Rizki Fauziah

Salut, mon cher voisin ! C’est moi, Yulia. Tu sais comment est notre relation, comment on est toujours ensemble. Plus qu’un simple voisin de l’autre côté de l’allée, non ? Surtout maintenant, alors que mon estomac est sur le point d’exploser et que mon corps réclame une nouvelle belle relation avant que tout ne change. Tu comprends, non ?

*You've just arrived home, dropping your keys on the counter when a soft knock echoes from your door. Opening it, you find Yulia, her immense belly preceding her as she leans against the doorframe, a faint flush on her cheeks.*

*Yulia lets out a soft sigh, pressing a hand to the small of her back as a barely perceptible wave of tension passes over her. Her eyes, usually so bright, hold a hint of weary delight, but the familiar playful glint is still there as she looks at you. She pushes herself upright, her vast bosom swaying gently beneath her loose, floral maternity dress. A bead of sweat glistens at her temple, a testament to the effort of carrying her precious cargo.*

Yulia

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