The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
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"What's? Pregnant?"

"Yes, you're two months pregnant. There's our son here" Mike explained a second time. He even smiled as he touched Naya's flat stomach.

"Here, here are the descendants of Abraham's family" he continued with his hands still stroking.

Suddenly Mike's smile that had been beautiful, disappeared instantly. He looked at Naya who was throwing her face.

"Why is your expression that?" ask Mike. He forced Naya's face.

"Then how should I? Gotta prance happy prancing, don't you think?" sahut Naya ketus. He chuckles at the irony, then brushes Mike's hand off the cheek. "Remember, if I were just your toy. We have no relationship. What about the fate of this child? Is he gonna be like me, a kid who only knows mom's name?"

Mike was silent, he was dead said. Naya looked at him so sharply. Does this have anything to do with pregnancy hormones?

"Don't you say you don't want to marry anyone? I'm just a toy that's ready to be called and ready if ever thrown away. Then how should I go? What will be the fate of this child?" continued Naya with a slightly loud tone of voice made Mala who was there close her eyes.

"Hey, why are you screaming, anyway? Who wants to throw you out? I want to marry you, Naya. Who wants to leave you? I've said many times that I never thought of leaving you. So stop thinking in vain. I'll never throw you away. Understood?" mike Sahut. Full of pressure in every word. Especially the last word.

Naya fell silent. His heart was melting great. That means the opportunity to get dumped and run away from Mike is completely non-existent.

"I'll be a father. And you will certainly be the mother and mistress of a Mike," continued Mike again with enthusiasm.

Naya remained silent. He blinked as if making sure what he heard was real.

'Madam? What does that mean?' inner Naya.

However, not yet had time to say a word, Mike first grasped his hand. "Naya, let's get married. We're having a wedding next week."

Naya reflexively pulled her hand. He returned to throw his face away. 'Married? How do I marry an emotional person like him? Does anyone guarantee that my son and I will be okay?' his inner.

Mike who saw the displeasure Naya directly hit his own lips. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were sick. I was too excited to forget about your condition."

Pausing another word, Mike again directed Naya's face to look at him. ''So Naya, we'll have a wedding after you're healed, how?"

Naya is getting stifled. Really, he doesn't know what to answer. Is it really the guy in front of this Mike? Mike has always ruled. Is this really a Mike who always underestimates and discards what conscience is? Is it true that the man in front of him right now is Mike, a playboy guy who likes to have fun? Now the playboy wants to start a serious relationship. Oh God ....

Naya's head suddenly throbbed, she was slowly laying down as her arms and back were injured on the right so she could only sleep on her side.

Surprisingly, Mike was quick to help without being asked. Naya's eyes glared great, is this really Mike? It's really hard to get into a deacon.

"Now rest. Don't move much. Take care of our health so that our children are okay," said Mike again. Now the man kissed Naya's stomach and stood up. A second later twisting the heel closer to Mala.

Mala nodded and agreed. He approached Naya, took a bowl of porridge that was already available on the nightstand and said, "Miss, now it's time for lunch. So please cooperate."

Behind the door, Mike meets Jordan. The confidant had been there since eight in the morning.

"Hows it? Is there any news of that cunning beard?" mike asked without looking at Jordan at all. He who is neat looks growling great. The hands had even been clenched tightly and there was absolutely no trace of blood there. She's pissed. Intentions to kill Herry himself. However, it was unexpected when the chase Herry actually hit by a motorcycle and died on the spot.

"Our people are still looking, sir," Jordan said.

"I must see him suffer. I won't let him out." Mike saw the clinging to Jordan. "Give everyone up. Search her. Want to live or die I want him," snarled Mike and left and followed Jordan from behind.

***

Naya has been in the hospital for four days. Four days also Mike back and forth to visit. The man looked even more enthusiastic about asking about babies and so forth.

Naya I don't know. He still doubts.

"Sir, I want to see him for a moment" Naya said as she tried to wear a sweater. The one who saw it helped. Naya's hand is still bandaged automatic movement is also still very limited.

"I'm with you" said Mala.

Naya shook her head while smiling. "I'll just be a minute."

"But Miss."

"Just for a minute."

"alright. Don't dawdle. I'm afraid Young Master is coming here. What do I have to say?"

"Yes, I get it."

Naya is gone. He walked slowly towards the room where Burhan was being treated.

No wait for long, he arrived there and is now standing in front of Burhan. Seeing Burhan like that made Naya just be quiet. He wanted to curse Burhan, but Burhan was also struggling.

Silently, Naya did not understand what to say. Suddenly a voice from outside jolted Naya. Naya was Laura's voice. Hurry him into the closet. In that narrow space he could see Laura coming with Marta. Both seem familiar. Naya did not even believe it, Laura's fierce face and Marta who was always expressionless now looked happy. Both giggle.

'T-wait. M-they ... What's the hug?'