Bia, the Substitute Mother
Eavesdropping and Suspicious

...It turns out that covering something that is not our desire is a heavy thing. Especially if faced with some people we love and care about....

...~Bia Quinsa Altafunisha...

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The arrival of Almeera and the family certainly makes the atmosphere of the house that has long been inhabited by servants is now back crowded. A house full of memories, a house full of scribbles of stories in the past that are full of meaning. The house is full of jokes, laughter, sadness and injuries that occur and teach many things.

The house that made Almeera's silent witness seen and felt by everyone. This is where they return, a house full of great meaning.

"Welcome back, ma'am," said a servant whom Almeera trusted to guard her home.

The butler he stayed in was special to guard this house. The butler who was given the task to care for, clean and stay in this house to be safe and always clean.

"Thank you very much, Bi. Thank you for taking good care of this house," Almeera said sincerely as she let go of her embrace.

There was nothing surprising for an Almeera to hug a servant. Things that Almeera has always taught me long ago. Does not distinguish everyone. Between the servant and them, Almeera always taught that they were the same.

Social status does not distinguish them. Rich poor, pretty ugly, or whatever all in their eyes is the same.

"Non Aya," said Bibi with a pinch of Athaya's cheek that was so beautiful and sweet.

Aya kissed the back of the butler's hand which she still remembered very much. It used to be when they returned to Indonesia for only a few days. They would come to this house to just look at it and always meet it.

"Healthy aunt?"

"Thank God be healthy" said the butler kindly.

"Let's go in!" Take Abraham who finished lifting and taking out his suitcase with his father.

"Here I help, sister," said Bia by pulling a suitcase in her hand.

"Bi!"

"It's just a suitcase, brother. One also. It won't make me tired. Yea?"

"But you have to remember. Don't selfish. Think of him too!" Abraham said slowly as he said.

Let's nod. He slowly pulled the suitcase and started walking into his house.

As for Abraham, he immediately carried the backpack of one and two suitcases in his hand and followed his sister's footsteps. Without both of them knowing, without Abraham knowing, if there is a figure Bara who is still standing next to the car to take out a small bag that is in the middle bench.

The man slowly moved to the back of the car. Staring at the footsteps of his two daughters with eyes full of question marks.

"What do you mean, Abraham? What happened to my daughter?" Said Bara slowly and looked towards her two children who began to disappear behind the main door of her house.

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Finally after putting all the suitcases in the middle room. Let's walk towards her room. The room that used to be his childhood room. The room that used to be the place to cry with her brother.

He never lived here while he lived here. Bia has never lived in this house of memories during her education, school or work. He will stay in Abraham's house or his own because Bia promised to wait for his family to return to live here.

Plus this house is very far from where he works and makes him prefer to live in the nearest distance rather than having to go back and forth.

"Finally," Lirih Bia while opening her hijab and putting it on the sofa in her room.

Full of struggle, full of twists and turns and full of tears and real happiness.

Bia was about to walk towards his bed. Wanted to stretch his back for a moment. But somehow his stomach felt like it was going up. Nausea and vomiting he felt and made him turn towards the bathroom.

Uekkk.

And it's true. Bia took out all the food he ate. He really felt like he wanted to spit out all the contents in his stomach. Until finally, a gentle massage on the back of her head made Bia surprised and tense.

"Take it out, kid. Make your stomach relieved!" Said the voice of a man who was very Bia knew and Bia remembered.

The owner of the voice he loved more than his mother. A person closer to him. Maybe Bia was very close to her mother. However, his childhood was very attached to Bara. Makes them also more clingy than with Almeera.

"Have you?" Bara asked her daughter to walk to the sofa and get her a tissue.

Bia felt much more relieved. He received the tissue and rubbed his lips with vomit.

"Udah, Father," Bia answered by taking a heavier breath.

Bia speechless. He nodded trying to calm himself. Until finally an elusan on her cheek made Bia look up.

"Why, Dad?"

"You added a chubby, Bi. You're gaining weight?"

Bia's heart is melting. He gulped his saliva forcefully as he stared at his father's two eyeballs which somehow looked more curious than usual.

It was as if the two gazes were full of question marks and doubts.

"Emm that, Dad," said Bia trying to look normal. "Bia again gained weight because Bia's weight yesterday was too thin said a doctor friend, Bia. So Bia joined the weight gain program. Aap visible?"

Bia was really trying to stay calm. He even forced his smile and touched both of his cheeks with his finger.

"What is the success of the Bia program?" Bia asked and then looked at the long and large mirror near her closet

"Successfully. I think the last time we met. Your cheeks are not that big" said Bara with a calm expression.

"Ah so good dong well. If it's gini, Bia will defend the program, Bia. Bia hasn't weighed in yet either. Yesterday Bia weighed less than 5 kilos to match the standard of weight and height."

Bara nodded. She slowly rubbed her daughter's head affectionately and without a word which made Bia even more gulp her saliva forcibly as if she was hard to do another lie.

"Do whatever you want to do but remember! Don't hurt yourself, okay? I won't forgive anyone if anyone hurts Adek. Okay?"

Bia nodded. He tried to smile even though his heart was really pounding. He felt more afraid of those words but tried to keep looking calm.

"Yes, Dad."

"And tell Dad if you need anything. Don't hide anything, okay? I don't want you to do everything yourself. If you need Dad's help, I'll be here to help you."

~Connected

Who will know first who? hayoooo