Bia, the Substitute Mother
Enchanted?

...Behind the attitude of the person now. There must be a reason and something that makes it change and could be like a different figure later on. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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"Mommy wants to have a grandchild, Shaka!"

"Grandfather is old. Grandpa wants to play with Grandpa's granddaughter. Grandpa wants to carry her too."

"You have no pity on Mama, Grandpa and Papa. We're your parents. We want a grandson of you. We wish there was a successor to this family, Shaka!"

"You divorced your barren wife. You divorce her and Mama who will find another woman for you!"

All those words were ringing in Shaka's head. Spinning a broken cassette inside his brain. The words that were ringing and were clearly drawn in his mind. The words he always heard whenever he came to his parents' house.

"Suck!" So Shaka hit the wall hard.

Her tears are flowing. Yes Shaka even cried as he remembered and imagined how his wife felt. Pressed and always asked the same questions by his parents.

He's really upset. Because all those crazy questions made his wife take this path. Yes, the path of insanity requires her to remarry.

He chose to sit. Shaka chose to turn his hair back and cover his face with both hands. Honestly, his breath is still there.

He's really worried right now. His head kept turning thinking about his beloved wife. It was as if his wife's hands and face were waving with the sound of a voice that kept mentioning his wife's name in his head.

The Dhira Dhira Dhira.

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While in the room. Bia looked at the contents of the suitcase with a breath. Well, his eyes widened in disbelief as he opened one of his special luggage prepared by Dhira.

A dress that is completely out of reason. His hand lifted one of the clothes there. He gulped his saliva violently as the shirt was clearly visible before his eyes.

"Crazy. It's the shirt Bia's seen in Mom's closet" she muttered softly with her voice held back.

He's down again. Megobrak abrik contents of the suitcase with the hope that there will be clothes that he can wear in the house.

He put the shirt back. Sitting with your legs bent and hugging your knees. At the moment, Bia is only wearing a towel. He drowned his head between his knees and tried to hold back his screaming lips.

"You can, Bia. You can! Your life must mean something to others" murmured Bia quietly. "You've messed up but at least one of your organs is beneficial to someone else."

The woman pulled her hair back. He slowly searched for one of the clothes there and finally found one that might still be better than the other.

Office clothes with a slightly thicker exterior. Those shorts that might have been a little unsightly could still save her.

Bia stood in front of the mirror. She looked at her body that looked so sexy.

Believe me, behind the robe that always covers Bia's body. The veil that wrapped his head. There is a very ideal body shape. As a doctor, Bia takes good care of her body. Eat healthy food, diet, stay in his own place and also set his sleep schedule to take care of himself that makes him healthy and beautiful.

"For the first time I opened up in front of a man other than my Father, Brother and Sister," Lirih Bia by taking her breath so deeply. "Now I have to open up again in front of my husband. Siri's husband."

Bia's tone of voice was slow but impressed insinuating. She tries to stay calm and has to be Bia who thickens her face.

"You need to be self-aware and remember your goals, Bi!"

Finally the girl came out of the room. His hand was trying to pull the shorts that he thought were very showing his own.

Head looked up. Until soon he saw the figure of Shaka who sat by covering his face. However, that was not what made Bia fixated. But Shaka's hand was injured and made the girl immediately sit up and hold her husband's hand.

Shaka was certainly surprised by the sudden movement. However, it was surprising again when he felt his hand held by someone who was none other than the woman who became his wife.

"What are you doing?" Shaka moved furiously. "I've already said. Don't… "

"Don't touch me and don't come near me, right?" Sela Bia quickly repeated the words Shaka always remembered.

"You!"

"I'm just worried look at your hand, Mom. If it's not compressed and treated. Tomorrow it will be swollen and painful. Wait here!"

Finally, Bia walked towards the kitchen. She completely forgot her clothes due to the worry on Shaka. The woman was looking for cooking utensils to cook hot water and also a bucket and a small cloth to compress.

Everything Bia does is certainly seen by Shaka. The man growled furiously.

"A really cheap woman! He wears that shirt to tease me? Don't expect me to be tempted!" Shaka exclaimed with sarcasm to himself.

The man turned his face away. He looked at her hands that were starting to turn red and slightly swollen.

"****!" Get angry with her.

Bia quickly brought what she prepared towards the villa sofa. He sat down near Shaka slowly.

"For this time. Permission Bia to hold Mas Shaka, okay! Just to compress. Not more! Later if Mas Shaka wants to insult Bia, want to mess around. Can be done later!" Said Bia with that nagging and super considerate behavior to Shaka.

Bia quickly grabbed Shaka's hand. The woman pressed so gently. He was also very careful with what he did.

Without Bia realizing. A pair of eyes stared at him fixedly. Staring at how Bia's face lines from the side. How her hair is and how she looks.

Yes Shaka is completely grounded. Only this time he could see Bia this close. I don't know why his eyes are hypnotized. He admitted that his wife's face was very beautiful.

Don't even forget, behind her covered clothes there is a very beautiful body.

"****!" Umpat Shaka in the heart. "Dhira Dhira Dhira."

Shaka turned his face away. He pulled his hand quickly.

"Stay, Mas. Stay in a doang. Don't move!" Bia exclaimed in annoyance.

"You!"

"Diem!" Bia cried furiously.

The woman immediately wrapped with gauze. He did it quickly. After all, he placed Shaka's hand on his own foot.

"It's done. Now, that spicy mouth of yours can insult me again, Mas. It was in the pending moment because I was still treating it!" Seru Bia then stood up.

The lips were nagging as they walked towards the kitchen. However, for some reason it unconsciously makes the corner of Shaka's lips curved upwards. It was as if that face with all its scolding had unknowingly made Shaka feel something new.

"Crazy. Lo crazy, Ka!"

~Connected

Cie told you, Bia is beautiful, right?

Huuu he mah seedlings superior loh Mas haha.