Find Me Daddy
Testpack(L2)

Nathan follows MArsha's car to his house, where Marsha exits his car and walks up to Nathan.

"This is lo's house?" Ask Nathan.

Marsha gave a short nod, she actually wanted to say something.

"Jude, come on." Take Nathan and open his helmet.

"Attent." Marsha held Nathan's hand, making the look on her husband's face shrivel in wonder.

"Better, you come after the results are clear."

"meaning?" Nathan looked at MArsha with an eyebrow raised by one.

"If it turns out I'm not pregnant, we can get divorced, right?"

Nathan's countenance turned flat, making MArsha stare at him guiltily.

"Nathan, your future is long. We don't love each other, how can we continue this marriage?" Marsha asked in a soft voice.

"Please, let me check first. If. ..,"

"If you're pregnant, you won't be able to escape me Sha."

Degh!!

Marsha stared at Nathan's glare, Nathan's stern words making Marsha no longer warted.

"This time, I follow your will again. After this, don't stop me from acting. Whatever it is" Nathan said in a cold voice.

Nathan returned to wearing his helmet, Marsha rewinded his steps not wanting to block the pace of Nathan's vehicle.

"Where's your phone." Nathan Pinta.

Without a second thought, Marsha gave up her phone. Seen, Nathan typed something and returned his phone.

"That's my number, if the testpack results show two lines. Call me soon, I'll come with my parents" Nathan said.

Marsha nodded stiffly, she remained standing there until Nathan left on his motorbike.

Marsha turned around to enter her house, as she went inside. His body stiffened when he saw his sister standing in the doorway while looking at him sharply.

"Lo know him, brother?" Asked Varo with a flat face.

"Aren't you familiar?"

Varo fell silent, he looked into his brother's eyes. Looking for the lies her sister told.

"Lo's lying." Lirih Varo's.

"Var, he's just taking sister home. We didn't know each other, because it was on the road. Brother can be a little bit of a problem" said Marsha trying to convince her sister.

"Udah well, brother go into the room first." Pamit Marsha's. Before leaving, he took the time to pat his sister on the shoulder.

Varo stared at his brother's departure with a question in his heart. He clearly saw Nathan, the young man he met that night.

In the room, Marsha rushed to use a testpack of various brands. Even try everything and wait for the results.

All the testpacks he's lining up on the sink. His net moved uneasily and his feelings were now unsettled.

"These results all determine my life in the future. Hopefully, it doesn't produce the seeds that grow in my womb." Inner Marsha, unconsciously her hand stroked her flat stomach.

Ten minutes waiting, Marsha returned to see results. The first testpack that Marsha saw, made her body very limp.

"What'sthis? line two? no. .. must be wrong, there must be a line one." Marsha Gumam.

Marsha checked the others, and showed the same results. Instantly, Marsha's body degenerated. In fact, the red line was bright. Not faint anymore, making himself frightened.

"No, no way hiks ... no ...." Marsha's hand trembled, and aimed to touch her stomach.

Marsha thought about how disappointed her parents looked. Disappointed his brother and his sister. Marsha couldn't bear to see it all.

He felt as if his world was collapsing at that very instant, he was banging his head around condemning the stupidity he had made before to produce a life that grew in his womb.

Geck!

Geck!

"Marsha!"

Marsha hurried to open the door. Upon seeing her daughter's messy condition, Zeva wondered.

"Darling, what's wrong? why is his face so puffy?" Asked Zeva with great gentleness.

Marsha immediately hugged the mother, she shed her tears.

"Mother hiks .. hiks .. I'm sorry, sorry." Isaac Marsha.

"What's wrong? hm, the same mother's story," said Zeva.

"I'm pregnant mother."

JDEER!!

"Pregnant?! YOU PREGNANT?! WHO IMPREGNATED YOU HUH?!"

"Mother ...." Marsha was shocked by the anger of her mother.

"Say! why are you humiliating us!! want to put where our face is on your pregnancy huh!!"

Degh!!

"MARSHA!!!"

Marsha regained her senses with decapitated breath, cold sweat flooding her forehead.

Geck!

Geck!

"Marsha! are you okay, son?"

Marsha wiped her sweat, she hurriedly washed her face in the sink. Then, he looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror.

"Hah .. it was just a delusion of fear." Marsha Gumam.

"But what if my fear comes true? Mother will die to me, I have disappointed them." Lirih Marsha's.

Geck!

Geck!

"Sha!! open up baby, why are you?!"

Not wanting to make Zeva more worried, Marsha rushed to open the door.

"Mother." Call Marsha.

"Haahh .. Mother thinks you are why," said Zeva with a sigh of relief.

Zeva hugged Marsha, Marsha's body stiffened instantly. "Don't make you worry" said Zeva.

Then, Zeva took off her embrace. He rubbed Marsha's wet face. Apparently, her daughter's lips were very pale.

"Eh, why are your lips pale? Your face also looks lethargic, are you sick?" Ask Zeva.

Marsha quickly shook her head, she forced her smile to rise adorning her face.

"No bun, it just doesn't feel good anymore." Lirih Marsha's.

"Mother incandescent well his stomach," said Zeva.

"Nr ...,".

"Udah! you recite, if the wind in let is also not good. Moreover, you have stomach acid. Come sleep, mother take the wind oil first!" Decree Zeva.

When Zeva exits Marsha's room, look for wind oil. Rushing Marsha tidied up her testpack, she hid it in the soap storage drawer.

"Eh, I'm still there. Come sleep!" Pekik Zeva when he found the princess still in the bathroom.

Marsha said she threw herself in her bed. While Zeva sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted her daughter's shirt up to the stomach.

"Eat him, if you tell him to eat, eat. Don't diet, it hurts." Omel Zeva's.

Marsha was just silent, she was enjoying her mother's scolding with mixed feelings.

Oil has been drilled into the stomach of his daughter, Zeva began to massage him.

"Wash the water well?" Ask Zeva.

MArsha nodded, "Current bun." Lirih Marsha, feel the pleasure of the massage of the mother in her stomach.

As Zeva's hand was pointing downwards, she stopped her movement. His forehead shriveled, he looked at his daughter's stomach and slightly pressed down on her.

"Tough yah? how many days have you not pooped?" Ask Zeva.

"Just this morning, why?"

"Your stomach is hard, a little bit bumpy too."

"Most breeze trapped bun," Marsha said casually.

Zeva fell silent, she continued to massage her daughter's stomach slowly. But there was one thing he remembered. Instantly, Zeva removed her hand from the princess' stomach.

"Eh, but the mother fit again pregnant young like her stomach. Hard, like not pooping for days."

Degh!!!

Marsha's body was holding, her heart was beating very fast. A cold sweat drenched his forehead, he was completely frightened right now.

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