This Is Your Baby [Lat]

Keep your Mouth Shut

　

Davina closed the door slowly. Staring at the wide back of Mario who was behind him, facing the mirror paying attention to his appearance - as usual he wore everyday, formal suits to the office.

Mario looked over. Her lips shot upwards, throwing a charming smile at this sweet figure. Then back to the mirror.

"You so go buy Baby El gear, Vin?" tanyanya while buttoning one by one white striped shirt, when the wife passes behind him while holding the baby.

"Not so." This sweet woman answered briefly. Baby El in the baby box.

"Why?" Mario twisting body. Her eagle eyes watched the wife give Baby El an elastic toy to her tiny hand.

"I can take you and accompany you if you want" he added. Her gray iris continued to follow Davina's movements, now turning around and walking towards her.

"Later on, I can go alone" Davina said. His tone sounded a little cold in Mario's ears. No doubt made this man frown on his attitude of the wife. He remembered what Roxanne said three days ago. Hunt for. Keep asking if there is anything strange in Davina after they finished having sex at night.

"I mean, all of you .. I want to go home to my parents. I can buy it on the way." Davina hurriedly corrected her words when she noticed a faint frown on the husband's forehead.

"You want to go home to your parents? But it's not the weekend yet, Vin." Mario stared fixedly at his wife - fix his tie. As promised to Davina, every Saturday and Sunday, they went to visit Davina's parents. But it's not the weekend, it's still Wednesday.

"Indeed." This sweet woman took a short breath. Patting her husband's chest - getting rid of the dust in his coat. "Daddy last night had his birthday party" he added.

"Then?"

"I don't think we need to stay in this mansion anymore."

Mario's eyebrows linked to want to ask something. But he did it because it was preceded by his wife.

"Aren't you going out of town for three days? So before I go back to our place, I'd like to stay at my parents' house. Can, right?" Davina looked up, looking into the big eyes of Mario who was also staring at her.

The man seemed to think for a moment, weighing something in his mind. Then nodded faintly. "Kuizinkan. You'd better stay at your parents' house than be alone here."

Mario finally agreed. Let the wife go. The body of Davina and hugged her at a glance. He kissed her forehead and lips of her sweet figure alternately. Never once was bored. In fact, it has become opium to continue to dye it. Like illegal drugs. If it's stolen once, it never wants to stop. He does it every day. Suppose not touch the lips tempt the wife it feels there is less. Very different from him two years ago. Ah, Mario always regretted remembering his behavior first.

"I went to work first,” said Mario scrambled almond Davina's hair. Turn his body and walk towards the door.

"This time I went to my parents' house."

Mario again turned his body-turned-door-facing wife. A glance at the silent sculpting. I don't know why she had such a bad feeling when Davina wanted to go to her parents' house this time. It was as if they would be separated forever after this. Very objectionable.

"Then I'll take you to your parents' house.” Mario said raucous and heavy-hearted. Although his heart screamed for the wife to stay. But simultaneously also unable to resist Davina's desire to leave.

"Eh? Aren't you also going out of town today?" One of Davina's eyebrows is pulled upwards. In the heart objected to Mario. Hugely. The brown bead looked at the man, like a model doing a photoshoot - standing gallantly at the door.

"Correct..." Mario let out a long sigh, staring at my iris chocolate Davina. "...but that's tonight. So still got to drive you."

"Oh so." Davina shrugged both shoulders - no objection. More precisely, there is no other choice. "Well, while waiting for you to pick me up this afternoon, I packed up first."

“Oke.”

　

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

　

Mario stops his car right in front of a minimalist house, owned by Davina's parents. Simple white painted house. All around it is only fenced with wood height only limited to the waist of an adult. The yard is not too broad, looks so neat and clean. Very beautiful to the eye with the existence of various kinds of flowers planted by her mother-in-law. Lady Oswalden.

"Vina?" Call this young man. He looked at this sweet woman with a confused feeling. Yep. Along the way to his father-in-law's house, they never communicated.

It reminds her of back-for the first time-when she took Davina away from her in-laws' private residence. Even the hour they spent on the journey was filled with silence. The atmosphere is awkward. It was wrong. He spoke, as if he were talking to the wind. Because the person being spoken to is silent and does not respond.

Once Davina spoke when she asked him to stop in the middle of the road to buy the needs of Baby El. After that, back quietly, until it reached the house of his father-in-law. That was what had succeeded in inviting a question in his mind.

What's with this sweet figure? Why did her attitude change - a little cold to her.

"Vina? You hear me?" Again this young man called out his sweet figure. This time it was accompanied by a gentle pat on the wife's shoulder. To awaken this sweet woman from her daydream.

"We've arrived." Remember when there was no answer at all from the side of the cherry lips. He ignored the objection on the sweet face of the wife when helping to remove her seatbelt.

　

　

　

　

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"Three days I'm here." Mario whispered hoarsely.

"I must have picked you up" he continued, tightly hugging the frail body of the wife. Biting his lips. Suppressing feelings. Not to be separated. Don't want to let go of his embrace. I really wish there was glue binding the wife's body on her.

An hour after resting and talking with his father-in-law. Mario decided to immediately return to the capital of Vancouver, because he also had to go to another city, related to his work. No less important. Monitoring the construction of his hotel in Ontario. It was cursed in the heart. The job would have taken three more days. That means that it has an impact on Davina's pick-up and the timing of their meeting also took a step back.

Davina was silent. Not answering a word. Whether or not Mario says.

"You're mad at me?" Mario stared anxiously at the two slices of Davina's chocolate. His silent response reminded him of the beginning of their marriage. Where they both don't care about each other. Suddenly his heart became broken.

Davina flinched while realizing her attitude. He cleared his throat for a moment, then smiled as usual.

"No."

Mario took a short breath. "I know you're angry again. I don't know what." Disbursed bangs of the wife, faint curls of former hit sacks of clothes on her forehead are still visible. Rubbing the bruise. There was no more ringing on Davina's lips when she touched him. It healed.

"Why, Vin? You can talk to me, is there anything against your heart?"

"Nothing." So briefly did Davina answer.

Again, Mario took a breath, very tight. It was as if the air around him was suffocating him. Not allowing him to breathe oxygen when he heard his wife's tone - so cold to him. His forehead is curled. Their positions seem to be changed. He used to be cold to Davina, but now it's the other way around.

"alright. I hope you're okay until I pick you up, honey."

Mario wrapped his hands around Davina's waist. Once again, for the last time hugging his wife. No. gabe. This isn't the last time. There won't be a last time until anytime. This young man shook his head.

"Go away. It's afternoon. The journey from here to the city takes a long time. I'm afraid you missed the plane." Davina releases Mario's embrace. Pushing the husband's body away from him - leaving some distance between them.

Mario took a breath. His heart throbbed pain. Davina's attitude seemed to reject his touch. To be sure once again, her hand ran over touching the hair of this sweet female almond. He breathed a sigh of relief. It's just his feelings. Davina didn't put her hand over her head. Probably because of Davina's mood ...

"What?" Ketus Davina suddenly. Feeling uncomfortable being viewed so intensely by Mario. Especially with those eyes.

"Vin, don't-don't you ..."

"Yes?" Davina swallowed her saliva, so nervous. How has his attitude changed? His heart became thin.

"What's wrong with me?" point Davina at herself.

"You ... pregnant, Vina?!"

It felt like there was a row of toads dancing ballet in front of Davina hearing her husband's ridiculous remarks. His face suddenly became flat. The initially anxious heart - afraid of being discovered. Suddenly I want to laugh. Funny, how to get pregnant. They have not done it for a week. Davina cleared her throat, glaring sharply at the grinning Mario - having been semetre away from him. Smart Mario avoids his anger.

"Pregnant of your ancestors! Geez .. I thought it was okay to forget it." Davina let out a short breath. Almost lost talking, lucky Mario did not hear his last words earlier.

This sweet woman stared fixedly at Mario's wide back, as the man slowly walked away from his house. His feelings don't blend for now. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Vina. Take care of our baby,--- if anything happens to you or Baby El, call me right away. Okay?" Mario turned around as he opened the wooden fence - again reminding his wife. He smiled wryly looking at Davina who was standing on the porch. Again his heart was broken and sick to see the look of his wife's face back as usual. Flat and cold like that.

　

　

　

　

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"Geez!" Davina gasped in surprise. Slipping his chest-nearly dislodged his heart-sees his father scythe, just closing the door of the house. Very creepy expression of his father, like a hulk rampaging in the city.

"Honest to Daddy. Your memory is restored, Vina."

Davina quiet. Although his father did not answer, he already knew. It turns out that the feelings of parents cannot be lied to. How hard to keep his attitude was still discovered.

"Then, what do you do after your memory recovers, Vina?" His father looked at Davina who was walking leisurely past him.

"Why did Daddy and Mommy let Rio tell me lies." Instead of answering, Davina instead let out her feelings. Stop at the living room phone table. Look disappointed at his father.

Father's stunned. "It's for your own good, Vina. Kam--"

"Daddy knows? It hurts this heartache after knowing Rio lied to me."

"Daddy understands how you feel, son. But we also have other reasons. We're doing it so you don't get hurt knowing Rio's bad attitude all along. We want you to reimagine your new life together-”

"Rio. I see, don't you, Daddy? So now what?!" Davina looked at her father's aging face.

"Just the same, right, Daddy. It even became more painful after I remembered back," he added bitterly with his voice so hoarse.

Father's silent. Their decision was wrong. It should be honest at the beginning, though maybe Davina will be hurt. But at least, it wasn't as painful as Davina felt at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Vin---"

"It's okay, Dad. It's been puree too. Can't be repeated." Davina took a short breath. He could not afford to be so angry with his parents.

"Then what do you want to do to Rio? Split up? Refer back?" ask his father again. He knew what his daughter was going to do this time. There's a plan he's drawn up. Yep. Long before Davina lost her memory. The plan was already in place. But bad when Davina amnesia. The plan was hampered.

Davina clenched her hands. After his memory returned his decision was already unanimous. Solve all his problems. Including Mario and Roxanne is his biggest agenda.

"There was. Please this time to Daddy, respect my decision. Don't talk to anyone about my memory recovering."

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