Bia, the Substitute Mother
Comparing Bia and Dhira

...There will be a time when you miss him who is always there for you and do by putting you first over himself. ...

...~JBlack...

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The sound of knocking on the door made a woman who had just come out of the bathroom turn her head. The woman with puffy eyes immediately walked towards the door of her room when she heard the voice of the woman she was very familiar with.

"Yes, Bi?" Bia asked by opening her room and smiling.

"The dinner's ready, Non. Come eat! Poor baby's grandpa is starving" Aunt Mar said attentively.

"But… "

"Auntie for a special egg martabak for Non Bia. It is not mandatory to try it because the word sir, martabak Bibi is the most delicious in Jakarta!" Aunt Mar said proudly.

Bia looked out. He stared at the whole room to check on something he didn't want to see.

"Non find Mr Shaka?"

"Eh no, Bi!" Bia said evasive.

Aunt Mar smiled. He really felt anxious about the behavior of a married couple in front of him.

"Mr Shaka has returned. Non Dhira called earlier," said Aunt Mar who made Bia exhale more relieved.

"Bia put the towel down first, Bi. After that, Bia went to the dining table!"

Finally Bia went back inside. He tidied up his towel and then immediately walked out of the room. Cheap negligent clothes stuck to Bia's body which made her still-nothing belly invisible.

The smell of the egg was already smelled in Bia's nose. The woman with bright sparkling eyes finally chose to sit down and began to stare at the martabak with a tantalizing brown color.

"He can eat now, right, Bi?"

"Sure, Non."

Aunt Mar took the martabak and put it on Bia's plate. He also picked up some rice and made Bia's feelings warm up. She was getting her mother.

How long he hasn't called his parents. Ever since she became pregnant, she has been entangled with the lives of Dhira and Shaka. Bia realized that she rarely contacted her parents.

"Non. Non Bia. "Call Aunt Mar pat Bia's dreamy arm.

Bia. Tears dripped and made her remove them immediately.

"Non Bia why cry?" Ask Aunt Mar who is worried. "Is there anything sick?"

Bia shaking. He tried to catch his breath slowly and then exhaled. He tried to stay calm so that he did not become more emotional.

It seems like this pregnancy really makes her always want to cry. His feelings are more sensitive and he is more easily overwhelmed.

"Bia just misses Bia's Mom and Dad, Bi," Bia answered honestly.

"Non Bia is still…"

"Yes. Bia there's still an old man," he replied nodding.

Aunt Mar was surprised. The eyes of the woman who was no longer young were wide in disbelief.

"Then do they know about this?" Aunt Mar asked pointing at Bia's stomach slowly.

Bia shaking.

"They don't know anything. Even know Bia's getting married. No!" Said Bia by looking ahead. "Only my older brother knows, Bi. I hid a secret from them. I don't want my parents to be disappointed with me. I don't want to make them angry and not proud of me anymore. The past mistakes are bad. I'm sure my parents would be ashamed of me!"

Bia. The woman was crying again. Past events really scratched his heart and made Bia very hurt and scared.

He moved to sit down and immediately pulled Bia in his arms. Both are close relationships. Bia who is always open and considers Aunt Mar like her own grandmother would feel happy with this hug.

Warm and soothing embrace. A simple hug that made Bia still feel she had someone who was always there for her.

"Don't make the load, Non. Eject everything. Do not keep it yourself because it is not good for pregnant women," said Aunt Mar reminded.

"Yes, Bi. Forgive Bia yah. Bia will try to be more open to Bia herself."

Aunt Mar nodded. She let go of her embrace and wiped away Bia's tears slowly. The white face certainly looks clear reddish former tears that are wiped.

Reddened nose and swollen eyes sign showing him who finished crying very clearly visible.

"Now it's better for Non Bia to eat. Bibi is sure Non Bia's feelings will be better after eating Aunt's martabak!"

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"Assalamu'alaikum," Salam Shaka when he had just arrived at his house.

The man in shabby clothes began to enter the house with his briefcase. He loosened the tie that tied his neck and walked towards the living room sofa.

There's no answer. Shaka didn't even see his wife. Shaka chose to put his briefcase on the sofa and sat there to lean on.

"Drink, Mommy. Bia believes Mas Shaka is tired of office work," said a voice that suddenly sounded and made Shaka who was calming his heart with closed eyes increasingly twisted his memory.

"Warm green tea!" Said Bia with a sweet smile.

Shaka's eyes slowly opened. He straightened his body and stared at the table in front of him.

It's blank! There's no drink like Bia that always makes her.

He remembers all the memories of Singapore. Every time he finished his office. Shaka will find Bia making green tea for him.

"Oh, Sir. Excuse me. Aunty had just finished cleaning the back," said a servant who saw the arrival of her master.

"Gakpapa, Bi," Shaka answered and stood up. "Dhira where?"

"Mrs Dhira is in the back garden."

Shaka finally walked over and left his bag on the sofa. He headed to the connecting door between the house and the garden behind his house.

From afar, Shaka could see his wife was busy with his activities. Getting closer, Shaka could see that his wife was painting nails on her hands with a girlfriend.

"Darling!" Call Shaka who makes both of them turn.

"Ouch, Lit. Clayey right? Uhhh!" Thira exclaimed in annoyance. "Mas Shaka what the hell is going on? Because Mas Shaka is a mess, right?"

Shaka frowned. "Because of me?"

Shaka doesn't think. He felt tired and caught up with his wife to unwind but was instead given such an answer.

"I just got home from work, Dhir. I want to be close to you because I'm tired, but you… "

"Don't be spoiled, Mas!" Thira exclaimed with eyes staring at his hands which began to be tidied up again the paint of his nails. "You're a big one, Mom. You can do it yourself, right? If you are tired, you rest. Sleep on!"

Shaka is not finished. He looked at his wife with an angry and angry look. His head almost broke with the thought of Bia earlier. Then at home instead of getting calm even he argued with Dhira.

"There you are, Mas. There's an aunt, too, right? If Mas Shaka is tired, ask to make Auntie warm tea so Mas Shaka's body is anget. I just took a shower and slept!"

~Connected

Duh mas jan said he wanted to bandingin ya ama my son. clearly far away! my son is beautiful, Pinter. Lah lu's wife? hoohe