~~I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but I will never do you wrong. I've known it from the moment that we met no doubt in my mind where you belong. I could make you happy, make your dreams come true. There's nothing that I wouldn't do. Go to the ends of this earth for you, to make you feel my love... Oh yes, to make you feel my love~~~
-Adele-
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I slumped my back on the bed the moment Dale left the room. He didn't say anything except that he told me to take rest. I really wanted to ask him, no, the right word is to tease him of why he's being quiet but I immediately changed my mind.
What if he returned my question with another question and asked me about my condition? Hmm... I'd rather watch him leave quietly than start a conversation with him. I'm still not ready to confess everything. I still need time.
Because of tiredness, I haven't noticed that I slowly drifted to sleep.
After almost two hours...
I was woken up by the sudden movement I felt in my room. Someone is inside. And based on the sound passing through my eardrums, this someone is pacing back and forth. Then the sounds of his or her feet stopped suddenly... exactly before I felt my bed immersed on the left side.
I slowly opened my eyes only to be surprised to see my brother sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands rested on his lap as he stared blankly on the wall. He seemed to be in his own world at the moment.
"Dale?"
His head snapped instantly, but instead, he said nothing, he only gave me a long deep sigh which I noticed he kept on doing.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I'm getting confused by his strange behavior. I also tried to get up but he stopped me, so I just leaned on the headboard.
I waited for a few more minutes before he finally opened his mouth.
"Who is he?" He asked me, the seriousness in his eyes didn't seem to change.
I frowned. "What do you mean by who is he?"
"The father." he shrugged.
I gulped. Why do I feel I already know his next words?
"Who's the baby's father?"
"D-Dale..." I bit my lower lip, nervousness started kicking in me.
"Who did this to you?"
H-How did you know about... a-about it?"
"I wasn't born yesterday, Samantha not to notice your sudden change these past few days."
"B-But why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I was waiting for you to tell the truth but you haven't. And even until now, you're still hiding it from us."
I lowered my heard not knowing what to say.
"Who is he?"
"Dale... I - I ---"
"Don't tell me you can't mention his name because I swear I'm going to do anything I can just to find out who he is."
"It's not what you think, Dale. Honestly, he didn't do anything, it was all my fault."
"Then tell me who the father is."
"You're going to be mad at me."
"Well, I'm trying not to, Samantha, but don't push my patience!" He said full of conviction that made me close my eyes.
"Did mom and Dad already know about it too?"
"No, that's why I'm covering you until you came home with Paul and looked so pale this afternoon."
"But why did you do that? Why didn't you just tell them when you had the chance?"
"This is not about why I didn't tell them or not, and don't answer me with another question. I will ask you again, who is the father of your baby?"
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