I wanted to laugh but held it back. The tone of his mother's voice changed, sounding like she was cornering me because of her son, I ended up wanting to drink cola. True, isn't it? That's the reality.

"But you're okay, right?"

Again, I shook my head.

"Take care of your pregnancy, Anya."

I blinked softly. This time, his deep and brief voice dominated the room. Since I entered; the solemn handshake, the greeting, the small talk, and even killing the uneasy feeling for not bringing anything ...