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Dalia has messed up. I muttered to myself with a chuckle. I stood up from my bed to peep out of the window. There she was, running like her life depended on it.

It was funny as I couldn’t stop the laughter from rumbling out of my insides. Then I frowned at how far she was getting this days. It is becoming increasingly hard to hide the pregnancy. No, scratch that. The moment she decided to keep the baby was when it became hard to hide it.

Who are we fooling? Everyone will know Dalia is pregnant in no time. But it shouldn’t be anyone’s business if she is though. I shrugged in agreement.

Few minutes later, I opened the door with my eyebrows furrowed. I didn’t want her to see how comfortable I was in this situation. Maybe I should have prepared a fake cast, bandaged my hands, legs and head, poured ketchup on it just for evidence.

It would be hilarious to see Dalia’s expression after that.

“Dee..” I started but she breezed past me, breathing hard. This is bad. I shouldn’t have let her come