THE HEIR'S BEDMATE
Chapters. 144. Spending Time Both.

The next day, Edward and Laura are preparing to check out the hotel. A five-star resort, located on the outskirts of Ubud.

“You like this place?” Edward hugged his wife's waist who was standing on the balcony of the room, seeing the beautiful view of the rice fields, and the forest that stretched on the west side of the hotel.

“I like. But, do not let papi buy shares in this place.” Laura resuscitated her back on the chest of the husband's field. It is not without reason that he talks like that, because the husband will buy whatever he likes.

Edward chuckles. He also rested his chin on the wife's shoulder.

“What if I buy shares here?”

“Mahal. Hotel rooms are expensive.”

Laura remembered the price of the room she occupied and this Edward reached double digits. It is worth one motor.

“There is a price, there is a quality, mami. See what you get for such a high price. You don't get it in the capital. This place is very suitable in use to calm down.”

“Ya, and only the moneyed people can afford to stay here.”

Edward chuckles. He kissed the wife's cheek.

“Come, Putu may already be in lobby.”

Edward took his wife out of the villa-shaped room. A hotel attendant was on standby at the door to escort them to the hotel lobby.

“Bli, we go to the art market huh. I want to buy souvenirs typical of Bali for workers at home. All I know, Ubud has an art market right?”

Now they are in the car, the time is still showing at 10 am. However, Edward decided to leave Ubud, they did take a flight at night, before that, he wanted to take the wife for a short walk.

“Ubud art market, is being repaired madam. If madam wants, we will visit Sukawati art market. Only 30 minutes from here.” The young man said from behind the wheel. Such is the life of a tourism worker in Bali, must know a lot about famous tourism places.

“Bby.” Laura nodded her head.

“Pi.” She turned to her husband beside her, the man was busy with his cell phone. And Laura understood, because the husband is not an unemployed man.

“Mertua, your brother-in-law and nephew are at your house, mi.” The man spoke with a gaze that did not move from the screen of his phone.

“Meanwhile, what?” Laura asked again, turning her head to face her husband.

Edward thrust out a cell phone containing surveillance video footage at their home. Makes Laura gape for a moment.

“Why doesn't anyone contact us, pi?” Ask me not to believe.

“Maybe they don't want to bother us” said Edward by pressing his shoulder.

“Look, they even invited Johan and Monica to dinner together.” Edward said showing their home's funeral last night.

The man then turned off the tape, then contacted the mother. Laura asks Edward to turn on the loudspeaker.

“What's satisfied ruffling my house, ma?” Edward said as his call was answered by his mother.

“Not yet. Stay longer, so we are satisfied to riot here.” Said Mrs Hugo from across the call.

“Ma, why not tell me it's coming? If you know you're coming home, we won't go.” Laura interrupted.

“We wanted to surprise you, but we were surprised.” Madame Hugo chuckled.

“Wait there, ma. We home—

“No, we're home tonight. Mom, if you want to go home, go home. Don't wait for us.” Edward interrupted. He did not want his wife to whine, asking to go home right now.

“But, pi?”

“It's okay, La. We went home after lunch. Enjoy your short time off.” Said Mrs Hugo who understood the direction of the debate of her son and daughter-in-law.

The call ended, causing Laura to turn her face away, staring out the window.

“Already, don't sulk. When else do you have time with your husband, other than in bed?” Edward whispered right in the wife's ear, making the young woman's cheeks red.

He also has no power to hold a smile.

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After a thirty-minute drive south of Ubud, Alphard's car, carrying Edward and Laura, arrives at a famous art market in Bali.

Laura's eyes sparkled, entering the three-story art market building, so many fabrics greeted her. Starting from clothes, beach pants, hats, beach sarongs.

His soul came out. He bought every fabric that he felt beautiful.

“Mistress, you can bid price.” Putu.

“Really?”

“No need to bid. Just pay the price according to the price.” Edward interrupted. He wanted to get out of that place quickly. This market is clean, and the building is also modern, but the number of traders who sell and are not separated makes Edward feel uncomfortable.

Satisfied shopping, Laura wants lunch with grilled fish menu. So, Putu brought the master to Serangan area, Bali.

In addition to Jimbaran, Serangan island is also famous for its seafood specialties. Like, fish, shrimp, shellfish and also seaweed.

The clock is at 3 pm Bali time. Edward took the flight at 7 p.m. There is still 4 hours left, while I Gusti Ngurah Rai airport is not far from where they have lunch, it only takes about 20 minutes.

“Where else are you, Mr and Madam?” Ask Putu who is having lunch together. Actually he feels sad. After all, Edward was his big boss. However, Laura insisted, she could only resign.

“You just wait in the car. I want to spend time with my wife here.” Edward gave the order. The young man also resigned.

Sitting alone in a gazebo, while staring at the ripples of sea water that are not too bumpy, Edward leaned his wife's head on his shoulder.

The man's left hand, wrapped around his wife's waist, began to widen due to her pregnancy.

“Is mommy satisfied?” Ask while gently rubbing the wife's stomach.

“Hmm.. Thank you, for following my silly wishes.”

“Whatever to you, the origin still makes sense. Otherwise, even if you cry blood, I will not obey him.”

Laura threes. Although carrying the baby, he will not get what he wants, after hearing the husband's statement.

“Do not carry around my son, he is not even shaped.” Edward said again, as if knowing the mind of the wife.

“Iya, papi. It won't be anymore. But if it's really your son who wants it, what can I do? Besides asking and whining to his father.” The woman took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

“Remember, you impregnated me. So you must be ready, fulfill the desire result of your actions.”

“Of course. When did I not fulfill your wish? Hmm.”

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T. B. C