Chapter 7 Secret Baby

"May we get acquainted? What's your name?" The teenager next to Cylin spoke up again, this time asking Cylin for an introduction.

"Cylin," Cylin had to answer and took the teenager's hand as a sign of introduction.

"Nice name like the person, my name is Ranson."

Cylin was not happy to hear the compliment from the teenager named Ranson, instead he looked uncomfortable and quickly let go of the teenager's hand.

"Thank you, hello Ranson," Cylin replied with a faint smile, trying to look friendly even though he was originally uncomfortable.

"Nice to meet you too Cylin."

"What school are you from, by the way?" asked Ranson, making Cylin shut up.

"I graduated," Cylin replied, which Ranson immediately greeted with a surprised response.

"Really? You graduated?" By the look on his face, Ranson was incredulous at Cylin's answer.

"Yes," Cylin replied casually.

"I don't think you're serious with that answer, you're not lying are you?" replied Ranson who didn't quite believe it. It was hard for Ranson to believe because he saw Cylin's face, which looked very young and still looked like a high school teenager.

"No, I was telling the truth," Cylin said casually. He didn't really care about Ranson's reaction of not believing him.

"All right, I believe you, I just didn't expect you to be older than me," Ranson replied too small.

"Let's go, son! We've got yours too," said another teenager, approaching Ranson and Cylin, who had been chatting lightly.

What Cylin saw was that the teenager's appearance was not much different from Ranson's, a bit dirty or unkempt.

Ranson rose from his seat. "One moment, Pras," he said before taking one of the ice creams brought by the teenager who was presumably his friend. Ranson took one of the ice creams.

"Here you go," Ranson said casually as he handed Cylin a bowl of ice cream, the teenager confidently smiling sweetly at the confused Cylin.

Unlike Ranson's friend, who stared at Ranson with a look of disbelief. "Damn it! I'm so tired of waiting in line for him that I gave the ice cream to someone else," the teenager cursed without Ranson noticing because his voice was low.

"Ha?" Cylin giggled at first, not understanding what Ranson meant by giving her ice cream.

"For you," Ranson said again while continuing to stare at Cylin, who had not accepted the ice cream from him.

"No thanks Ranson, it's yours," Cylin replied, subtly rejecting Ranson's gift even though he really wanted ice cream.

Ranson smiled. "That's okay Cylin, it seems like you want it more."

Cylin shook his head firmly. "No Ranson, I can buy my own, too bad your friend bought you ice cream, even the ice cream you give me, so you better eat it yourself," he said at length, looking at Ranson's friend who was just listening in silence.

Without realizing it, Ranson's friend seemed to roll his eyes lazily when he heard what Ranson said. "Tsk! It's so banal the way he approaches women," he muttered, let's call him Pras.

"Okay, but I can have your cell phone number," Ranson replied, making Cylin chuckle inwardly.

"Never mind Ranson! Let's just go! Didn't you see the uncomfortable look on his face when you approached him?" Pras said bluntly, making Cylin grimace, while Ranson snorted in annoyance that his friend was just a bully.

"Tsk!" Ranson shouted in annoyance.

"I'll get in line first," Cylin said as he walked away from Ranson and Pras to get back in line after some people had already started to leave.

"But Cylin-"

Before Ranson could say anything more, Pras quickly grabbed Ranson and led him away from the ice cream shop. Pras was a little embarrassed by what Ranson had done to a newcomer.

"You're a disgrace, Ranson!" Pras said before the two of them actually left the ice cream shop.

Cylin, on the other hand, watched their departure with only a few chuckles. "It's a good thing his friend took him away, so I didn't give my cell phone number to a stranger for free," Cylin said quietly.

After a few minutes, Cylin finally got the ice cream she wanted, though she had to give up some of her money. She decided to eat in a small park behind her apartment. Cylin only found out about the park when she went for a walk while eating her ice cream quietly.

For a moment, Cylin forgot about her problems and enjoyed the cool, calm atmosphere as she sat alone on a chair in the mini park.

Cylin looked around the park, which was neither too crowded nor too quiet, although there were still some small children playing there, the atmosphere still felt calm to Cylin.

The woman took her cell phone out of the sling bag and took a few pictures of the surrounding scenery until Cylin deliberately took a picture of the little boy laughing with his family.

"So nostalgic for childhood," Cylin muttered, smiling sadly at the small family not far from her, they looked so harmonious that it reminded Cylin of her pleasant childhood.

But it didn't take long before Cylin started thinking about her future baby. I'm afraid if she grows up, she'll have an incomplete family because she doesn't have a father," the woman's mind stared at her stomach with teary eyes. Just thinking about the future possibilities almost made Cylin cry.