I'm Just a Figurant
Ch 63 - Alkha

I woke up with a warm touch all over my face.

"Cups... Cup... Cup..." The endless sound of kissing. I opened my eyes slowly and found Alex peeling all over my face.

"Stop." I held her lips. But Alex is still pushy. Didn't get my lips, she switched to my neck. "Yes..."

"Hem?"

"Stop..."

"You're good."

"I still stink. Haven't showered..."

"But I like it."

"Isshhhhhhhh." - I..."

"Wake up baby. Breakfast first." I saw Alex. The man is neat. Wearing a grey t-shirt and light gray casual pants. Her hair looks wet. His face looks very fresh.

Suddenly a flash of last night's scene flashed in my head. Remembering that scene brought my embarrassment back. I covered my whole body with a blanket.

How humiliating!! How humiliating!! How humiliating!!

Those are the only words that deserve me.

"Why is your body you're covering, baby? I've seen it all. Feel every inch of it. Tasting sweetness..."

"Deehhhh!!" I threw a pillow. Wish that perverted guy stopped his chatter. Instead of being angry, Alex laughed out loud. I feel like I want to cry again.

Suddenly I felt hugs and kisses from outside the blanket.

"Yuk shower. If the blanket isn't opened, I'll carry it to the bathroom with the blanket."

I knew the men's threat would always be real. When the hell can I rebel and refute his words? In front of Alex, I seemed to be a submissive woman who lost her decisiveness.

I opened the blanket slowly and was greeted by a warm kiss. Alex picked up my shirt that was splattered on the floor and helped me pair it up. I'm like a little boy whose parents help me put on clothes.

"Wake first what breakfast?"

"Mandy."

"okay."

Hup. Within a second I was in his arms. My body is so limp. Is this the effect of last night?

Alex is sitting me on a closet seat. He prepared warm water in the bath up. When he finished, he came back to me.

"I bathed ya."

"No way."

"Why? Embarrassed? I've seen it all, baby..."

"I'm gonna take a shower myself."

"But you're so limp..."

"Who's fault?!"

"Is my fault. That's why I want to help you take a bath..."

"No. Out there. I can shower myself."

We argued for quite a while. Alex finally gave up.

"I didn't lock the door. Need nothing directly call me. Don't take a long shower."

"Yes." Yeah."

After the man came out of the bathroom, I started soaking my body in the bath up. Huh, that's fresh. My limp body seemed to gain strength again.

I remember our activities last night. Is it really like this after doing something like that? The body becomes helpless? If it's like that, why didn't Alex experience it? The man looks so fresh. Even his face looked brighter than the day before. Does doing such a thing to men and women have different effects? Is it because I'm pregnant?

"It's been twenty minutes, baby. Quickly finish your bath." I heard Alex scream.

"Yes." Yeah." I quickly finished my bath. I don't want that guy to come after me and go into the bathroom.

I put on a bathrobe and got out of the bathroom. I saw Alex waiting for me.

"Wear this shirt."

"I can wear my own clothes..."

"You haven't worn the clothes I bought you yet. Wear this one."

"Yes..." I received that white shirt. The shirt is in the form of a dress with a high neck shape, long sleeves, and quite lacy. Either because of Alex's traditional tastes, or he wants my body covered, I wear that shirt with pleasure.

Then we went down to the 1st floor for breakfast. At the dinner table Alex spoils me. Serving food, even bribing me. My eyes began to glaze over as they were moved.

For six months, I was pregnant in solitude. There is always a feeling of envy when I see another woman accompanied and spoiled by her husband. Now I feel the same way. Being pampered by your husband while pregnant is really fun.

"After this we check up on ya."

"Check up?"

"Yes. Check up the little guy. Last night I didn't think about it. I'm afraid nothing's happened." Alex caressed my stomach gently.

Huh, that's right. Being too overwhelmed by passion, I really don't think about my baby. He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

An hour later we were in the car. I'm wearing white, while Alex is wearing a blue dongker shirt and black pants.

We both sat in the back. Alex embraced my body gently. Her warm kisses always came to my forehead and lips.

"Spampered tumben?"

Akh, can't ya? I immediately took off my arms and distanced my body.

"Why stay away? Here."

"Can't he?"

"Can't what?"

"Ma-manja..."

"Who said? I'm glad you're spoiled. Here, come closer to me." I hesitantly approached.

Can I not be spoiled like this? I also want to be spoiled like any other pregnant woman. May it?

"Where's the checkbook?"

"It." I handed over my pregnancy checkbook from the obstetrician earlier. Alex received the book. His face looks happy.

"There's my name here. Yeah, I'm your husband, cup..." In the book it is written, the name of Yohan's husband Alexander. The name was always there even though I changed gynecologists several times.

"Does it contain weight?"

"No."

"Is he fussy? I heard a pregnant woman will experience vomiting, bad eating and other ill symptoms?"

"No. I didn't experience it..."

"really?"

"Yes... Adek is not fussy at all. Even my appetite became more. I became healthier. He's really understanding..." Alex tightened his arms.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Alex's voice seemed to shake. I returned his embrace. Put my head on his chest.

"Yes, it's okay. Now you're with us..."

"I promise I won't leave you again."

"Yes, thank you..."

"What's the gender?"

"Male."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah." Alex looked enthusiastic. He took my checkbook back and looked at the USG photo stuck there.

"He wouldn't hate me, would he?"

"No. Why does he hate you?"

"Because I haven't accompanied you all these months..."

"That's because you don't know. Not salahmu. Adek must understand." I took Alex's hand, tried to comfort him.

Alex caressed my stomach and kissed her back gently. I wanted to take a photo of that moment. So I can show my son that his father loves him too.

"What's his name?"

"I haven't prepared a name for him yet. Maybe you'd give him a name?"

"Let me think about it first..." Alex was silent with a thoughtful expression. His expression now reminds me of his expression back then when he was about to give a name to the kitten we just met. "Name Alkhans only."

"Humpp..." I can't hold my laughter. I giggle.

"Why laugh?" Alex was confused.

"Your expression is the same when you name a kitten. Cook is the name of the child itself equated with the kitten Mas?"

"Oh yes, same yes. How's the Alkhans cat? Is he still alive?"

"Had died. Pining because long time no visit Papa..."

"Seriously dead?"

"Yes, a few years ago. Because it's old."

"Hem... Poor as well..."

"Where? So what's Adek's name?"

"Alkha is just that."

"Alkha?"

"Yes. Alkha \= Alex Khansa."

"Hwmppp... Hihah... From then until now you've been the same..."

"How's it?"

"Not creative giving name, hehe..." Alex hugged me and bit my cheek as he said,

"Not anything creative love name, which is important creative in bed. Aren't we?"

"Uhukk."

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