GARDEN

On Tuesday, Salma arrived home with the envelope late in the afternoon. We already knew that there was the result of the sex of the baby.

We all sat around the table, looking at each other anxiously.

- And you went to the doctor? I asked.

- Yes... My belly starts to grow a little. And soon I'll have to get away from Babylon.

- And... How will it be? I asked curiously.

- I will attest and continue receiving. Besides... I have some money saved up. And... Money won't be my problem anymore after the baby is born.

- Babi... Is the father rich? That? – Ben asked.

She nodded as she opened the envelope:

- But it was independent production. Although... The act was performed. - He said, making us even more confused.

Was it possible to produce an independent sexual act? It would be my next Google search.

Salma and I have always been best friends since we were little. Our dream of living together came about under Jardel's protest. And even though she hated him, she accepted him into our house. I