Cara Menyembunyikan Perut Hamil Novels & Stories

I had been hiding for seventeen weeks. Not just the pregnancy, though that was the most practical and consuming form of it. I had been hiding in a broader sense, the sense that preceded the pregnancy by years. I had hidden in the guest room of the penthouse. I had hidden in baggy scrubs and surgical gowns and supply closets with crackers. I had hidden my sketchbooks and my medical records and my own name at the clinic. I had hidden the ticket confirmation in the pages of a sketchbook and then hidden the sketchbook at the back of a table as though even my own plans were something to be ashamed of.

I walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye, and watched him leave. Closing the door, I leaned against it and placed a hand over my belly. Hiding this pregnancy was getting harder every day. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep our little secret. But I had to. At least until Ethan found some stability again and we could finally celebrate without any worry.

He thinks I did something ungodly with Kelvin. It's best if I just let him be and continue living like strangers. Yea...that's what I'll do. And as for the pregnancy result. I'm not telling that rude jerk! I'll hide the pregnancy from him forever. I'll go to the mall later and buy huge clothes I would wear when the baby bump arrives. He'll never know and when I would give birth, I'll go to dad's house and he'll take me to the hospital. I yawned.

If I can hide my pregnancy for the next two month, before anyone starts to notice it, that would be enough for me to have saved up some money, that would last me for a while. I had managed to prepare early, Mary was a huge help, she gave me a drink, she says, it will help me be calm and relaxed all day, that I will even forget that I am pregnant, and true to her words, as soon as I took the drink, my nerves relaxed, I just pray it remained that way till the boss leaves and goes back to Africa.

Charlotte had kept the secret for almost three months, hiding it behind layers of excuses, long nights, and evasion. But the reality was undeniable now—she could no longer keep her pregnancy from Utter. The baby was his. It was time to tell him, even if it felt like the weight of the world was about to come crashing down on her.

The same man he always felt insecure about and I always made him feel like he was making things up. I couldn’t tell him. “No,” I shook my head. “I can’t tell him.” Nora let out a wistful sigh. “So how do you intend on keeping something like that from him forever? Your protruding stomach is going to betray your secret.” I swallowed hard. “I’m terminating the pregnancy.”

I cover half of a purple bruise shaped like my lips, too large for a single strip to hide. “It’s ours,” she says simply. “I won’t take it from you.” Something knotted in my gut unravels. “How are we going to hide the pregnancy, then?”

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, lifting her loose sweater slowly. Her breath caught as she stared at her reflection. The gentle swell that had been barely noticeable just weeks ago was now unmistakably there, a soft, rounded curve pushing outward from her lower abdomen. At just over four months along, her pregnant belly was starting to show in a way that made everyday clothes feel tighter and her body feel irrevocably changed. She turned sideways, running both hands over the smooth, warm skin. A flutter of movement inside made her smile, a dark, possessive thrill blooming in her chest.

Her stomach was back to normal again. ‘Thank you.’ She thought, caressing her stomach. ‘Like father Like his pup!! Never listen to me at first.’ She chuckled and walked out of the restroom. She had to plan a surprise for Theodore to break this news, but before that, she had to hide it, and she knew whom she had to contact to hide her pregnancy for a couple of days. *

Se aftó to méros kai se aftín tin óra Apó tous kidemónes ton mystikón tis nýchtas Párte ta kleidiá stin kardiá mou Kai kleíste tis pórtes tou myaloú mou I closed my opened hand as the blue sphere continued to circle around me and I leaned my head back softly. Careful not to strain my neck and break concentration, I recited these lines to close off my mind from any outside forces. To protect my thoughts to my own, an unbreakable barrier unless I said otherwise. A soft pressure made its way to my head, not hard enough to cause a headache or migraine but just enough to let me know that I was shielded and protected.