You're Pregnant Miss!

"Mother ..." my tears have flowed profusely. I miss this old lady for whatever, and I want to share all my complaints. But I know enough myself and have promised to face all of this alone. Yes, alone. Together with my baby, who is getting worse. Looks cute.

"Oh my Gosh, Rara. Where are you? Tell me where it is now? Let Aldo pick you up. Where did you take the  baby?" Mother, keep asking me. It felt like my body was trembling and stabbed with various kinds of pain in my heart, but I will pretend to look shaken to the mother's eyes because this is the path I have chosen. Even though she know, it will be like this. But ... What can I say, the rice has become porridge. Even though God has prepared shredded chicken, complete with crackers and peanuts, I don't enjoy it at all. But ... It made me worse off and felt like dying if I didn't remember I had a child.

"Nope. What are you talking about? Rara in Germany. How are you?" I pretended to smile while biting my lips, hold