When Married?
The KM Part 61
"What's this?" The face of Literature looks very worried.
"Open up" said Bunga still with a smile on his lips.
Literature opened the envelope and took out the contents, seeing a flat object that had two red lines and a black and white photo.
"What do these two things mean, honey? I don't understand." Literature stared at the questionable Flower.
Flowers grabbed Literature's hand and put that hand on her stomach, Literature frowned at the sign she still didn't understand.
"Sas, I'm pregnant."
DEG....
Literature suddenly froze like a lump of ice at the north pole upon hearing the words Flowers spoke.
"I hope we can immediately formalize our relationship in marriage for the sake of the growing baby in my womb" she asked.
"You ha-pregnant?" Stuttering literature.
"Yes Sas, I'm pregnant, this is your son our son" he said with a happy twinkle in his eyes.
"W-how... how can it?" Literature is like a dazed person.
"What do you mean by your question? haven't we done it often? do you remember before leaving for New Zealand we make love many times do it without safety, and what we do it will produce a fetus is not it? even last night you spilled it again inside me."
Literature suddenly felt darkness envelop him, the most avoided taboo words in his life were now heard again. The kid? Be married?
Instantly it is also the trauma of his past about the betrayal of the father who injured his soul and made Sastra feel that the two things are a futile thing again to the surface filled his entire soul, he thought as if a dead end made the monster in him who had been asleep reappear through his bloodstream.
It is true that only Flowers can make him fall in love, making him a loyal and responsible figure, always protecting and loving the girl he loves.
But it turns out that it is not enough to heal the wounds of his past, now that the wounds in his soul are more domineering and squeezing his love, the trauma has taken hold of him and forced him to take over his senses.
Literature pulled her hand from the belly of the Flower, the expression on her face that had always been warm when with the Flower had now suddenly disappeared, changing with the look of sharp eyes and hardened jaws, which had a sharp, and it all did not escape the observation of the Flower that saw the change in the face of Literature is not as usual.
Literature looked at the Flower with a sharp gaze as cold as ice made the Flower did not recognize the look of her lover's eyes.
"Why Sas? what's up?" The eyes of the Flower looked into those cold eyes looking for what was going on with her lover.
"Flowers...." Words paused.
"Yes what's wrong?" The flowers looked at him worriedly.
"Evocate the baby!"
Flowers were trying to digest the words he had just heard. "What-what are you saying?"
Bunga tried to ask as calmly as possible hoping that he just misheard it. Literature threw the envelope along with the test pack and the USG photo onto the bed.
"Evictimize the baby! because I never wanted to have children!" he shouted with a high voice.
PLAQUE....
The floating Flower hand slapped the man before him. Flowers felt like there were thousands of swords pouring down right at his heart, rummaging through his soul without mercy, it felt so painful thousands of times over to hear those words hurtling from the man he loved so much, Her tears began to fall as her trembling body fell and fell to the floor.