BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

89. I don’t know why I miss you so well

The rain in the early morning made him reflect. It is not easy to maintain a home. Although Nadia had tried to do her duty as a wife with the best of her post-war, it was not enough for her husband.

Tristan accused him of still harboring feelings and expecting Bimasena. Indeed he admitted, the sense he had of the man was not dead. But he tried to bury his feelings for Bimasena.

But it is not true that he still expects Bimasena. Was it not he who left Bimasena?

Although he did not return to Tristan at the time, he would not have expected Bimasena. Because he knows himself very well, if he is very inappropriate with the man.

Moreover, at this time, it was impossible for him to return to Bimasena, because he had agreed with Tristan to reorganize the household. Then why does Tristan still not believe him?

Is one of them because he still takes care of the baby breath flower?

It's been days since Alfredo's wedding, Tristan back cold to him. It shows no sign of when the ice is melting. He never planned to meet Bimasena in front of the toilet.

How do you convince Tristan that he doesn't expect Bimasena anymore?

Does he have to throw away the baby breath?

Well, if that makes Tristan trust him.

He also stepped into the front room. Baby breath flowers placed by the window. But the flower brought her reverie back to the man.

Give me one word that I can hold, that I may go forward against all obstacles, the man said to him on Mithalia's birthday.

The Woman of My Dreams, as Bimasena called it. Make it soar to the highest place, until it forgets where it came from.

But suddenly his face met with red, so remembering the man's words as they both stood behind the apartment window,

You have to feel what it feels like to make love standing position, watched by the whole world.

No, he can't keep remembering that guy. He had to cast away all shadows and memories of him.

He immediately grabbed a baby breath flower. With a hasty step out of the room, then out of the house, towards the trash can in the yard of the house. Then he threw the baby breath into the trash, and looked at the scattered flowers for a moment.

I'm sorry Bim.

Yeah, everything about him has to end. In order to improve her domestic relations with Tristan.

Then he went back into the house. But just two steps into the door of the house, he stopped his steps. Suddenly, guilt and loss.

Immediately he turned around, half running towards the trash. Take back the baby breath flowers that were thrown away. Replenish the pot with soil. Then bring her into the house. Put it by the window in the front room. Spraying water on flowers and their soil surface.

With teary eyes he looked at the flower

Bim .. I miss.

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Santiago de Leon de Caracas, full name Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, where Bimasena is currently domiciled.

A city with a high crime rate. Gunshots are not uncommon in his ears.

As of that afternoon, in Avenida Casanova, the road to her hotel was closed by security forces. Because there was a shooting between security forces and one of the capital gangs known to residents by the name of The King.

He had just returned home from a crude oil processing plant in western Caracas, to ensure supplies of naphta shipped from Peru had arrived at the plant and could already be used to dissolve crude oil.

Security forces asked him to get off the vehicle and seek shelter with his driver. For the sake of safety, there was no other choice but to follow the officers instructions.

Just a few moments he took shelter behind the building CVI Mission Nevado El Rosal with his driver and some riders so as not to be hit by stray bullets, he was bored. So he asked his driver to stay in the place waiting for a safe situation. He then drove his car home to the JW Marriott Caracas Hotel, where he lived in Venezuela.

Meanwhile he chose to take a detour through Avenida Guaicaipuro while running the afternoon. Luckily, he was wearing sports shoes and casual clothes. Despite wearing jeans he still ran down the road Avenida Guaicaipuro.

Count, go home to the hotel while exercising. Although all the way home he did not stop grumbling. The government has lost control of parts of Venezuela due to a deep economic crisis and the breakdown of rule of law. Causing local gangs to control territory and establish their own laws.

Moreover, he managed to run the mine and the petroleum industry in the midst of a situation that was not conducive. Makes it get a thumbs up from the FreddCo Energy Center.

Since living in Caracas, everywhere he bagged a Desert Eagle handgun. The semi-automatic pistol was the result of smuggling from Poland.

His martial skills are meaningless in Caracas, as gang members are armed with firearms. Therefore, he had to have a more advanced weapon to protect himself.

He had never been afraid of death.

But I don't know why now he is so concerned about his safety. Not for fear of death.

But if he dies at this time, what is the fate ... of the baby who will be born later ?

Now he feels a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, because of the baby to be born.

Damnit.

Why is he thinking too far? Not necessarily also the mother of the baby was willing to admit if he was the father of the child conceived.

The baby's mother?

How is he doing?

That baby, was the reason that he could meet the baby's mother again.

Oh no Bimasena, stop.

He tried to get rid of the shadow of the woman who again disturbed him.

Almost thirty minutes he ran, arriving at the intersection of Avenida Jose Marti Street. While running down Avenida Jose Marti street, he began to feel thirsty.

So that once he saw the cafe in the row of Avenida Venezuela roadside shops, he immediately stopped and entered the cafe to rest. The cafe is one block from the hotel.

At the cafe he ordered parchita juice, a typical Venezuelan drink made with tropical fruits. Fresh and healthy drink to replace his calories burned after he ran for almost an hour.

He enjoyed the drink while observing the development of world petroleum prices through his mobile phone. The increase in world oil prices certainly has a positive impact on his company. Make him eager to increase oil production amid the economic crisis of Venezuela.

He only realized if there was something strange in the cafe, as soon as he put the phone on the table.

Of the many visitors to the cafe, only himself is the male gender. It means he is in the middle of a woman.

But what was strange to him was .. why all the women in the cafe were such big bellies.

Has his brain been in error because he thinks too often about a pregnant woman in Indonesia, so now he sees all the women around him in a state of pregnancy?

How many times he shook his head, yet what he saw remained unchanged, all the women inside the cafe were big-bellied. His head was suddenly dizzy.

Maybe his brain error is getting worse, because the faces of all the women in the cafe, turned into the faces of the women he stopped in front of the toilet.

Has he gone mad?

He stood up, hurriedly paid for his drink at the cashier and walked out of the cafe. To make sure that his brain is not disturbed because he constantly thinks of a pregnant woman, the wife of the person.

Once outside the cafe, he just found out if beside the cafe is a prenatal yoga class. So it is natural that the cafe is visited by many pregnant women.

Finally, he was relieved, because he was not really crazy.

But how are beautiful women who are pregnant in Indonesia?

Nadja ... I don’t know why I miss you so well (I don't know why I miss you so much).