WHO'S GONNA IMPREGNATE ME?

She's like me

Debi covered her round mouth. "Seriously?"

"My son Nelam is pregnant with my son after I fuck him first."

Debi folded her hands while looking at Aksa in awe. "Maybe you were too lustful, until she got pregnant, fertile too."

"You promised to shut this secret to Nelam."

Debi sighed softly. "Until when are you going to cover it up, eouh?"

"Until I marry her, and if Nelam gets angry and wants me to divorce her, I'll never run her over. I believe he'll forgive me."

"You're sure he'll forgive you?"

Aksa placed an index finger on her lips. "Syutts!"

Debi glanced back as Nelam came from behind the door. He looked at Aksa in a panic. "Infusion lapse!"

Aksa immediately pulled out his infusion hose and held it, perhaps Nelam would scold him if he removed the infusion hose. Nelam walked towards Aksa in panic, he held onto both of Aksa's cheeks.

"You've recovered? You-you're really sober?"

Aksa held Nelam's hand until the hose of the infusion fell. "You're worried about me, honey?"

"Bu-" Nelam saw the hose infusion. "Why did you get off!" Nelam half yelling.

"I'm out" said Debi.

"I want to see Raka."

"Why?"

"I miss him."

Nelam exhaled slowly. "So you just miss Raka?"

Aksa smiled slightly then pulled Nelam's hand to get closer to her. "Surely I miss you too, Nelam."

"Why can you, hm?"

"I told you everything."

"There's one fact I can't hide from you."

"About what?"

"About Raka."

'Definitely Nelam would say that Raka is my niece, ' Inner Aksa.

Aksa opened her mouth to hold back her guilt. He was mistaken to not recognize his biological son. After being on the left side of her vault, Aksa held onto Raka's tiny hand.

'He grew up well guarded by a wingless angel. I'm a father, I have a handsome son, he's like me, he's smart and strong, Aksa's inner self.

"Om Papa hurts what? why is Teyus sitting on a cass?"

'I won't let Nelam and Raka get out of my life, I won't lose them a second time, ' Aksa's inner self.

Aksa took a strong sip of his saliva, then looked at Raka's bruised knee. His gaze changed drastically, he looked at Nelam with worry.

"Why is Raka's knee like this! You're not watching him!?" he said a little anger.

Nelam frowned. 'Why does he care so much about Raka?' inner Nelam.

"I'm at work, Raka is playing outside" he replied honestly.

Madam Kinan noticed Aksa's behavior. "A wound like this is a problem?"

Aksa still has not received this, she looks very possessive on Raka. "I'll send you the most reliable baby sister."

Nelam. "I don't want, if Raka is taken care of by someone else, I'll feel much like her."

Aksa frowned, a little stubborn. "You're even negligent until the knee is bruised, what if Raka plays on the street? A lot of vehicles passing?!" the assertiveness even makes everyone confused, what is with Aksa?

"I-I, I understand, sir."

Aksa exhaled slowly. "I'm just worried because I love him so much, sorry I'm Nelam."

"I understand."

Lady Kinan let go of Raka, the boy ran up and climbed onto the sofa.

"Aksa really loves Raka, especially if you are married and have children. Get married quickly," said Mrs Kinan.

"Sorry Mom, but..."

Aksa grabbed Nelam's hand. "You're still traumatized?"

Nelam nodded then looked towards Mother Aksa. "Bu Kinan must love her because... " Nelam hung up his words.

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