I thought You were Love
Contacting Eagle
Jeff left the car engine still on to keep the AC alive, he himself chose to get out of the car leaning on the door. One of the security houses approached Jeff.
“Nona Kyra didn't come home, Sir ?”
“Still inside, asleep. I can't bear to wake him up, want to be carried later ngambek.”
“Ya already Sir, I stay.”
“Hm.”
Not long after, Kyra woke up and realized that she was in the Reka residence. “Why don't you wake me?” kyra asked after she got out of the car.
Jeff looked at Kyra's grimacing face.
“Neither tega.”
“Gombal,” ketus Kyra then walk leaving Jeff.
Rushing off the car engine, Jeff followed Kyra's steps. “Kyra, so when can we talk seriously?”
“Neighborhood.”
“Now only yes,” pinta Jeff.
Kyra clucked but did not refuse. Sitting on the sofa of the living room of the Reka residence, Jeff also sat opposite Kyra.
Kyra calls the housekeeping assistant Reka, “Mbok makein drink dong,” pinta Kyra. Kyra was even engrossed with her phone, Jeff was quite anxious to see the woman's behavior. Maybe he'll talk to or rebuke Kyra but right now Jeff knows he's wrong.
“Kyra,” call Jeff slowly.
“Hm.”
“Can we talk, or can I go see Mr Eagle?”
“Eh, no. Why did you meet Papah?”
The Mbok came to bring drinks for Jeff and Kyra. Jeff reopened his voice.
“I'm serious Kyra, I want to be in charge.”
“What's responsible?”
Jeff rubbed his face rough. “Insponsible for your pregnancy, because I am the one who hammers you.”
Kyra stared at Jeff's face especially the two eyes that did not show lies. The man was really serious in his words. Kyra suddenly mellows, considering the treatment she received from Jeff as well as Sena including the disappointment of her parents. Both of Kyra's eyes had already condensed even she bit her lips holding back a cry.
Jeff approaches Kyra and settles in front of the woman. Pasting her face on Kyra's knee, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry and affected by Mother's incitement. We shouldn't have used you just to avenge him,” Jeff said.
“Hit me Kyra, clear your anger. But please accept my intention to fix the mess I've made. Our family relationships are like tangled threads and we will both unravel them.”
“You don't know what I've been through.”
“From now on let me accompany you and replace the time you have passed with weight.”
“Long?”
“I'm serious.”
Jeff stretched out his hand wipe Kyra's tears, “Don't cry anymore huh, there I am. We'll pass it together." Kyra flinch, Jeff rubs Kyra's stomach carefully for fear of being pushed aside by Kyra. Even now Jeff sits next to Kyra and then looks down to kiss the stomach that looks already patterned.
“Already know the gender?” jeff asked with his hands still in Kyra's stomach.
“Male,” Reply Kyra.
Jeff leaned back and spoke in front of Kyra's stomach. “Hey boy, sorry Papi just greeted you. Don't be naughty yes, pity Mami .. auw.” Jeff rubbed his pinched hand on Kyra.
“Papi, Mommy? Indeed I agree to his call so?”
Jeff chuckled softly. Kyra hissed feeling uneasy with her body.
"You why? What's that hurting?" ranta Jeff freaking out.
"It's not painful but painful. His back, waist, feet and soles. Any man knows what it's like to be pregnant."
Without permission, Jeff rubs Kyra's waist. At first Kyra wanted to rebel and refused Jeff's hand stroke but stuck out because she felt comfortable with Jeff's touch.
"Eh, why are you near Kyra, move!" pinta Reka just arrived.
"Om Reka, it's not what Om thinks."
"What am I thinking? You stay seated" Reka told Jeff. Take out his phone and call someone.
"Hello, Bang Eagle."
"Ehh, Om Reka don't call Papa."
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