Bia, the Substitute Mother
Dhira in Arthir's Room

...Whatever size the carcass will be covered with a thick piece of steel. If the time starts to smell it will be smelled so thick....

...~JBlack...

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"The best salad from Papa for the beloved child," Shaka said proudly and patted his chest.

Bia could not resist or resist when the man insisted on making the salad for her. Shaka is really cool to make it himself and inevitably makes Bia let the man do what he wants.

"Good meal," said Shaka as she placed a bowl of salad on the table and rubbed the head of Bia who was wearing a headscarf.

"Thank you, Mom," said Bia unhappily.

However, the woman did like the salad. Since she was pregnant, fruit salad was one of the foods that should be on the dinner table. The food that is required is always there for him.

"Your tumben wears a hijab at home, Bi? You usually leave?"

"Obviously I wear it. You are home! I'm afraid you've turned into a fierce tiger!" Said Bia in a struggling heart.

"Aren't you hot?" Ask Shaka who inexplicably according to Bia increasingly chatty.

The two-bodied woman did not answer. She enjoys her salad with questions from Shaka.

"If it's overheated, just open the hijab, Bi. Papa! We are halal!"

"I know we're halal, Mom! But I don't want to keep falling down with your charm and surrender!" Sahut Bia in a day that continues to chatter.

"Don't keep quiet, Bi. Answer dong!" Persuade Shaka to whine.

Bia keeps trying not to hush. He just wanted to fortify himself from the feeling he thought was getting bigger. Yes his love for Shaka, unfortunately for the man it turns out that the more days, the greater.

Not a heartache from last night's voice problem. It turns out that meeting Shaka was able to tear down everything he had strengthened from last night. He tried to hate himself, he tried not to pique. However, the feeling of pity turned out to be greater than the feeling of strength.

"Bi!"

"I'm eating, Mom!" Bia said with annoyance. "How do I answer that gini?"

Shaka chuckles. He had deliberately made his wife angry with him. According to Shaka, Bia's irritating face is very opiate and makes the woman look beautiful.

"Don't.. Mas!" Lirih Bia was shocked when a hand rubbed at the corner of her lips.

The eyes looked at each other. Yes, Shaka looked at Bia's face which looked different. As well as Bia, the woman was surprised by what the man did to her.

"I know you're hungry and love salads. But if you eat do not need to be drunk too, Bi. I'm not going to take it!"

He just laughed with force. Then he went back down and continued eating.

"Can I have a word, Bi?"

"No!" Answer Bia with a ketus.

"A little bit, Bi. Well... Yeah?" Persuade Shaka to whine.

"No, Mom!"

"You're so mean. You're willing to watch me drool. Want to eat without being loved, right? Very ticklish anyway," Sindir Shaka who makes Bia certainly feel insinuated.

The woman immediately spooned the same salad spoon with her and thrust right in front of Shaka's lips.

"Open,, akh!"

Shaka who pretended to be angry spontaneously turned his head. He stared at the spoon containing the fruit salad with a sparkling look. His lips were dry and he swallowed his own saliva.

"No way!" Reply to the vengeful Shaka.

He didn't have much patience this time. He tries to stay calm. Bia tried to take her breath so deep and then exhaled violently.

"Come, Mas. Maafin Bia yah's. Let's open his mouth. Bia will feed Mas Shaka," said Bia persuaded.

He did not want to mess with his husband. Whatever it is, Bia knows how to behave. However, Bia tried to remain aware of his position. She also had to find a way of scrumptious from her husband's ridho.

Either way the two got married. Anyway later. They are husband and wife now. Their marriage was also legal in the eyes of religion.

"No!"

"No, Bi!"

"Mas let's open!"

"No!"

"Mas," said Bia who started there.

The woman was quick on both sides of Shaka's face. He pulled the man's chin until the two finally looked at each other.

"Let's eat this salad, Mas. He said he wanted to try," Whisper Bia then slowly, he bit the fruit on his spoon. "Udah. Come akhh… "

Succeeds.

The salad was eaten by her husband. It indicates if Shaka really wants to eat with his lips.

"Alhamdulillah," said Bia rubbing his stomach.

"Papa's son is full?" Shaka asked and pulled his chair close to the seat Bia was sitting on and rubbed his stomach.

"certain. That much I used myself. Not full, Mom!" spray Bia who seems to be in a very bad mood. "You're not at the office. It's really afternoon!"

"You're upset with me?" Shaka asked that made Bia raise her shoulders upwards.

"I just don't want to misunderstand, Mom. Okay fine! Let me live quietly for a few months!" Said Bia with a pleading look. "I don't want to get into trouble with anyone."

Shaka spontaneously looked. He stared at Bia's eyes avoiding his gaze.

"Gook at me, Bi? What's up?"

"Please, Mom! Go to the office! It's been so late!"

The hour hand showed at nine in the morning. A fairly fast time with Bia who always take care of herself so that she does not get into the heart.

Shaka remembers the meeting. Spontaneous standing.

"I went to the office first, Bi. Careful."

Bia deliver up to the terrace of the house. When Shaka was about to leave. Bia quickly grabbed her hand and kissed the back of Shaka's hand on her lips.

"Working spirit, Mom. And don't speed!"

There was something in Shaka's heart that was disturbed. However, he tried to remain calm and nodded.

"Ready, Mrs Boss. I'll hear your advice!"

Eventually Shaka started getting into the car. Waving his hand towards Bia then immediately forwarded the four-wheeled vehicle. The man in neat clothes occasionally glanced towards his wrist.

"How could I forget!" Shaka exclaimed with a focused look forward again.

***

"Good day, sir," Sapa, a secretary, began to follow Shaka's footsteps into her room.

"What's my schedule this afternoon?" Shaka asked the woman who was his assistant.

"You will have guests and also have a meeting with the office officials!"

Shaka nodded. He quickly put his coat on the table. However, his gaze was suspicious when his men like this said something to him.

"What's wrong?" Tanya Shaka demanded.

The man's gaze wasn't kidding. He stared at the secretary whom he trusted so much.

"Miss Dhira is here, sir!" Said a man who made Shaka surprised.

"My wife?" Shaka repeated uncertainly. "Then where is Dhira now!"

"The lady's in Mr. Arthur's room, sir."

~Connected.

Oh, and next chapter? want a scene what would be Shaka mas entered Arthir's room and there was a fight or yes immediately said hehe