Become a CEO's Deposit
Disillusioned

A few hours in Yola's apartment before Alva and her parents arrive...

"Ah, my Daniel don't put it inside." Yola said as she sighed under Daniel's body, the peak they will soon get. And simultaneously, as the man stomped strongly, and pressed against hers, the sound of howling, followed by the shaking of Yola's legs from feeling her orgasm, became the end of their romance this afternoon. Daniel uprooted himself and spewed out his lava over Yola's belly.

The woman took a short breath, trying to normalize her blood flow which had just gotten a sting due to the release.

Then, two people who had not worn the clothes, changed to sit at the kitchen table, draining their throats that felt dry, with cold water.

"So he asked you to come here?" Yola asked, putting the glass on the table, turning to look at Daniel who was eating an apple.

"Hem, he's gonna set you up, baby." Reply Daniel, making a cynical smile on Yola's lips appear.

"And you agreed?"

Daniel chewed the apple, but not directly in his swallow, he grabbed Yola's lips, and put the apple into her mouth. Yola didn't refuse at all, for her Daniel always taught her something new, and it was fun.

Daniel smiled in anguish. "Of course, he'll come with his parents when we make love."

"Did he want to see your big one?" Trifling Yola, with a soft look.

Daniel chuckled at hearing it. "Maybe, but I'll make sure he gets stuck with his own game." Daniel was sure.

"What's? You got a plan?"

"Hem."

"What?"

Daniel closed his body, whispering in Yola's ear. "I'll tell you, after we play once on the table."

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Sunlight is proof that the morning has greeted the inhabitants of the earth. That day, Chilla had everything she needed to go with her boyfriend, she had only brought along as necessary, files that were important, and she needed to take care of her marriage to Alva.

Ma, Pa sorryin Chilla.

He put the letter on his desk.

He and Alva had agreed that they would leave after Pram and Sarah left for work, and it was only 30 minutes left.

Bi Inah, the housekeeper was asked to call his employer's son for breakfast, by climbing the stairs, Bi Inah arrived at Chilla's room.

While the owner of the room is back feeling nauseous. Yes, from that day to this day, he was always like this, he felt his body was fine, only the nausea sometimes attacked suddenly. But he never told anyone.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door did not ignore Chilla, he continued to spit out whatever was in his swallow, until the yellowish liquid that felt bitter tinged at the end of his throat.

"Miss, it's breakfast time," said Bi Inah for the umpteenth time, but still no guarantee whatsoever. Already used to go in and out of Chilla's room, finally the middle-aged woman decided to check on the state of the Miss.

At her sight the bathroom door opened, and for the umpteenth time, the woman watched her master's son vomit. He was a little suspicious, especially the girl several times to enter the young mango when he went to the market, or just ask the security guard to buy fruit. And there are many more oddities that make Bi Inah suspicious.

Opo meteng yo? What is karo sopo?

Huwek...

Chilla held onto her stomach, then washed her mouth as she felt a little relieved. And when she turned around, Chilla was shocked, because her housekeeper was already standing there.

"Bi Inah, make Chilla shocked," he said, holding his chest.

"Non sorry, I've been knocking at the door, but Miss didn't answer." Terang Inah did not feel good, seeing Chilla put on a slightly irritated face.

"Isn't anything Bi, breakfast is ready?"

"Neg Non, Miss is waiting for Madam same Master at the dinner table."

Chilla developed a smile, her thumb and index finger forming the letter o. "okay." Then get downstairs.

Chilla had just joined the dining table with her father and mother, she was immediately greeted by Pram and Sarah with a bright face.

"You've been tidy early this morning, where are you going?" Sarah asked, her mouth talking, but her hands were busy serving her husband.

Chilla blinked flirtatiously, "Yes Ma—"

Again, the nausea returned as he continued to inhale the aroma of rice that was so piercing, he immediately closed his mouth, and skidded towards the sink.

Pram and Sarah looked at each other, looking at the tiny back of Chilla who was trying to vomit something in her stomach while patting her on the nape.

Bi Inah was increasingly convinced, that there was something going on with Chilla, the girl with the bangs could not have just experienced ordinary pain. Finally, gathering courage, Bi Inah approached her two masters.

"Mistress, sir," he called and lowered his head.

Sarah wanted to get to Chilla, so she stopped, heard her maid call.

"What's up, huh?" That's Pram's voice, he first snatched than the wife, Sarah lost fast when he was already raging earlier.

Bi Inah tightly grasped the napkin in his hand, he felt nervousness had swept over him, until the air in the room felt not enough. What if it turns out the assumption is wrong?

While Chilla was still busy with nausea in her stomach, Bi Inah finally told her what she saw, all the strange things that happened suddenly to Chilla. Not to complain, but it would be better if Sarah and Pram knew, thought Bi Inah.

Sarah covered her slightly gaping mouth with both hands, while Pram was petrified in place.

Not likely.

"Well, aren't you lying?" Sarah asked, trying to convince her that it wasn't true.

However, before Inah answered, Chilla came, standing among the three with a look of confusion. Why was everyone staring at him with such a look?

Especially her mother, now Sarah faces Chilla directly with a serious facial water. Scrutinizing Chilla's body from top to bottom, looks more contained, Sarah's inner.

"Chilla, Mama will ask, but Chilla must answer honestly well, is it true that you often vomit in the morning like this?" Sarah asked with red eyes. However, he still held it, because he believed in his daughter, that the girl could not do it all.

Whether Chilla realized it or not, she actually nodded with her innocent face.

Pram closed his eyes for a moment, looking at the princess's answer.

"What's true, you also like to drip on young mango Bi Hinah?" Sarah on the second question.

Again, Chilla nodded, but this time hesitated a little, seeing her father and mother's gaze start to differ, there was a flash of anger and disappointment there.

"Chilla, Mama answered honestly, are you—pregnant?"

The deg!

Chilla was stunned by the patterned netra, the reflex he held his stomach that looked still flat. His reddened eyes looked at his father and mother in turn. He bit his lower lip, he did not know what to answer, because he did not know that there was another life in his womb.

"Chilla answered Mama!" Sarah snapped a little.

And Chilla could only shake her head, a sign she didn't know.

Sarah's breath was hunting, both her hands raised and holding her daughter's shoulders. His eyes were radiating a mountain of curiosity.

"Jawab Mama Chilla, are you pregnant?" Sarah asked again, hoping her son would say no out loud. However, like swallowing gall, Sarah was faced with disappointment.

"Chilla does not know Ma, Chilla does not know." The girl continued to shake her head, her tears shed, not because she did not want to accept the meaning of the present fetus, but her position went awry, and somehow she felt afraid now.

Sarah's hand held tight. "So you really did? If you say you don't know, there's a good chance you're pregnant with Chilla."

The girl with the bangs fluttered, kept sobbing without even answering, her tongue was twisted. Until finally, Pram who had just sat down lethargic, grabbed his daughter's wrist and dragged her out a little rough.

"Tell me, who's the bastard who did this to you, show me where the house is." Pram said coldly, and it was successful in making Chilla cry even more.

"Pa, sorry Chilla." The isak was choked.

Immediately Pram stopped his footsteps right in front of the door, turning to look at Chilla who continued to cry behind her body. The apology seemed to be proof, that their daughter had indeed done such a despicable deed. The blood in Pram's body boiled to the top of the crown.

"What reason are you doing this, huh? What less did Papa and Mama educate you? Did we spoil you too much, you're just like this?" Shouted Pram loudly. The silent space was broken by the sound of his bass, no one was able to hold his head up now, everything was silent and silent.

Even Sarah, could only stay in her place, watching the husband who was expressing disappointment to their daughter. His chest felt tight, his tears could not be stopped, flowing like they would never run out.

"Chilla, Chilla's in love with her Pa,"

PLAQUE!!!

One loud slap floated up, Chilla held her hot cheek with tears in her eyes, but the slap meant nothing now, rather than the disappointment that he inculcated in the hearts of his parents. He had thrown dirt on both of them's faces.

"Omong empty. Love is not like this, Chilla. You should be a little smarter, and use your brain. Now tell me who's that badjangan?" Strangling with increasingly sharpened eyes.

The sound of Pram's cry was so loud, it reached Mona's ears and Jonathan's. The two people who were busy with their respective activities, immediately decided to see what was really going on with their neighbors and friends.

As soon as they reached the courtyard of Pram's house, the two were flabbergasted, seeing Chilla crying, and the father looking very angry.

"Say Chilla, who's the man in the head who's got you pregnant?" Pram's jolt for the umpteenth time, seeing his daughter who just flinch while continuing to sob and squash her hands that feel cold sweat.

"Pa," said Chilla, "Chilla's sorry, Pa,"

Pram shook both of Chilla's shoulders."Papa, not only did you apologize to Chilla, we wanted to know who the father of the child was, WHO???

"ALVA."

"Alva the father of the boy."

Everyone looked at the source of the voice, not least Sarah, she immediately covered out and looked at a man with breath that was panting because he had shouted as loud as he could, acknowledging that the fetus in the birth of Chilla, is the fruit of their love.

Yes, that man is Alva. Feeling a long wait for her girl in the car, Alva finally decided to peek, but her reaction was not much different from both parents, she was aghast, hearing Pram who asked the father of the child in her birth.

Mona staggered a little, but was soon caught by Jonathan, her breath felt choked, hearing Alva's confession clearly.

Alva walked towards Pram and Chilla, he glanced slightly at his parents, but he did not stop, now his goal was the girl, he knew Chilla was scared now, and he didn't want Chilla to feel that fear alone.

"Of,"

BUGH!

Just one word that Alva said, Pram's direct hit, he attacked blindly to make the young man fall to the ground. However, with the rest of his strength Alva rose up, then rested at Pram's feet.

And Pram gives back his kick, making Chilla squeal. Alva tried to get up, back down and down as low as possible.

"Om, I'm sorry, but I promise, I'll take responsibility." Alva said reassuringly, he did not care about the drop of blood flowing from the corner of his lips due to Pram's punch, which he wanted now was only the blessing of the middle-aged man.

Pram raised one eyebrow. "Don't you—"

"Om, Chilla and I are guilty, but we really love each other, please,"

"I'm not—"

"Don't ban us Om, please let us get married" Alva said.

"How about Yola?" Jonathan suddenly. "You should also take responsibility for him."

Alva glanced at the father, the hatred was growing, at a time like this his father was still talking about Yola. Damnit damnit!

The young man turned back to face Pram. "Om, trust me, I just did it with Chilla, and about that safety." Glances at Jonathan sharp. "It was Alva's, but I used it with Chilla Om. Please believe in Alva." It is so honest. It ruins for a moment its sense of prestige.

Sobbing, the man was really weak right now, Alva continued to whine like a child asking to buy toys to his parents. He no longer knew what to do with what he proved his sincerity towards Chilla, his mistake was indeed so great, but he had convinced himself to make amends.

Not wanting to make Alva alone face her father, Chilla who was still crying sat down next to the man.

"Pa, please bless us, Brother Alva has promised to be responsible, Pa," There's no other word but sorry that came out of both mouths.

Pram pulled one corner of his lips up. "Hey, you guys are funny."

"Pa, I beg you." Pinta Chilla with lips that kept shaking.

"You guys rengi—"

"We're going to reflect on our mistakes Om, but I'm really asking for Om's blessing now." Cut Alva. "I promise I'll take care of Chilla and our son."

"You're this—"

"Pa, please. Chilla promised not to disappoint Papa with Mama again." Chilla followed Alva, to continue begging.

"Quite—"

"Pa, Om."

"HAISH, STOP INTERRUPTING!!! I JUST WANTED TO GET YOU MARRIED SOON."

Haa? Chilla and Alva.

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