Bia, the Substitute Mother
Dhira's Choice

...When it is very fallen on the word in love then anything for his happiness will definitely be done. ...

...~JBlack...

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"You're crazy, Dhir! I will not do such a lowly thing" cried a man with wide eyes in disbelief.

"What about your mother's request? What about Grandpa who keeps asking questions about this, huh?" A woman with a voice that almost gave up.

Arshaka Karsha, a handsome man with a reddened face and both hands clenched firmly. Looks very angry. He actually looked at this woman in front of him with a look of disbelief. If that said wasn't his wife, he would have slapped her earlier.

A request that the woman thought was small but she thought was very big and crazy. The idea that was very never in his shadow was expressed casually to him.

"I don't care about them. I don't want to and won't do what you're asking!" Shaka said final.

He looked at his wife closely. Without doubt and very sure. He will not comply with his wife's request umpteenth time.

This isn't the first for him. This has been somehow a hundred times the request in various ways often expressed to him. To be sure, it was all for the sake of getting a child. For the sake of the child among them.

"If you don't want to. What about Mom and Grandpa? Or maybe you'd rather agree with Mama's idea?" Said the woman with a voice holding back the cry.

Shaka turned. He immediately approached his wife and grabbed both hands to hold.

"Don't cry" Shaka said in a soft voice. "I didn't mean… "

"If you don't want to do this, it's a sign that you agree with Mama's idea. Don't you love me because I'm barren?"

"Dhira," Shaka said shook his head.

He pulled his wife into his arms. Hugging the body of a woman who was shaking from crying.

"I didn't mean it that way, honey. I didn't mean to agree to Mama's request."

Aretha Dhira, the beautiful woman who was in Shaka's arms was already desperate. She was tired of blasphemy and whining in-laws and her husband's grandfather. His ears had often heard insults for him.

The same insult. About children, children and children!

"I don't want to get divorced from you. I don't want to. I love you" said Dhira with tears streaming down.

Shaka nodded. He wiped the tears slowly and then kissed Dhira on the forehead.

"Nobody can separate us, honey. Neither Mama nor Grandpa. It can never be!" Shaka said seriously.

"So you agree with my way?" Ask Dhira slowly.

"Is there no other way?" Ask Shaka seriously.

Dhira's head shook. "No more, Mom. This is the last way for us."

"There is, honey. There must be another way besides that."

"Yes, ada. There's another way!" Shake Dhira furiously.

"We go to the doctor, get some more medication and if I don't get pregnant by next year. Mama you will take care of our divorce and you will marry another woman and leave me!"

"Dhiro!" Shaka no less yelling.

"I gave up, Mom. I've been on medication. I've been consulting for almost 3 years but there's been no results. If only I could get pregnant and have children. Maybe this house won't be this quiet. This house will be crowded with the voices of our children. This house… "

"Dhira," interrupted Shaka by hugging his wife's song so strongly.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry for this flaw. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a descendant. Forgive me," said Dhira with an increasingly heart-wrenching cry.

Shaka's heart was flushed. He doesn't like Dhira the most. If it is like this, he gives up. He admitted to losing.

"Don't cry" Shaka said with a gentle look.

He cupped both sides of Dhira's face. Staring at the eyes that have been swollen with a red nose.

"Sorry," said Shaka slowly.

"I forgive you, Mom. But… "

"Are you sure of your idea?" Sela Shaka with round.

There's nothing he can say anymore. Shaka knows how his wife is. Dhira is a stone-headed female figure. He is stubborn and if he wants something then he will be muddy with his desire.

It seemed that Shaka took his breath so strongly and exhaled it. The man was so frustrated. However, he remembered how loud his mother said. How the face of his wife who always cried every time he heard the insinuation of his mother.

"Dhira please, Mas. It's just married siri. You married her just to have a child. After she gave birth, this marriage is over and our household is safe."

Shaka's eyes were open. He looked at his wife with certainty.

"Does that woman want to?"

Dhira's head nodded. "He wants to, Mas. He agreed to this plan."

Shaka really can't believe it. There are still women who want to get married for this reason.

"He's still in college or… "

"Work, Mas. He's been working as a surgeon and he's 25."

Shaka is getting so inexhaustible. A doctor but willing to marry for the sake of marriage himself and Dhira. Is this woman really crazy or stupid?

"Please, Mas. Well? Not for a year. She's healthy and her uterus is fertile. I'm sure she must be pregnant right away" Dhira said confidently.

"So you've already.. "

"Yes I've brought him in for a check. I checked everything and he's safe."

If it's like this. Shaka can't say anything. He was only able to exhale heavily and then open his eyes.

"alright. I agree with your plan this time, dear."

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Finally, after the decision has been made. Today the couple is here. Sit quietly in front of a doctor's room holding hands.

Both are waiting for a woman who will be the wife of Shaka series or rather a woman who is willing to be a surrogate womb for them.

"Don't tense, Mas. Everything must be fine," Dhira said as she rubbed Shaka's chest.

The man only displayed his cold face. He nodded until shortly from the end of the corridor was seen a woman in doctor's clothes clad in a draping robe that dangled until the floor was running towards them.

Dhira spontaneously pulled her husband's hand to stand.

"That's it, Mas" said Dhira, pointing at a woman who was staring at them with a mask covering her face.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ms. Dhira," The woman greeted kindly.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Are we interrupting your time?"

The woman's head shook. "I just finished operating on a patient. After this there is no schedule anymore, Ma'am. Let's get in!"

The woman in the doctor's robe opened the door of her room followed by the couple.

"Please sit down, Ma'am," he said politely. "I took off my doctor's shirt first."

The woman walked towards a room there. Shaka looked around. The room was so wide and she could see another room near the bathroom.

A few minutes later the woman finally arrived. Shaka's gaze spontaneously looked at the figure of the woman who was so neat but the mask had not been removed.

"What does Ma'am Dhira want to say?"

"Ah like. This was my husband, Shaka, before" said Dhira. "And, Mas. This is Bia, the woman who's expecting our child."

"Can you open your mask for a second, Bi?" Whine Dhira slowly.

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry to forget," he said, then started to open the mask.

"Hello, Mas Shaka. My name is Bia" Sapa Bia graciously and hands cupped in front of her chest.

~Connected

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