[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Responsibility of Lover

A sexy woman in a beautiful dress steps definitely in a hospital corridor. Some people who pass by, or just looking for fresh air set their eyes on the woman who did look striking. However, the expression of the person they were looking at remained flat.

The woman just walked into the room of the Deputy Director of Medical Services. Of course no one dared to stop Bella from doing so, the hospital attendant could only look at her questioningly. She is the daughter of one of the main investors and also a partner of the venue.

The man who was busy flipping through his file was shocked when the white door in front of him suddenly opened. His eyes were covered in round white glasses that stared probing at the woman who was walking towards him.

"What's up, Baby?"

"Are you so busy you don't have time to see me?"

Bimo raised both eyebrows when he heard Bella's slightly raised voice. He got up, left the white paper, and approached his lover, who was standing with his hands in front of his desk. Regret emanated clearly from Bella's face.

"Bebi .. You see for yourself my work is so piled up. Didn't you also say that the old woman was spying on us?" bimo said while pulling Bella's waist against her body.

Bella blushed as the man began to gently tuck her neck. He closed his eyes as that tickling but pleasant tingling sensation crept through. Forgetting the anger he was trying to convey.

"Say what's up? Do you miss me so much?" bimo asked softly right next to his ear.

The man's masculine scent awakened the sleeping cells. Bimo's gust of breath that slowly swept through one of the sensitive areas of her body part, made Bella want more of it. Just a few minutes of meeting and a few touches. They're longing. Interlock one and the other. However, Bella suddenly looks away as Bimo deepens her kiss.

"What's up, Baby?" bimo asked with eyes filled with desire.

"There's something important I have to say."

Bimo knitted his eyebrows together as Bella's facial water revealed seriousness. Will he demand to be married again, thought Bimo. He could not let a carefully crafted plan fail just like that. For now Bella is the only person who can help her avenge the Mahardika family's cruelty to her parents.

"What's up, Baby .... What makes you look so depressed" asked Bimo as he stroked Bella's cheek.

Bella directs a sharp and firm look at her lover. "I'm pregnant."

The deg!

Bimo gasps. His hands were frozen in the air. The perfectly rounded eyes were trembling and staring at Bella. The lips that had been drawn to the side slowly began to shrivel. Her sweet smile slowly faded away.

Bimo clenched his hand and dropped it. "How long?"

"Nine weeks. I had a messy period, so I realized it after two months. So I don't want to delay lag–"

"Can't!" bimo cut Bella's words.

"What do you mean?" Bella stared fiercely at Bimo who now looked nervous.

"You want to play me? Did you forget who you were here for? Did you forget who you got this job because of who?"

"Bu–not so, Baby. Listen to my explanation first. We haven't been together seven years. Have I ever abandoned you or turned away from you?" said Bimo pulled Bella in his arms. Bella shook her head with the end of her already watery eyes.

Bimo grabs Bella's cheek with both hands. Their eyes meet each other. "You know my dad likes you a lot too. My mother even thinks of you as her own daughter. I might disappoint them. But I must avenge their deaths. I don't want the family to live quietly. Can you help me a little more?"

Bella was silent for a moment staring at her lover. His lips were shaking as if he was about to speak but heavy. In the end he just nodded slowly with resignation.

"I love you. We'll take care of and raise our children later, after all our plans are done." A gentle kiss landed on Bella's forehead.

The woman with her eyes walked straight to her car. His heart is throbbing pain. Sadness, disappointment, fear, all mixed with tears that were bursting unstoppable. His cry broke out along with the roar of a car engine speeding down the city streets.

I already consider the Bimo family like my own family. I feel the warmth and affection of their parents, and .. I don't want them to go this way either, but .... What about my son?

The night is getting cold. Tamaram lights, the sky covered with cloudy, and the gurgling of the sky water accompanied Bella's destruction. The woman stopped her car in a corner of the park. Take out a flat object from her bag and press the green button on the bottom.

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Today's throne looks busy circling his wife who is preparing dinner as usual. But this time something was different. He had a flat expression. There has not been a smile since her husband set foot in the house.

Love is still a thousand languages silent, reluctant to open its mouth in the slightest. Even it feels very eager for him to punch and water the person next to him with vegetable sauce.

Amidst the young couple's confusion and silence, the sound of a cell phone lying on the dining table caught the attention of the two. The throne immediately approached the black flat object. A call came in and made him glance doubtfully at the cynical Love.

"I'll pick up the phone for a bit" she said, smiling in a knot and waltzing away.

"Hello," said the Throne and suddenly knit his eyebrows together when he heard the sound of sobbing from across the phone.

"Bella's? What's going on?"

"I ... I ...." Bella continued to sob and hang up her sentence.

"Where are you now? I'm going over there. Wait for me." The throne hung up his phone

"Love, I have a little business. I will return as soon as I can," said the Throne and hurried away leaving Love still busy with her dishes.

The throne propelled the black upper-class sedan at high speed. Down the city streets are a little slippery because of the rain that just stopped. His mind wandered when he remembered the sobbing of the woman who until now was still his status as his lover. He wants to get to the location Bella sent him.

Tok–tok–tok!

Bella turned her head when she heard a knock on the windshield. The woman unlocked and sprinkled into the arms of the Throne when the man had just opened the door. He sobbed in the arms of his second lover.

"What's going on?" ask the Throne while gently stroking Bella's hair.

"I'm .. I'm pregnant." Bella held out a long flat object with two red lines that had been in her grasp.

The jedar!

It felt like lightning was blaring nearby. Strayed see. He distanced Bella's body with both hands and stared intensely. His eye bead highlighted the pair of very damp netra.

"Pregnant?" The throne repeated Bella's words as if she had not believed it.

"My boy?"

Love quickly raised her face and rounded her eyes towards the Throne upon hearing the question. He seemed surprised.

"of course. Who was my boyfriend all this time? Do you want to just forget that night?"

"****!" as the Throne pointed its fists at the seat-back.

"Whatchu mean? Do you not like the presence of our children? Are you gonna kill him?"

"Bu–it's not like that, Bella. You know for yourself my status is now married."

"Didn't you promise me you'd tell that woman? Are you going to betray me now? I hate you Throne, I hate it, hate it!" pekik Bella while punching the chest of the Throne field with all her might as if she was shedding her disappointment.

"It's not so, Bella. Stop it, don't be like this. You're pregnant." The throne catches Bella's two hands and pulls her into an embrace.

"I will find a way out, I promise," said the man trying to calm his lover who, without him knowing, had fallen into the trap of the woman's game.

It seems like my father and mother's acting talent is declining on me. I didn't expect to get this golden opportunity. I'll have a chance to get closer to her and take those data, and if I don't get Bimo, at least there's a Throne by my side, Bella's inner being with her sly smile heard the Throne's answer. He tightened his embrace with crocodile tears still flowing.

At first, the woman did not intend to make the Throne as a scapegoat for her pregnancy. He was just in a state of turmoil and needed a friend, but it seemed like good fortune was on his side. Without a plan the road was already open before him.

...Connect .......

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