Bia, the Substitute Mother
The Crazy Idea of Dhira

...Behind a problem that we do there is a strong reason that encourages us to do it. ...

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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A message notification sounded and made Bia glance towards her phone. His eyes stared at the clockwork hanging on the wall. Nine o'clock in the night but Mas Shaka is invisible.

Bia exhaled her heavy breath. He picked up the flat object and shifted his lock screen.

Dhira: do not forget to use the medicine that I have prepared, Bi. Do that tonight. I want the results to come soon and we can hug the tiny baby.

Bia's heart is flushed. But how else. Isn't this the deal he made. Bia's attention was spontaneously directed at the sound of the door opening.

The woman quickly walked out of the room and saw the figure of Shaka who had just emerged from the door of the villa.

"Where's Mas Shaka from? Why is it raining like this?" Said Bia with worry.

"What do you care?" Shaka exclaimed in annoyance.

"Obviously I care. If Mas Shaka is sick. Who is bothered too? Bia right?" Sindir Bia then ran towards the kitchen so calmly.

Shaka just clenched his hand. He was really angry at the girl's behavior.

"Don't you have any more clothes, huh? Why are you wearing that shirt?" Shaka exclaimed whose voice was heard by Bia.

Bia came with a towel in her hand. He quickly pulled Shaka's hand and asked her to sit on the sofa.

"Nothing. All the clothes that are here are the clothes of choice Mbak Dhira. Suitcases and others were prepared by your wife, Mas. If you want to protest. Yes protest to Madam Dhira!" Sindir Bia with a glance towards Shaka who was looking at him full of hate. "Diem's. I want your hair!"

"No need!" Shaka cried while standing up. "Never… "

"Touching me and holding me. Didn't we?" Bia repeated Shaka's words.

Bia rolled her eyes lazily. He placed the towel on Shaka's lap slowly.

"Dry your hair if you don't want to get sick. I'll make you some hot tea, Mas!" Bia said and left from there.

Shaka looks angry. He stared at the towel that was on his lap with his hunting breath. Honestly, he really wanted to go home.

The shadow where he had received the call from his wife and Dhira said he was longing. I think he wants to fly to Indonesia. But how else. Now he has to do everything.

Doing what was never in his shadow but Shaka wasn't ready! Yeah, he's not ready.

"Although you're naked in front of me. I won't be interested in you!" Shaka exclaimed with his eyes glistening furiously.

"My love is only for Dhira. Just for him and no other woman!"

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In kitchen.

Bia stared at something that Dhira brought to her. His breath was heavy. The thing he never did now he had to try. Something beyond his will.

However, Dhira insisted. Yes don't want to. Everything has to happen tonight.

"Sorry, Mas. Bia does this so that everything is quickly finished," Bia said as she put something into the warm tea glass.

After that he stirred the tea and then stored the medicine to a safe place. He breathed a heavy breath. His hands were sweating coldly.

Slowly Bia began to bring the tea to the living room. The place where Shaka looks like he's about to leave.

"It's none of your business!" Shaka with ketus.

"It's none of my business but if anything happens to you. That's my business, too, Mom!" It was Bia who made Shaka turn his body around.

"It's warm tea. Drink it so you don't get cold, Mom. I'm going to sleep!" Pamit Bia then put hanitu tea on the table.

After that he left there. He went into the room and sat down on the bed quietly. His breathing is irregular. He stared at the closed door.

"You'll come to me soon, Mas. You'll come alone because of the cure. I'm sorry," said Bia slowly as she spread herself and began to slowly close her eyes.

In the living room. That's exactly what Bia said.

Shaka started to feel something in him. He felt his body start to heat up. Something inside him rose quickly.

The man began to open his shirt which was wet from the rain. He threw the shirt on the floor and walked towards the bathroom outside.

She wet her hair because of the stinginess. However, it didn't work. He felt something within him start to tense up. Standing up straight and making Shaka unconsciously remember his wife.

Slowly she came out of the bathroom. Walk towards the room where Bia is. He opened the door and saw a woman sleeping quietly.

In his shadow, Dhira's face twisted. He slowly approached and pulled the body back to him.

"Darling," Call Shaka with his eyes like they see Dhira's face.

Bia is unprepared when Shaka starts attacking her. Yes the man climbed on top of his body and kissed his lips greedily. That certainly makes Bia difficult to breathe.

She pushes Shaka's body until the kiss is released. Bia took a quick breath. Her chest of fireworks tried to breathe that air to enter her lungs.

"I'm sorry, honey. Sorry," Shaka said, rubbing Bia's face so gently.

In the view of Shaka. Currently the woman below is Dhira. The woman he loved so much. The woman who was his first wife ah was more precisely the wife that only he acknowledged.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm too excited. I'll do it more gently" said Shaka then started to bring her face closer together again.

The man began to kiss Bia's lips gently. Sipping it slowly and making Bia start to lulled. The shadow reappeared. He held onto Shaka's waist as those memories swirled in his mind.

However, it seems that Shaka is more expert. He plays his hand and moves seductively to make Bia calm. The two women's hands were also wrapped around Shaka's neck. Pull the man so that their kiss is deeper.

"Mmm," muttered Bia as Shaka started playing with his chest area.

Yes the man did it gently. Even when she undressed, Bia kissed and kissed her whole body. Shaka's behavior is very calm and adoring.

However, the moment the man started to enter Bia's body. Unexpected things happen. When their bodies move to each other. Suddenly…

"Dhira." Shaka muttered with his body..

Bia speechless. The ears hear. Heard every name that came out of Shaka's lips. A name that makes him a little snappy and self-conscious.

"Mmm Dhira, honey!"

Shaka immediately kisses Bia's lips and along with her who starts to reach the top and takes out inside the property of his wife who he believes is Dhira.

The man kissed Bia's lips gently and moved her face away slowly.

"Thank you, honey. I love you, Dhira."

~Connected

Inget well, this is still an early chapter. Not seen the groove later. Nebak mah may but jan too yaww.