Bia, the Substitute Mother
The arrival of Shaka

...It turns out that strengthening our hearts not to be weak in front of the man we love is the hardest thing I do. Painful and it's not easy for me. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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"I'm gonna stop by Bia's house while I'm off to the office, honey. You wanna come?" Shaka asked slowly as he walked down the stairs.

He looked at his wife who was sitting quietly on the dining table chair while playing with her phone. Shaka's eyes looked at his housemaid who prepared breakfast for him at the dinner table.

"No, Mas. I'm going to bed. My body hurts all," Rengek Dhira who made Shaka nod.

He rubbed Dhira's head then sat down quietly.

"Sleep. I'll be home soon today" said Shaka who made Dhira raise her head.

The woman placed her phone on the dining table and looked at her husband with a surprised look.

"Tumben, Mom? You usually come home at night?" Dhira asked in a slightly satirical tone.

Shaka smiled. He clasped Dhira's hand and rubbed it slowly.

"I know I'm always busy with work. Leaving you home alone until night. So let me make it up to you now, yeah?"

Dhira. She returned the hand of her husband and kissed the hand warmly.

"False, Mas. I'm happy you want to spare time for me but. "Dhira's pause stopped because the waiter delivered dessert.

"But what?"

"I'll be out with my friend later in the afternoon. What can?"

"certain. Do what makes you happy" Shaka said gently

Dhira smiled so widely. He nodded his head as if Shaka's answer was very very very making it like getting abundant happiness.

"Thank you a lot, Mom. You never banned me from anything. I love you more."

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Somewhere else. Morning dew looks so soothing eyes in a yard that looks very beautiful and cool. A large yard with the sound of a vehicle in front of the house does not make a pregnant woman who is on the streets feel disturbed.

His mind was calm, his world was serene as he began to set his bare foot with wet grass.

Bia, the woman smiled warmly. He's really starting to calm down. His soul that was sick last night seemed to come with his sleep which made him really start accepting everything.

Bia has changed. He started thinking about his son. He can't be selfish. Right now the thing more important than her heart is her own content.

Breath that is calm, the air in his cool house may be because the number of trees and flowers increasingly make pregnant women feel very calm and happy.

Bia walked over while rubbing her stomach. He smiled with a heart that was trying to stay awake. Remember all the doctor's advice and make him not want to happen something that he does not want.

"This morning Mommy will make a salad. Wear strawberries, grapes just like apples" said Bia with a smile.

He walked straight to the main door. Bia wants to do what she wants to do. Until finally when his footsteps almost reached the door of the house. The sound of a car engine entering his yard made him turn his head.

"Mas Shaka," Lirih Bia slowly looked at the figure of the man who had just stepped down from his car.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Greetings Shaka with lips that smiled widely and hands carrying some plastic bags. "Good morning, Papa's son."

Shaka touched Bia's stomach. However, the woman spontaneously retreated her steps a few steps. That certainly made Shaka surprised and looked up.

"What's up, Bi?" Shaka asked with a frown.

"Gapapa, Mas," said Bia by forcing a smile. "Why did you come here?"

"I want to see my son" said Shaka, then approached. "Come, Bi. I want to rub your stomach."

Bia swallowed his saliva forcefully. The heart wants to stay away. Wanted to strengthen his heart but why now it was so hard.

Dealing with the person directly turned out to make Bia feel like shortness of breath and sculpting. Until finally the slow pull on his hand made the girl surprised and fell right in Shaka's arms.

"What are you thinking?" Shaka asked quietly which made Bia completely hypnotized with an eye gaze.

"Conscious, Bi. Conscious! What did you hear last night?" Shouted Bia's inner voice in his heart.

"Mas don't gini, Mas. Afraid someone might see!" Said Bia pushing Shaka's chest firmly.

Succeeds.

The man let go of his embrace and made Bia able to enter his house first. He just wants to run away, he wants to escape from Shaka's entanglement for a while.

"Bi!" Call Shaka who's after Bia.

"What do you want to do?" Shaka asked following Bia who entered the kitchen.

Bia did not answer. This one pregnant woman even prefers to take the fruit she wants and then she puts it on the table. He also took out mayonnaise and milk from the refrigerator.

Shaka who feels dicueki is not abstinent charcoal. He took the knife Bia was holding and took the apple from her hand.

"Mas!"

"I'm helping you peel!" Seal Shaka in an indisputable tone.

Finally, Bia did not want to force. He doesn't want to make trouble and get run over. It is better for him to choose to give up and then start preparing his salad dressing.

"Oh yes, Bi. What did you call last night?" Shaka asked who remembered something.

Bia speechless. He did not answer and continued his work.

"I was busy last night. I'm sorry, Bi. So not the surprise of your voice," Shaka said unkindly.

"No papa, Mas. It's not an important matter" Bia replied slowly.

"Even any important problem, you will not come," continued Bia in the deepest heart. "Even until last night I spammed your phone. I'm sure it won't be answered. You're too busy with your wife and having fun."

All that he could say in his heart. All her pain, all her moaning can only she get and she vents it in her heart.

This feeling is unrequited. He could only keep it to himself without everyone knowing.

"Where's aunt Mar?" Shaka asked who saw his wife's house was very quiet.

"Aunt to the market" Bia answered honestly.

"Why don't you come?" Shaka asked with his hands cutting the apple nimbly.

"I woke up late" said Bia and grabbed the knife in Shaka's hand.

"Not helping, Mom. You better go to the company. Your clothes are so neat, I'm afraid they're dirty!" Word. Bia slowly and impressed insinuating.

That woman was indeed intent on insinuating Shaka. She wanted her husband to be a little more sensitive.

"Don't make me mad, Bi. I'm here to see my son and Dhira. I'd like to see him for a minute."

~Connected

Ciuh last night made a gedeg, now wooing. You little lu kang gombal.

Sorry yesterday I permission holiday right update lak. rest hehe out of my surabaya trip yesterday.