Bia, the Substitute Mother
Shaka's Breakfast

...It turns out that getting great love and attention from the person we love is the most beautiful thing in life....

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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Bia had just come out of her room wearing the short negligee she bought while here. When Bia had just set her foot towards the kitchen. The aroma of fried rice was smelled on his nose. His favorite food when hungry and his mother's make is still number one for him.

He looked towards the kitchen. A handsome man with knee-length shorts and a t-shirt that formed his body was pacing back and forth there. Shaka, unaware that there was a figure staring at him without blinking.

Bia even quietly leaned her back against the wall. His eyes focused on looking towards Shaka who was unaware of his presence.

The man was too focused on his work and made Bia so long to pay attention to the movements of her husband. A handsome husband who's been with her for a few weeks.

The husband she should leave soon. With all the facts that will happen after this. Be happy with everything that will happen to them.

The sound of her stomach with that movement made Bia start to straighten her body. Yeah, he's starting to be unable to contain his hunger.. Moreover, the aroma of fried rice that he was very familiar without looking.

Bia's footsteps slowly approached. He stood behind Shaka who was stirring the rice on the frying pan.

"The smell is very good" said Bia who made Shaka turn his head.

"Have a shower?" Ask Shaka gently.

Bia nodded. He stood next to Shaka and saw how the man's hand was moving in the same direction. The hand that is very very easy and looks so transferable it makes Bia aware. Be aware that Shaka is familiar with the kitchen and the tools.

"Here you go, my mom."

"You must be getting hungry, right?" Shaka asked Bia.

Bia's not lying. The head of the pregnant woman nodded. She agreed with her husband, who said she was very hungry.

"Please wait at the dinner table. This fried rice is done," Shaka told Bia.

"May I taste it?" Ask Bia slowly.

"Can't!"

"A little bit, Mas. Very ticklish!" Bia exclaimed in annoyance.

"Wait at the dinner table. It's done!" Said Shaka with a slightly lowered voice.

"Wouldn't. I want a spit!" Said Bia didn't want to lose.

"Bi!"

"Mas!" Shaka exclaimed with glaring eyes. "I just want to taste the stuff, Mas. I want!"

Bia whining. The eyes of pregnant women are glazed. Ah somehow it makes Shaka's feelings mixed up. I don't know why he felt so sorry.

Finally the handsome man grabbed the clean spoon. Then he took a spoonful of fried rice that was still hot and brought it closer to his lips.

"Still hot. I blow a little?" Shaka said softly.

Bia nodded. She's really turning into a spoiled woman now. Somehow Bia thinks Shaka won't reject her wish.

"Ac!" Shaka asked Bia to open her mouth.

Bia seger according to. He takes the first bribe from Shaka's hand. He accepted the bribe with an increasingly arid feeling. Bia's feeling grew bigger even as her mouth started chewing.

Chewing fried rice made by Shaka himself. The taste and smell are exactly the same. It's really no different.

It is delicious, delicious and also very amazing.

"It's delicious" said Bia with her eyes closed. "Very good."

I don't know why the compliment made Shaka smile. There was a feeling of happiness when her cooking was praised by others. If he remembers, he hasn't cooked in a long time. Ever since she got married, she's been living with Dhira. Shaka never dwells in the kitchen because of his work.

"Now sit there. I'll be here soon!"

Bia nodded. He really did according to like a chick that always followed the hen. The pregnant woman sat quietly. He stared at the stretch of beach visible from his seat.

Bia is really in a very good feeling. He feels happy and makes him sure that the child in his birth must also be happy.

"It's for Miss Bia" said Shaka, handing over a plate of fried rice with eggs on it.

Bia felt her saliva wanted to drip. He felt very tempted by the aromatherapy of food in front of him.

"Pray first!"

Bia is grinning the horse. He almost forgot because he was too hungry. Bia immediately clenched his hands in front and offered a prayer.

"Aamiin's."

"Good meal pregnant women. Eat a lot and spend it!" Shaka said to Bia.

The woman nodded. He immediately began to move his spoon. Until finally when Bia was about to feed herself. Suddenly his stomach felt like nausea and…

"Title?" Bia shut her mouth.

He tried to swallow her.

"What's wrong with you, Bi?" Shaka asked worriedly.

"Do not know, Mom. I feel like I suddenly want to be nauseous" Bia said, keeping her mouth shut.

Shaka stared at the fried rice on Bia's plate. He stared at the plate and Bia took turns.

"Is my cooking not good?"

Bia's head spontaneously shook his head. Ah he didn't mean it like this. However, somehow he felt like he wanted to nauseate while eating.

"Have a son, Mas. It's really nice!" Said Bia quickly.

"Continue now why are you nauseous. I'm sure it's not good, right?"

Why is it like this. Bia quickly swallowed her own saliva. Then immediately open his hand.

"Taste you good, Mom. It's just, my stomach is suddenly not good and wants to be nauseous!" Bia said it explained.

"really? Not because it's bad?" Tanya Shaka made sure.

"Yes, Mas. Really. Don't know how weird, I bribed you, I'm fine, right?"

Shaka nodded. For some reason his mind suddenly twisted. As if he felt more connected and sensitive.

"Do you want me to bribe you?"

Bia's heart was pounding. However, he stared at both of Shaka's eyes intently and it was very serious.

"Brazil… "

"Don't you?"

"You!" Answer Bia quickly.

Eventually Shaka moved. He sat next to the chair Bia was sitting on. The man grabbed Bia's plate and immediately held it by hand.

"Open your mouth!" Said Shaka who began to thrust the spoon filled with fried rice on Bia.

The pregnant woman took the first bribe and succeeded. Yes, Bia can eat the food with Shaka's hand feeding it. It was as if the nausea he had felt was immediately tucked away with only Shaka's hand.

"Slow down, Bi. I'm not going to take it!"

"I don't want your rice to be cold, Mom. I'm sure you're eating, the fried rice is cold" said Bia regretfully.

"Don't think of anything. I'll eat after you eat."

Bia feels overwhelmed. The woman felt very attentive. After all the food was gone. Bia brings the plate to the kitchen with Shaka trailing her.

"I'm saying that Dhira can't, Bi?"

"What?"

"Your pregnancy," replied Shaka who made Bia's hand move paused for a moment before returning to move.

"Can."

"Judek. I went to the living room first. I'll call Dhira"

~Connected

Yey update again. Sweet things first before returning to the homeland.