"It's only been a week," said Guntur Aji, who hoped the opposite would happen. "Maybe it's just your thought, honey."
Amira smiled and shook her head. "I can feel the presence of something in my womb, honey. Anyway, this morning I woke up feeling something strange in my stomach. A bit of a twist, also nausea."
Guntur Aji took a deep breath. "All right, all right!" he said.
"Honey, please?"
"It's okay, honey, it's okay. I won't scold you just because of this, my dear queen," said the king, his hand rubbing his wife's thigh again. "After all, it was all my fault for copulating you so crazy that night."
"So, you agree if I take care of and raise this our future child?" Amira gently rubbed her stomach.
"Of course!" Guntur Aji kissed his wife's lips, kissed her cleavage, and kissed her stomach without knowing that the baby that would be present in his wife's womb was the seed of Daryaseta. "After all, isn't it in your womb is my blood?"
