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Ch. 25 : Happy New Year!

Gulf's POV

Our seventh semester just ended. It means... Now is holiday timeee! I'm really happy because I can have a break from learning. But, next semester I have to do my final project. I pout. It will be sooooo hectic. I wonder if I can pass them smoothly though. However, there is a good news! Because he (you guys knew who is the troublemaker) has been expelled from university, they already got new lecturer. He is Mr. Chutipha, P'Mew's friend. I'm really grateful for that. At least, I can rest assured because P'Mew says he is kind and competent.

"What are you thinking, hm?"

"Nothing...", he kneels down and rubs my tummy.

"How is our baby doing today? Is our baby okay?", I chuckle.

"Only think about our baby?"

"Of course, I think about our baby. I wonder if our baby is comfortable inside..."

"Then, just talk with our baby! Don't talk with me!", I cross my arms and look away.

"Okay~ My little baby, how are you today? Do you miss daddy? Daddy is sorry naa~ Daddy can't play with you even though it's holiday time in university. Daddy has to help grandpa. But, daddy will play with you after daddy works. Is that okay?"

He. Is. Annoying! I thought he would plead me like usual. He does only care about his baby, not me anymore. Hmph! Who says I need you? I can do anything by myself!

"Are you done yet? I want to make dinner."

"Daddy will take a bath first and we will talk more later na, baby. Be daddy's good baby, okay?", he kisses my tummy.

"Baby, I will take a bath. If you have to take something from high shelf, call me okay? You can't do it yourself. It's too dangerous for you and our baby..."

"Hm...", he gives a quick peck on my lips.

I start cooking after that. I chop the vegetables and meat. I prepare the pan, oil, and... Eh? Where is my salt going? Sigh... I forget to refill the salt. I pout. P'Mew puts it on the highest shelf. Tsk! Why is high cabinet existing in this world? Now, I have to climb up to get that. Just for your information, I feel like so old in my first month of pregnancy. My body starts aching. It's not that bad. But, it is like I have lied down for three hours without moving. Doctor Mild said it is quiet normal. He told me not to be worried because it won't harm my baby at all.

"P'M-"

No! I'm sulking with him. Who need him? I can do anything by myself. I drag a chair and climb up. See? I stand just fine here. However, other problem is coming. I chuckle. Does it have to be that deep inside? I barely touch it. I tiptoe.

"OH MY! BABY, IT'S DANGEROUS!", his voice startles me.

P'Mew quickly approaches me and carry me down. He puts me on kitchen counter. His eyes are fixed on me. I gulp. I feel that he is angry.

"What do you need?"

"S-Salt...", he climbs up the chair and gets it.

"T-Thank you...", I want to continue cooking when he stops me.

"You wait on dining table. I will cook.", P'Mew says sternly.

"B-But-"

"Don't argue with me, Gulf Kanawut!"

DEG!

Sadness suddenly bursts out inside my heart. It hurts so much. I hate it. I don't understand why I feel like crying this time. And, my stupid tears fall by itself. I immediately wipe it before he sees it.