He's my son, not your son
Chapter 3

At nightfall, Mita and Bang Alwi gathered together. Even without my knowledge, bang Ali contacted his co-workers who worked as a police officer to the police commander.

There are also soldiers and Intel, we chat problems that I'm experiencing. They'll look at me from afar because they're worried that I'm whatever.

After ten o'clock at night we finally met at a place that had been agreed, and sure enough he brought with him a group of friends. Even people who don't know me will participate.

However, something is of concern to me. The fat woman who is always close to Devan, he never wants to stay away from Devan as if he is the one who rules in Devan.

"Well we find a supermarket and retest it there, I'll go inside the toilet!" Said the fat lady.

"Huh?"

"Why? Scared huh?"

"Oh no, yes!"

We went to the nearest supermarket there, where employees were astonished to see the four of us in the toilet.

After waiting fifteen minutes the results remained the same, two bright red lines in two different tests.

"4n 1n 6 is the Devan." The woman cursed.

We went straight to the starting place where they were sitting waiting, looking Devan's face tensed waiting for his result.

When we arrived, I was shocked by the woman. He throws the results of the test into a table full of drinking water.

"4n j1 n6 you baby. The responsibility is."

"What am I responsible for? It could have been that Andin was just lying that it was my son, not that time he had said that she was pregnant he would not be looking for me. Then what now?"

"Yes, from the beginning I was sure that this Andin was actually pregnant because his p4 yu d4 r4 was swollen" Yanti said.

"So what do you want?"

"Si Andin wants her to marry KUA, let the child have his status" replied Mita.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Andin. Why can't you talk? Sudden mute?" The hardik.

This heart grew sore, this wound could not be treated by an apology. I held my stomach that hurt, probably because I thought too much that my stomach hurt so much.

"Yes that was, I want her to marry KUA only after that want divorce was not a problem" answered me.

"Tuh Devan, would he not marry her because she is divorced?"

"Well, what is marriage?"

"Denger is Devan's answer. So just go home."

"No, this is Devan's son."

Brak ...

The woman threw the right stuff about my p4 h4, I'm sure she was after my stomach. I glanced at each corner signaling that I was okay.

"What if in k****t only? I used to be rich, right, baby?" Ask Yanti.

"How rich is that?" Ask Devan. I glared at her question.

"Yes five million most expensive. Until it heals."

"Well, how do you want it?"

I kept thinking about all the risks I would face, if I did that then I would never have another child. But if I don't do that, then my future will be ruined.

"Where?" Ask Yanti gently.

"Answer!" This time the woman yelled and kicked at me. Again he was after my stomach but got hit at the foot of the table and my leg.

At the same time the people who were with me came to us. And at once they were shocked by all this.

"Oh, the rame-rame apparently!" Syndicate the woman.

"OK I agree, but I'm asking in three days."

"G1 l4, where's Devan coming from?" Ask the others.

"Well, did you think that when you told me to do all that? Don't you? So break even dong ya!"

"Well, let me sell my favorite motorcycle."

"Loh can't do it baby, how will you work rich? How will you get me rich?"

"Heh listen yes, that Devan wants to marry me later three weeks," he continued.

"Oh." Answer me.

I photographed her face and her ID card, so that if anything happened it would be easy to find that person.

Long story short, the other friends wanted to take me home. However, I refused it I just wanted to think about all of this myself. Before going home one of my friends and brother to me, talk to me about all this.

"Don't agree if you do that."

"Who wants to be rich?"

"Yes, you go home and get enough rest don't think about all this."

I said goodbye to them and kissed her hand, all the way I thought that I would kill the D1 R1 because even if I lived nothing would make all these circumstances better.

I posted status on my wathsap in the form of a lonely street video accompanied by a bridge that supposedly always has victims there.

"If I have to lose one life, then it's better to disappear with all of you" (In addition to the video)

I went back to my motorbike towards home, my phone was not stopping to shake the sign that there were many messages coming into my phone. However, all I ignore just like that until when I arrive at home I will open all the messages.

"God, what should I do now?" My prayer in my heart.

After a while, I arrived in front of my house. I immediately put the motor inside and rushed to clear my face.

After I locked the door and laid my body on the bed, I glanced at the big glass in front of me.

His stomach is as clear as it seems to wear tight clothes, but I always wear loose clothes and oversize so no one knows and realizes all that.

"Did I just give my son to someone else who would take care of my son sincerely?" Ask me in my heart. That night I couldn't sleep well, my mind just kept drifting somewhere.

Ting!

[Sir, are you asleep?"] Incoming messages from bang Alwi.

[Not yet, why bang?] Send.

Ting!

[Sleep, pregnant women are not good at staying up so rich.]

[He's sleeping] Send.

Ting!

[Now!]

I didn't reply to her to look like I was asleep at the time. However, it turned out that he sent me another message.

Ting!

[Tomorrow we meet ya, there's something you want to ask you, deck.]

[Why not now? We both talk!"] Send.

Ting!

[Medic dong.]

[Current, unclear. I'm going to sleep first] Send.

Ting!

[Sleeping well my angel."]

I lay down and tried to keep my eyes closed, but it was very difficult.