Bia, the Substitute Mother
Magi Tissue*

...Believe me sometimes the attitude of someone we see is not the actual attitude. They are able to cover up how they are because of a compulsion. However, the smallest thing can certainly show how he really is. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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"Everything is two million five hundred and fifty thousand, sir," a cashier told Shaka.

"Here," replied Shaka, handing over the card.

The man received the grocery bag and immediately pushed it at Bia.

"Buy what the hell? Until that much is over!" Shaka exclaimed, which made Bia look up after seeing the contents inside her shopping bag.

"She's rich. How come it's only two million, fussy?" Cibir Bia while rolling her eyes was lazy. "Kaya boongan kali yah!"

"You!"

"Thank you, Mr. Shaka the rich. Two jutanya in return and your apology to me!" Sela Bia with a sweet smile then turned around and pulled that smile from her lips.

The woman left first. Leaving the furious Shaka with Bia's annoying demeanor and demeanor. However, the man rubbed his chest repeatedly. He can't be angry or cursing anymore.

Otherwise, he was sure Dhira would definitely be even more angry at him.

"This is your card, sir. Thank you," said the Cashier politely who replied a nod and he was quick following the footsteps of Bia who had walked first.

"Wait!" Shaka half-screamed.

Bia took her breath so deep. Hah seems to be communicating with Shaka is the most burdensome thing besides accepting a fussy patient.

"What else?"

"We shop for groceries too!"

Bia's eyes sparkled. He nodded his head with excitement.

"I'll buy cake ingredients too. I'll cook the cake and keep the cookies. Keep... uhh!"

Bia surprised. His hand was pulled by Shaka and made him walk after him.

"Shopping is the way. Not talking while saying what to do!"

"Geez!" Screeched Bia with head bobbles. "Why Maak Dhira can feel at home with you, Mas."

"I'm handsome and rich. Less what else?"

"Lack of satisfaction!" Cibir Bia with his secret and make Shaka fixated.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly. Staring at Bia who was already walking with a shopping trolley.

"Am I not satisfied?" Shaka repeated to himself by looking down.

Ah rather than staring at the floor but staring at something hidden behind a mound of his pants.

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"It's finally over!" Bia said by staring at the refrigerator that was neat with food ingredients.

He rubbed the sweat that soaked his forehead. Bia does everything by herself. As for Shaka, the man had gone somewhere.

"I'd better take a shower and sleep" Bia said by pulling her hand up. "I feel like my body hurts all."

Slowly Bia stepped into her room. He immediately did what he wanted. However, before long, someone walked into the villa.

Shaka, the man was staring around. It's quiet and there's nobody. He walked over to the sofa and sat there.

"Am I crazy. Buy something like this just because you're afraid of what women say?" Repeat Shaka by staring at the black box which is very familiar among men.

He threw the black box to the floor. Shaking his head because he could think of buying that thing without shame.

"Eh what is this?" Bia asked who had just come out of the room and stared at the box that had fallen under her feet.

Bia. He was really curious about what was on his feet.

"Eh, ber… "

Late.

"Tissue super magic," Bia said spelling out the name on the box. "What's this?"

Bia would open it. However, before long a hand robs the object he holds to make his head look up.

"That's what the hell? What's it doing, Mom?" Ask Bia curious.

"It's nothing. You were a kid. No need to know!" It was Shaka who made Bia put both her hands on her waist.

"I'm big. Gini-gini I can give a little boy to you, Mas!" Bia's exclaim to Shaka.

The two eyes stared at each other. Looking at each other. Until finally unexpectedly, Shaka pushes Bia's body and sticks to the wall.

"Ehh. What do you want, Mom?" Bia asked nervously.

Shaka's eyes were so close. He looked at every inch of Bia's face so closely.

"Don't fuck around, Mom. You!"

"Say he can give a child. Where's?"

Bia's forehead is wrinkled. He looked at Shaka sharply.

"We'll see in a few weeks. I'm sure I can give you a little boy."

Shaka speechless. Yet, in an honest heart he guaranteed the words. Honestly his most basic heart, Shaka is very much looking forward to the presence of children among them.

Waiting for the arrival of the little boy who will enliven his marriage to Dhira. Saving his household with a wife he loved so much. And the dream of Mama and her Grandpa.

"I'm waiting for that word. I'm waiting for that kid from you!"

Shaka slowly took off his hand. He moved away from Bia's body and began to clean up all the purchased items. The man left Bia who was still leaning against the wall with a racing heartbeat.

Honestly, he really can't control himself. Every time he's near Shaka. Every time the guy makes a move. Tense, heartbeat racing and pounding it is very very felt.

Bia took her breath so deep. He actually started to replay the conversation of himself and Dhira some time ago.

"Use the medicine every day. I asked the doctor that the medicine was safe. All you have to do is make our deal, Bi!" Said Dhira earlier who revolved inside Bia's brain.

"I have to take that medicine again. I also know, the drug is safe but. "Bia said by starting to walk towards the kitchen with a somersault. "Every name is called. I feel sick."

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And elsewhere. Seen a woman who still looks beautiful despite her age is no longer young into a large house that looks lonely.

The woman looked around. When he just put his fancy bag on the table. His presence brought the waiter there closer.

"The lady is big" said a servant who knew very well who the figure before her was.

"Where is everyone?" Asked the woman with sharp eyes staring around. "Why is this house so quiet?"

"That, Mistress. Sir hasn't been home in a few days. As for Madam," Reply the waiter was like frightened to answer.

"Why?"

"The lady only went home a few times and left again" said the maid, looking down.

The woman with a face almost like Shaka was clucking. He rolled his eyes lazily hearing the words and reports he often heard.

"Useful son-in-law. How could my son love her so much. Women can't do anything! Can't cook, only cares about himself and can't give offspring!"

~Connected

Hahaha every chapter has to be done by Mas Shaka. Tissue magic let tense times yah hahahah run away.

BTW ahh I want to give you a little note here.

Why am I fluent in typing Mbak Bia while Mbak Ze has not continued.

First, my mood is very good, Mbak Bia. While writing Ms. Ze, my brain is actually stuck. Read the comments that every time it contains blasphemy, pretentious plot Mbak Ze fall fell to me. As a result, my mood is over every time I want to tick.

I'll update Ms. Ze after my mood returns. I won't update if the mood is coercive. There's a story I'll have.

so many Thanks.if not Accept the same story of Jim bang next door, do not bring it to my other story. Especially when the pretentious know, until ngehujad.