Your betrayal Happiness to Me
Seasons 2.33 Feeling Worry
This morning Bimo was holding Bianca while singing ria while Qiran was bathing in it.
" Daughter Papa dear, big fast yes so that Papa can take you on the road. Papa's old baby, Papa's afraid he won't be able to see you when you grow up." Bimo shed tears imagining it all happening to him.
" What the hell is that talking! It's not good to talk like that, it's the same as praying. Don't you want to see Bian grow up until he grows up? Don't you want to be her marriage guardian?" Qiran approached Bimo.
" Dear dear, forgive me for speaking badly." Bimo.
" I'm sorry but next time never talk like that again! I don't like it. Don't you want to have many children? So keep the spirit and always pray that Mas long and healthy life always." Qiran looked at Bimo.
Cup...
Bimo kissed Qiran's lips.
" Thank you dear." Bimo.
Qiran replied with a smile.
" Here is it! Bian let's drink first." Qiran.
Qiran suckled Bian while menoel her cheeks. Bimo sat beside Qiran staring at his little princess.
" She's so pretty, baby, she looks just like you." Bimo.
" Well, if I wasn't pretty, you wouldn't like me." Sahut Qiran rolled her eyes.
" Say who? I don't look physical. The proof was that you were very small when you liked it." Bimo.
" Yeah Mas Bimo is the best anyway, the proof can make me fall into your charm." Qiran.
" After the big Bian we just print a little brother for Bian, let's complete we have a boy and a girl." Bimo said meaningfully.
" What the hell is it! Gedein Bian used to think of giving her a sister." Qiran.
" Okay, what's important is that I'm healthy and strong." Bimo chuckled.
" Must donk!" Sahut Qiran's.
After Bian went back to sleep, the two went downstairs for breakfast. Qiran brought food for Bimo.
" You have to eat a lot, baby, so you have to eat a lot." Bimo offered a spoonful of food to Qiran.
" I'm a big man, I've been a mother also time' is still in the bribe." Qiran.
" Don't pa pa pa darling let it look romantic." Bimo Sahut.
Qiran accepted Bimo's bribe. She chewed her food slowly. The two ate solemnly after they finished returning to his room.
" Aren't you going to work?" Ask Qiran.
" Make a month's leave of absence, let your father do all his work. Mas want to accompany you for this whole month, Mas does not want to miss accompanying the development of Bian." Bimo lay on his side staring at Bian.
" It's up to you, Mas." Sahut Qiran.
Both of them lay on the bed leaning on the headboard with Bian in the middle of them. Qiran played her phone.
Sometimes they steal each other's eyes. Qiran smilingly looked at Bimo and vice versa.
" What a smile is that smile." Qiran chuckled.
" Getting you dear." Sahut Bimo tease.
" All right, look at me, let you be satisfied, ma'am." Qiran.
" Not only do I want to look, but I want to touch you!" Bimo blinked his eyes.
" False." Qiran Cibir.
" Not with your own wife." Bimo Sahut.
" Hm." Qiran Mumbled.
Drt... Drt...
Cell phone's ringing. Video call from Abrisam.
" So." Sapa Qiran looked at the face of Abrisam who was fixed on the screen of his phone.
" Ho Qi, how are you?" Ask Sam.
" Okay, how are you?" Ask Qiran.
" Thank God be kind, by the way want to see my nephew donk Qi." Said Sam.
Qiran pointed her phone camera at Bian who was fast asleep.
" Beautiful nephew Om, what's his name Qi?" Ask Sam.
" Good name, if it's big tomorrow it can't make me Qi." Said Sam.
" For you? Make what?" Ask Qiran.
" Make me my wife, like you and Bimo." Sam's speech made Bimo pout.
" No, it can't be! I won't let my son marry an old man like you." Qiran.
" Who knows if he's just like his mama, he's the same old one." Syndicate Sam.
Qiran glanced towards Bimo. His face had turned grim.
" She.... You deliberately provoke people's emotions. Don't joke around." Qiran.
The two chatted and threw jokes at each other, not forgetting Sam greeted Bimo as well.
After Qiran had finished, she turned off her phone. Qiran looked at Bimo who was bending his face.
" Why Mas? How'd his face buckle up?" Ask Qiran.
" You guys chatted it while insinuating Mas, use no words said the old man of all. Old gini you like, right?" Bimo looked at Qiran.
" Well, what?" Qiran asked back.
" If not, then." Bimo was upset.
" Our ten my husband nagged nih ye." Temptation Qiran.
" You are seduced?" Bimo pulled slowly on Qiran's head and then kissed Qiran's forehead long ago.
Tok..
" Login!!" Shouted Bimo.
The door opens showing Dera there.
" Mama." Qiran.
Deta smiled at them.
" Did Mama bother you?" Ask Dera.
" No, we're relaxed anymore." Sahut Qiran's.
" Yes you're bothering Ra." Bimo Sahut.
" I miss my grandson Bang." Dera.
" It seems Oma's granddaughter is sleeping to." Dera approached Bian on the bed.
" Oh, baby, go to work first! There's your mama who's gonna get you." Bimo kissed Qiran's forehead shamelessly in front of her mother-in-law.
Bimo exited the room to the study.
" Where is my dear mother's granddaughter? Is he not fussy?" Ask Dera.
" No Ma, he's sleeping on." Sahut Qiran's.
" Thankfully... Sorry Mama can't help you with Bian. At the end of this, your father's health is often disrupted. Sometimes you think your dad is like this because of the effects of drinks and cigarettes when he was young, especially when he was a gangster." Said Dera feeling sad.
" Don't think too much about Ma! There will be a sick mother. If Mama's sick who's gonna take care of papa later." Qiran.
" Well, thank you for making Mama calm. You won't think of anything that stresses you, you'll focus on your dad." Dera.
" Yes Ma, it should be." Qiran.
Babby Bian opened her eyes while writhing.
" Oma's granddaughter is disturbed by her sleep, sorry dear." Said Dera kissing Bian's cheek.
" Yes Oma, I'm thirsty Oma so wake up." Sahut Qiran mimicked the voice of a child.
" Mommy so remember when you were a baby once darling, beautiful and cute like Bian. Hopefully later Bian will be a righteous and devoted child to parents." Dera
" Amin." Sahut Qiran's.
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