Bia, the Substitute Mother
Dhira's Request

...Being happy over someone's suffering is not the best way. Remember he is there because we are and what we do will come back to ourselves. ...

...~JBlack...

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"What's Bia calling, honey?" Shaka asked after the two vented out the pleasure of both.

The man took his phone because he remembered that someone had called when the two were chasing each other for pleasure. Shaka who is very scared if his business or work colleagues then he quickly opens his phone.

The breaths of the two were still going up and down. The two of them were fighting each other so strongly because both of them had fought on the bed so fiercely.

Shaka frowned when the name of his sir's wife was there.

"I don't know, Mom. Try calling back!" Dhira said with his tone of voice.

Ah from the tone of voice only. Makes Shaka understand the solution. He glanced at his wife then put his phone back and wrapped his hand around Dhira's stomach.

"Don't squash dong. Jealousy huh?" Whisper Shaka teases.

"Let go ah, Mas. I'm sultry!" Dhira said by trying to take off Shaka's embrace.

However, not in spite. The circle of the hand is getting stronger.

"You're jealous of gini. It's so jolly, darling. Really!" Persuade Shaka to become.

"I'm not brave and not funny fighting you!"

Shaka did not give up. He knows how Dhira is. Living with Dhira, living together and knowing each other makes the man very know the character of his wife.

"Are you sure nyuekin me?" Shaka said in a soft voice then called his head around Dhira's neck. "I miss you, honey. It's really kangen!"

"Mas!" Lirih Dhira with holding her breath.

Her husband really knows how to persuade her. How to keep himself from getting angry. How can he forgive Shaka if the man is wrong.

"I'm sorry, honey. Yeah… "

Dhira was silent. As if the woman was deliberately upsetting her husband instead of playing.

" Ow!" Thira screeched as she felt a bite on her neck. "You really are, Mom. Sick tau!"

"You're gemesin!" Shaka said he didn't want to lose.

Akhh Dhira is wrong. Her cheeks were flushed and made the woman's behavior even more cute and adorable.

"You have to take responsibility. You'll have to pay for my red neck!" Dhira said slowly and managed to keep her husband's head away from her neck.

"Say! What do you want?"

Dhira was silent. However, before long Dhira slowly looked into her husband's eyes. The two eyes looked at each other as if channeling what they both felt.

"I want to cook your cooking, Mas. I want to eat from your handmade. Okay?"

Shaka feels dejavu. His mind seemed to twist and imagine what he had done with Bia in Singapore.

"How's Bia doing? What exactly happened to her?" Shaka muttered in his heart.

"Mas!" Whiney Dhira while shaking her husband's hand.

"Yes?"

"I want to eat your cooking!" Dhira said half forcefully.

"alright. I'll just cook fried rice?"

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When Dhira had just set his foot down the stairs. The aroma of fried rice was smelled on his nose. Her favorite food since young was very inhaled clearly by her. Soon she went to the kitchen and saw what her husband was doing.

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

This section is the favorite part of Dhira. When her husband fought with cooking utensils, Shaka's good looks added very far above her according to him.

"Hi, Honey. Come here!" call Shaka when he just realized there's Dhira at the kitchen door.

Like a cat with a mother. Dhira. The woman walks in near Shaka until her waist is pulled by her husband until her second body sticks. Dhira can't dodge. However, this position was greatly missed by him.

"Fried rice plus mushrooms, sausages, eggs and chicken are special to you," Shaka said with his left hand flanking Dhira's waist and his right hand moving the spatula.

"Is this really, Mas who cooks?" ask Dhira in disbelief.

Honestly, almost Dhira did not want to eat her husband's cooking. I don't know why that woman didn't like watching herself cook. However, I don't know what demons are possessing today.

Dhira could ask him to cook.

"Of course," Shaka said as he patted his chest. "I'm just here."

Dhira. He looked at a large skillet containing the special fried rice mix. Looks tantalizing until it unconsciously makes Dhira swallow his saliva.

"Want to try it?" tawar Shaka when he saw his wife's expression.

As a husband who has been with Dhira for several years. He knew his wife very well. His first wife could not help but eat his favorite food.

Shamefully Dhira's head nodded. She saw her husband pick up a spoon and thrust it in front of her mouth.

"Yes…"

He didn't refuse. Dhira immediately ate a spoonful of fried rice until his eyes closed. This is really delicious fried rice. Shaka's ability in the field of cooking need not be doubted. The man does have the same hobby as his mother even though he often does not believe. Loving to fight with cooking utensils and creating good food is a different thing in the eyes of Dhira.

"less?"

Dhira's cheeks met red as she was caught feeling like eating her fried rice again. Unable to dodge, Shaka's hand stroked his head gently and kissed his wife's head.

"Sit down first. I'll serve it at the dinner table."

Finally Shaka immediately divided the fried rice evenly on the plate. Put it on the dinner table and along with himself and his wife.

"Eat a lot, honey. Spend everything!" Shaka said slowly.

"Yes, Honey. I will eat a lot for you" Dhira replied as she puffed her chest and patted her proudly.

For some reason what Shaka did made Dhira laugh out loud. The laughter that Shaka so desperately missed was finally able to see her back. Laughter is happy and so loose without burden. Laughter is very, very valuable for Bara at this time.

Shaka is really happy. He looked at his wife who was eating voraciously. The sound of laughter and happiness was widespread there. Well even Shaka rubbed the corner of his wife's messy lips while eating.

"Other time you're gonna have to make me go again, baby!" Dhira said as she blinked one eye in front of her husband.

"certain. What do you want, what does the princess ask. I'll be ready to make it!"

"Seriously, Mom? Sure?"

Shaka nodded. He cupped both sides of Dhira's face and kissed her forehead. A warm kiss, a very short kiss that shows that both of them love each other.

"Seriously, Honey. I'll cook it for you if I want!"

~Connected

duhh mas Shaka jan make you keep doing yah. kesel abis in making baper so sick again.