Bia, the Substitute Mother
Forehead Kiss

...Sometimes being a person who never knows anything is a shortcut to not being the most hurt person for heart problems. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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Eventually Shaka and Dhira drive Bia to his house. Bia's dream home given by her parents. Home is a place to unwind when coming home from work. The house that is the place to complain looks so well maintained from the front.

"Mas Shaka and Sister Dhira want to stop by?" Ask Bia my car driven by Shaka has stopped right in front of a house that looks very original and cool.

"No!"

"Yes!"

The husband and wife answered differently. Of course Shaka and Dhira became looking at each other.

"Why would you like to do something?" Dhira asked with a suspicious look. "Don't we go to Mama's?"

"We have to check how Bia's house is doing, honey? This house lives almost a month more, if there is something inside how? Especially the waiter we're gonna tell you about, we haven't told you yet!" Shaka said logically.

The extremely meticulous Dhira finally nodded. He looked towards Bia who was still sitting quietly in the back and agreed to the girl's request to stop by his house.

"You took care of this flower yourself, Bi?" Tanya Dhira was curious.

The courtyard of Bia's house that is not so spacious it looks so beautiful indeed. Many flowers are grown in the same from potted to bred in other ways.

"Yes, Ma'am," Sahut Bia as he walked towards the door of his house.

He quickly took the house keys. He was very happy and comfortable as his eyes began to see the state of his safe home.

"Please enter!" Said Bia politely.

The woman who was two-bodied took off her jacket and hung it in the place of the jacket hanger near the entrance of her house. Let's quickly walk towards the curtains in the living room. Open the curtains slowly and the window so that fresh air can enter the house.

A simple house with some very simple but aesthetic furniture that makes Shaka look comfortable. Although the house is not too big, not too luxurious but honestly the conditions and circumstances of several layouts make anyone feel comfortable and calm here.

"You seriously want to stay here, Bi?" Dhira asked with a seemingly uncomfortable look.. "This house is small, Bi. Not big hold… "

Dhira looked up. He realized that this house was not terraced. First floor houses whose layout is very close to each other. Not as spacious as in his own house with Shaka.

"Yes, Mother. Bia comfortable here. He can move indefinitely."

Bia said that with a smile. Honestly, he was not offended at all by Dhira's words. Perhaps according to people his house is a small and narrow house.

However, for him who lives alone, move alone and work almost all day in the hospital. Very very fond of the house that he thinks he can stay close and satisfied.

"Judek. Mbak do not want maxain but surely you have to take care of yourself okay?x

Bia nodded in agreement. What was in his mind finally materialized. He will not see the sight that makes him hurt, he will not see anything that makes him stress, jealousy and also depressed.

It is better to be a person who knows nothing but is happy than to be an all-knowing but painful person. Honestly it hurts a lot to look for the disease yourself.

Let alone the house, Bia who saw how Shaka's treatment during the trip made her heart hurt. His soul was impassioned that he should be aware that the main character had returned here.

That he should realize he was a stunt double. There is nothing special about all the memories other than for him. Yes to, Bia. For Bia all are good memories that he will not change and he forgets one bit.

"Judek. Ma'am Shaka's coming home, Bi!" Dhira said with a look around and looking for the unseen figure of her husband.

"Where is Mas Shaka?" Ask Dhira who did not see her husband.

Bia looked around. Yes Shaka wasn't there.

Dhira. He walked to the door and stood there.

"Bak wait in the car, Bi. Please find Mas Shaka and tell him we need to hurry to mama's house."

Bia nodded. He saw Dhira start walking towards the car and made the pregnant mother enter his house and walk towards the back.

The last time he saw Shaka was the man checking around. Finally Bia was sure if her husband was in the back garden and sure enough. When Bia just came out of the connecting door. He saw the true figure of Shaka was there.

The man was standing while looking at some of the fruit plants he had planted.

"Mas!" Call Bia who makes Shaka look. "Mbak Dhira is in the car. He said to send a sneak home because he wants to go to Mas Shaka's family home."

Shaka who just remembered nodded. He looked around and seemed to take his breath so deeply.

"The fruit here you plant?"

Bia looked at what Shaka saw. Some of the far strawberries that he planted, then like tomato vegetables, chili and some other green vegetables already look ready to be picked.

"Yes, Mum."

"May I have this fruit?" Shaka asked as he touched the red-colored fruit.

"Strawberries?"

Shaka's head nodded.

"I really want to, Bi. I think it's like that seger. Can you?"

Bia nodded. He walked towards that strawberry plant that looked so neat. Bia took and picked some fruit and then washed by him in a faucet of water that flows so smoothly.

"This," said Bia giving Shaka a look of impatience.

The man received the fruit. Shaka then without thinking long immediately ate it.

"Where?" Bia asked with a look on Shaka's face expression that was so calm.

"Enak. It's not very sour and yes I like it!"

Bia smiling. He saw the voracious Shaka eat the fruit of the quotation until finally the fruit in Shaka's hand was exhausted.

"I have to go home!" Shaka said goodbye to Bia.

The pregnant woman nodded. Honest in him he feels heavy. But, back again, he had to be conscious. Realize that he is not the main character.

"You take good care of yourself, Bi. Don't be careless. Don't tire. I'll come by every day when I go to the office. Okay?"

Bia nodded with a smile. She held her breath as Shaka approached her and rubbed her head.

"Take our son well. Eat regularly and the waiter I ask for will come here tomorrow" said Shaka, who made Bia's feelings warm.

Bia's heart grew even worse as Shaka approached, wrapping his hands around her waist and finally. A kiss so slowly on Bia's forehead makes pregnant women like they forget to breathe.

His heart was racing, a feeling of happiness and also he felt butterflies flying in his stomach.

"Don't sleep too late" said Shaka as the kiss on the forehead slipped off and made Bia completely aware that the kiss was real

~Connected

Duh Mas Shaka is still giving hope kek gini again. Long time you do not krues loh ihh. sweet sweet gemes ngeselin