

“Hey.”

Davina. Mario turned his body back while holding his side.

“Did Grandma Erika tell you?”

“She forced me to take you away to attend an important client event. I'll pick you up later tonight. Remember, dress to show your degree. Don't embarrass me.”

　

Blam it!

　

Davina gasped in shock as Mario closed the door. Sighs. It is better to ask Rie, her brother-in-law, who is in the field of fashion, choose a dress that suits her.

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

“Jeez, Vina. Can't you just keep stepping on my feet.”

“Sorry.”

“Don't embarrass me, stupid.”

“I-iya. I'm sorry.”

Many times Davina said an apology while the words of annoyance from the lips of Mario were fixed for her. They are currently dancing. This man was so tightly hugging his waist. Davina's hand was also tightly coiled around Mario's neck. From earlier Davina's gaze did not dare to look up, looking directly into the eyes of Mario's eagle.

If only Erika's grandmother did not force her to dance with Mario, of course she would run away from this event. He was not comfortable in the midst of such an elite. Especially under the cynical and piercing gaze of Roxanne and Lily in the corner of the room. Both of them really do not like to see the scene he did with Mario.

“Enough. For a long time my legs can be destroyed if I continue to force dance like this.”

Mario finally stopped their body movements. Pull Davina's hand out of the dancing crowd. Just passing by his mother and sister who glared at them. I don't know where Mario took Davina away.

Mario stops his steps in the back garden of his hotel. It just so happened that the client he was working with rented his hotel ballroom. The corner of his eagle eyes glanced at the young lady beside him. Davina took off her high heels and massaged her heels.

Mario looked at Davina and gritted his teeth. It only took him a few months to divorce this woman of his choice. Be honest. He most dislikes being restrained. Her marriage was still going on for several months and before she became pregnant. Better divorce her soon.

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

The twilight sun had long since disappeared behind the mountains. The dark began to crawl up, preparing to replace the position of the twilight light. A swarm of pagas flies in a horde looking for a place to shelter. Then stop on a shady tree branch. Perched comfortably, preparing for the evening.

Davina sat on the side of the big bed. Quiescent. Listening to the ticking clockwork filled the room, constantly indicating the time was running slow. I don't know how much time has passed, he doesn't know. Half an hour, an hour, or even more. All he knew - a glance at the front of him on his dark-window grille the night had peeked there replacing the orange tinge just a moment ago.

The cold slowly began to rush in from the window vents. Covering the heat that dominates this vintage room. A moment ago, the atmosphere became tense. After a cool figure who was sitting quietly on the sofa in the corner of the room - behind Davina's back - it put a brown envelope next to her.

Davina smiled miris. Either laugh at his unfortunate fate or feel relieved. Finally free from these painful shackles. Without opening it he knew what it was. Divorce from Mario.

Especially besides that?

Willow letter?

Even the world is upside down, it will never happen.

Davina exhaled a short breath. He lost fast. His intention, he was the one who would sue Mario, after the death of Erika's grandmother, had at least passed half a year. But ... not a month ago Erika's grandmother died, it turns out Mario was impatient to break their pseudo bond.

There's no reason to stay here for too long. He used to survive for Erika's grandmother. My grandmother is now gone. Then he will leave here. Davina stood up. Without looking at Mario, he answered the letter from the sickly cold man while tightly holding the brown envelope in his hand.

"Patience, no hurry. I must have signed your divorce papers ..."

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

Davina sat in contemplation at the station. Waiting for the electric train that will take him to the village. Back to his parents. He breathed deeply. He held her so tightly that the bag contained two important documents. Slowly he closed his eyes, trying to clear the liquid in the corner of his eye did not fall back. It was like in the hospital.

After leaving the Archielo family mansion, carrying makeshift clothes and divorce documents from Mario, he rushed to the hospital. Checking his condition. Davina told no one, not even her mother, that she had been vomiting for a week.

How shocked he was when he described it. The doctor said she was pregnant for two months. Holy hooch! He almost fainted if the nurse didn't hold his shoulder.

Slowly Davina felt her stomach. Her baby. The seed of that depraved man. His resolve is round. From now on she will babysit the baby alone without any interference from Mario. He won't tell the Archielo's family where the baby is, especially Mario.

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

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