Dusk Sky
Keysha

The clock is at seven o'clock in the evening. But Farri only returned to his office after a meeting with a client.

After a month ago his job as a private tutor was done because his wife had finished the exam. Now he focuses on the work of the office that piles up.

Today is the day of the wife's graduation announcement. But he didn't even have time to tell me he was coming home the other night. His phone has been running out of power since noon. He also just returned to the office. So there was no chance for him to charge his phone.

I don't know if his wife graduated with the desired result or not. Hopefully we get a good result. Because during the learning process they went through every day, his wife made more and more progress.

Farri loosened the tie that was still neatly tied around his neck. Dropping himself in his great chair and closing his eyes dissipated his fatigue.

A few seconds later, the door was knocked. The secretary is standing there.

"Excuse me, sir."

"You're not home yet?" ask Farri wonder. "I told you to go straight home."

The secretary was confused as to how to convey it.

"Why? you want to borrow money? why are you afraid of that?"

The thirty-year-old woman looked embarrassed and shook her head. "No sir. In the waiting room there is someone waiting for you. I was about to go straight in, but I was afraid you were angry, so I told you to wait in the waiting room."

Farri. "Who? made a promise?"

"Not yet sir. That's Miss Keysha, your ex-boyfriend."

Farri clucked lazily. "Well, did he come here again? just tell her to go home!" he closed his eyes again.

"Gee-"

"No way!" cut Keysha off before Farri's secretary answers and closes the door.

Farri glanced towards the lazy door. But he knows that Keysha is stubborn. It would not be easy to drive the woman out of her room if her wishes were not fulfilled.

And what made Farri stunned was Keysha's protruding belly. It was definitely not a bulge due to the satiety of eating. He knows what a bulge is.

"You can get out Ana. But don't go home before this woman comes out of my room. And don't close the door."

"Good sir."

After Ana left the room, Keysha, who was about to approach Farri as usual, stopped when she raised her hand.

"Sit there. We have no relationship!" farrish pointed to the chair across from his desk.

With a snort Keysha sat where Farri had pointed. "Why the hell, beb? usually I sit on your lap?"

Farri laughed sarcastically. "Lo forgot, we're the past. So don't feel like everything is the same!"

"But I still love you." whined Keysha as usual. A weapon that could always knock Farri out. But not anymore. Because the man looks indifferent.

"You want what, come here?" the sharp gaze with the cold voice was foreign to Keysha's ears. There was no other side of his old Farri.

This was their first meeting after the incident at Keysha's apartment. And Keysha can see the hateful look in the eyes that used to always adore him.

"I'm pregnant" Keysha said with a bow. Swiping his protruding stomach. "But Roy doesn't want responsibility. He said because we did it on a need basis, so no one needs to take responsibility. And she said, it's all my fault why I got pregnant."

"Then? what did you come here for. It's your business, Roy. Nothing to do with me!"

"I'm scared." great-grandson Keysha. The usual haughty girl now looked down helplessly. It was never thought at all in Farri's shadow that a Keysha could be so powerless.

"He asked me to remove this stuff. He doesn't want responsibility. He even has a fiancee."

"What does this have to do with me?" too convoluted. It was getting late, pitying Ana who was waiting for them. Farri also thought of his wife who must be waiting for him at home.

"Would you marry me?" the door is hopeful. "So father to this boy."

Now Farri's laughter had completely exploded. "Lo's crazy, Key?" asked Farri with an incredulous look. Why is this woman in front of him so shameless.

"Please help me, baby. He doesn't want responsibility."

"Keep my ngarepin to make the same responsibility that I do not do?"

"I'm sure you still love me. If you are not expecting this child, we can leave it to my parents. But please marry me, beb. I don't want this child to be born without a father. I don't want to tarnish the family's good name." Keysha is crying. This is the first time Farri has seen Keysha's weak side. But that doesn't change his decision.

Just be right. Those who do, why should he be responsible. After all, he already had his own responsibility on the Orange. The woman he now loves and has promised happiness.

Farri. "It's funny, lo! if you know it can ruin a family's good name, why would you do such a disgusting thing?!"

"I'm khilaf, beb. I was bullied when we were in college. Before I knew you."

Deg. Farri's heart stopped beating. He never heard that story. During this time Keysha always looks cheerful without burden. Unexpectedly, the girl hid her own bitter story.

"I'm trying to seduce you, because I think you're just as rich as the other guys. Who will never refuse when given by the body. And hope, you'll be responsible for me someday."

Keysha wiped her tears and looked at Farri grimly. "I'm too arrogant for that. You're a nice guy who doesn't tempt me. But can I be selfish by asking the same help you make as a father to my son?"

Farri sighed. "Sory Key's. Besides you are the woman I hate most on this earth, I also have my own responsibility. I have a woman I love. And it's not elo." replied Farri softened his tone.

"I beg you, Ri. You're the only one I can ask for help."

"If you ask for something else, maybe I can still help you. But if you ask me to take responsibility for the same mistakes I never made. Sorry Key, I can't."

"Can you have this child born without a father?" Keysha was still trying to wash with tears.

"Ka"

Farri's dugout suddenly opened violently. Causing a loud bang when the door collides with the wall.

Farri's eyeballs rounded to get his wife out of there. Since when was Jingga there?

And did the Orangos hear everything?

Or did his wife hear nothing and now misunderstand him?

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