Bia, the Substitute Mother
Dhira Shaka Meet

...This may be the hardest choice I made. However, believe me everything I've been thinking about is good bad. Even about the feelings that I have to suppress as best I can. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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Bia closed her eyes. He breathed in such cool air to calm himself down and his mind was completely beginning to fill with useless thoughts. She can't do this, especially when she's young pregnant.

He must maintain a calm mind, a good soul and also not think of anything that makes it stressful.

"Mother, Father," Lirih Bia with tears.

Ah times like this certainly remind him of two people who always support him. Two people who love themselves without limits, two people who always love themselves are good bad. And the two people who made it are in this world.

"Why crying?" Shaka asked who suddenly came and made Bia spontaneously wipe away her tears.

"Gakpapa, Mommy. I was just flickering, " said Bia by rubbing her right eye for Shaka to believe.

Yet, still. That man doesn't believe Bia's words. He walked up to the pregnant woman and pulled Bia's chin so he could see her facial expression.

"Gear at me, Bi!"

"What the hell, Mom!" Ketus Bia while trying to pull Shaka's hand on her chin. "I'm gakpapa. Just glitter!"

"Gear me!"

Finally, Bia resigned and gave up. He followed Shaka's handrails on his chin until he made those eyes stare at each other.

Shaka stared at Bia's two eyeballs intently. Then his hand was raised wiping away the remaining tears that were still there.

"Don't cry, Bi. Remember that! My son will cry. If you're like this!"

Bia speechless. He seemed to be hypnotized by Shaka's words. His eyes looked at Shaka's beautiful eyeballs. Smitten, sharp and firm. As well as thick eyebrows that are very opiate in Bia's eyes.

"This is my son too, Mommy."

"But this is my son too" said Shaka, unwilling to budge.

Bia rolled her eyes lazily. He brushed off Shaka's hand and stared towards the beach with a heavy sigh.

"You want to know what makes me cry?" Bia asked Shaka who made the man's head nod.

"What?"

Bia raised her hand. He rubbed his lament gently.

"I'm afraid if he's born. No one loves and accepts it, Mom!"

Shaka's jaw is hardened. He pulled Bia's arm so that his wife would stare at him.

"No one would dare to treat him like that, Bi! I promise you that!"

"What can you promise me, Mom?" Bia said by trying to brush off all the bad things that happened in the future for her son.

"I will love him, take care of him, take care of him and love him sincerely. Anyone who hurts him will face me. Anyone would appreciate him because this is my son, this is my seed, this is my love and he's my own flesh and blood!"

Shaka said that seriously. What he said was real in his heart. He's not messing with this kid.

He will truly love and love this fruit of his love with all his heart. The child he presented with so much trouble. The child who comes with difficult circumstances will never be wasted.

"I keep your promise, Mom. I'll see it later in the future!"

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Finally the next day Bia and Shaka returned to Indonesia. They set foot again on Indonesian soil at exactly ten in the afternoon.

The couple came and were immediately greeted by Dhira who waited and picked him up at the airport.

"Mas!" Strangled Dhira by running towards Shaka who had already opened both hands.

Ah I don't know. His heart is sick. However, deep in her heart Bia was happy. He is happy because his life is useful and can make other humans happy.

Bia who used to feel like shit. Finally, he feels a little proud to be able to help and make the marriage of Dhira and Shaka safe because of the presence of this child.

"Welcome, Bi," Sapa Dhira took turns then unexpectedly hugged Bia gently. "Thank you for the good news."

Bia smiling. He nodded and returned Dhira's embrace. "Congratulations, Ma'am. Madam Dhira will be a mother."

Dhira shed tears. He let go of his embrace and looked down. Staring at Bia's flat stomach slowly.

"By elus, Bi?"

Bia smiled with teary eyes. "Byeah, Ma'am."

Shaka looked at his wife who raised her hand. Slowly Dhira's palm touched Bia's flat stomach behind her robe. The hand was shaking with tears crying.

"Our son, Mas. Our son," said Dhira with a trembling voice looking at Shaka who was standing beside him.

Shaka nodded. He pulled Dhira's arm and hugged her. The man could not bear to see his wife crying despite the happy cry.

"Our son is there, my mother. He is present among us. Mama and Grandpa will be happy" said Dhira who made Shaka nod.

"We'll tell Mama and Grandpa. We'll surprise them!"

"certain. We will tell all the families about this" Sahut Shaka enthusiastically.

He could only hold his own hand. Choosing his fingers was when he saw how Shaka loved Dhira so much. How Shaka looks at his world. It was as if the others were not in his eyes.

Yes since setting foot here, Dhira's whereabouts between him and Shaka. The man didn't see it one bit. As if in the eyes of Shaka there are only Dhira, Dhira and Dhira.

"Bi you must be hungry, right?" Tanya Dhira surprises Bia who is daydreaming.

"Yes, Mommy. What's?"

"Why are you, Bi? Do you have a mind?"

Ada, Ma. The thought of my feelings falling for your husband, Bia said inwardly screaming.

"Nothing, Ma'am. Bia was just tired," said Bia lying by forcing her smile.

"I'm sorry, but you're not a laper?"

Bia nodded. "Yes, Mother. Bia laper."

"We'll eat first. After that, check with the doctor. I've made an appointment with my obstetrician" said Dhira who made Bia's heart stop beating.

"Sir for a moment!" Bia grabbed the arm of Dhira who was about to walk first.

"Yes, Bi?"

"Mbak didn't make an appointment at the hospital where I was… "

"No!" Sela Dhira quickly. "I know you want to keep everything a secret. I've arranged it and this doctor is my old schoolmate!"

Bia nodded. Finally he was a little more relieved because the fear in him could be overcome. He doesn't want a hospital friend or anyone to know about this marriage and its contents.

Bia doesn't want everything to be complicated. He wants everything to be calm, comfortable and serene for the next nine months.

"Thank you very much, Ma'am."

"I should be grateful. Thanks for taking my invitation and making me a lucky wife, Bi. I promise to take good care of you and my son."

~Connected

What about this chapter hm? one chapter, not another. Hoot