Bia, the Substitute Mother
The Spicy Words of Dhira

...It turned out that reality was present this fast and made me realize that the position was only a surrogate wife when the first wife was not there beside her. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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The sound of the phone ringing sounded so filled the living room. Shaka is deliberately calling speakers this time because he believes Bia also wants to hear the voice of his wife.

"Good morning, Mas," said the voice of the woman across the phone with a typical wake-up.

"Good morning, dear. How are you?" Shaka asks who really misses his wife.

Ah the voice of the woman he had not heard for a few days can finally be heard again. The voice of the woman he loved so much that it looked so very much that he was even more yearning to meet.

"I'm good, Mas. I'm up-in' fine. How about myself?" Dhira asked in an increasingly clear voice.

"Good gold."

"Then Bia? How's things going?"

"He's good too, honey. Even he's so good!" said Shaka while turning his gaze back and looking at Bia who was standing tidying up the dining table.

"Then did Mas contact Dhira this early?" Ask Dhira slowly.

"There's good news for you, baby!" Shaka said ambiguously awaiting his wife's response.

"What, Mom!" Peeked Dhira in surprise. "Mas don't tell me. If… "

Shaka smiled. He couldn't believe that his wife turned out so fast that his mind was the same as his.

"Don't tell me that Bia.." Pause Dhira with a guessing voice.

"Yes, Honey. Bia's pregnant."

"Akhh congratulations, Mas. Congratulations," said Dhira in such a happy voice. "Congratulations, Mas. You will eventually become a father. You will be called father in a moment!"

Shaka nodded. He was sure his wife's eyes were currently glazed over. He was sure that Dhira must have been crying from being moved by this news.

"Congratulations to you too, dear. You will be a mother. You'll be a mom soon!"

Those two guys. The couple was really so happy with each other.

"Don't cry. Soon our wish will be realized, dear. Soon our lives will be normal!" Shaka said happily.

What they both dream of. What they both had hoped for a long time ago. What they want is finally now both able to realize. A dream they never thought would come.

Now it can finally materialize. A real dream. A dream that really exists and both are now achieved.

"Where's Bia, Mas. I want to talk to her," Dhira said excitedly.

"There was. Bia's cleaning the dining table. I'll call him," Shaka said no less excitedly.

The man turned around. He was looking for Bia's figure and it was no longer there. The happy man spontaneously walked towards the door connecting the villa and the beach.

He believes his wife was there because the view of the place was very liked and became Bia's favorite while here. She was sure the woman who was carrying her baby was enjoying her time there alone.

"Bi!" Call Shaka who surprises Bia.

Justright. The woman, who was two-bodied, stood there looking at the beach.

"Yes, Mom?" Sahut Bia while looking.

"Dhira wants to talk to you" Shaka said, handing over his phone.

The pregnant woman hoped not to talk. However, it turns out that his guess was wrong. Dhira asks to talk to him and makes Bia inevitably have to be ready.

"Hello, Mrs Dhira. Assalamu'alaikum," Sapa Bia with her friendly voice.

"Hello, Bia. How are you feeling now? You're doing all right? You're in good shape, aren't you?" Tanya Dhira was so enthusiastic.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Bia be all right," said Bia slowly.

It feels like I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't know why pregnant women are so sensitive. He was afraid of what they were going to talk about.

"Congratulations, Bi. Congratulations on the pregnancy. I'm happy with this news" Dhira said in a happy tone.

Bia nodded. She knew that even though Dhira did not see her face, her husband's first wife knew how she felt.

For Bia herself. He could also feel the sound of happiness. Bia himself believes that Dhira is so very happy with the surprise he gave to Shaka.

"Thank you very much, Ma'am."

"I should be the one to thank you, Bi," Dhira said in a voice that held back tears. "Thank you for coming between me and Mas Shaka. Thank you for making my dream come true and Mas Shaka, Bi."

Dhira's voice was really heavy and vibrating. Bia was sure that Dhira was crying across the street. Bia was sure that her husband's first wife was deeply moved by this news.

"Thank you for living out our hopes. Please take care of our son, Bi. Take good care of him."

Our kid?

The word was repeated and recorded in Bia's mind. A word like a slap for him. Really a slap to make him sober up. Aware of his condition, aware of his position. Be aware of what makes him here.

"Take my son and Mas Shaka well, Bi. Me and Mas Shaka really loved that kid and waited for his birth?"

Bia's hand shook by itself. Bia even felt her head hurt as Dhira's sentences and words made her have to be aware of what was happening now.

"Bi.. Bia!"

Bia tried to stay calm. "Yes, Mother. Bia will take good care of him. Bia also knew this child meant a lot to Mbak Dhira with Mas Shaka."

Finally the call with Bia ended. The woman handed her phone back to Shaka because Dhira asked to speak again.

"I'm sure Mama and Grandpa will be happy, honey. You have to preach it" said Dhira whose voice could still be heard by Bia.

"Yes, Honey. It's up to you" Shaka said by walking in.

"Reply back to Indonesia. Hurry up and book your tickets and we'll come to the doctor together. I'd like to see our son soon, Mas. I want to see it through the usg screen!"

"Yes. I'll find a flight to Indonesia tomorrow okay. I'll be home soon. I missed you too!"

Without both knowing. Without Shaka and Dhira knowing. Tears began to flow. His hands even broke out in cold sweat as Dhira's voice and speech flashed continuously on his head.

Our boy.

Our boy.

Our boy.

"You should be aware, Bi. You must be aware of your position. You can't love Mas Shaka too deeply. You're just a surrogate here. You are here because you are needed. You're here to be a surrogate when the main wife can't."

~Connected

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