BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

98. The Man Who Died Him

Nadia's eyes widened to see the photo on the Bimasena mobile phone screen.

A photo of Bimasena with a baby lying face down on the man's chest.

How did he not know the baby? When she breastfeeds these little creatures day and night.

Still not believing the photo he saw, he shifted the phone screen to the left.

Time and time again.

Once again showing pictures of Bimasena with a baby. The same baby.

From the time the baby is one, two, three, four and five months old. With various poses in various places.

How can baby Glor be with his father .. uh not ... with Bimasena, without his knowledge?

His mouth rounded with eyes asking Bimasena for an explanation of what he saw on the man's mobile phone.

"You and Glor are my reason for returning to Indonesia" the man explained.

Is it wrong to feel like a precious woman? Or is what he hears only persuasion?

But that's not the answer he wanted.

"How can you be with my son without my knowledge?" His eyes probed Bimasena's face.

"Anything will be done by a father to meet his baby," said the man.

Now his brain thought hard guessing. How did Glor and Bimasena meet.

"Titiana's mother?" Eventually he associates Titiana's mother with the man in front of her.

"It doesn't matter how, you know, I never ignore baby Glor."

He again shifted the screen of Bimasena mobile phone to the left to see photos of baby Glor with the man in front of him.

And what made him gasp was .. because he found a photo of baby Glor with Mother Imelda, also a woman and a bule man. She was the sister and stepfather of Bimasena.

"Your mother knows about Glor?"

"Yes know," agile Bimasena.

"What did he say?" it is because the heart is filled with curiosity.

"Obviously I'm happy to have baby Glor's granddaughter."

Bimasena then explained to him,

"Nadia, my mom doesn't like you. But I disagree with the path we take. That's why I want to fix all the mistakes we've made. Pursue a path that does not deviate as before."

Does that mean Imelda's mother won't mind if she comes back with Bimasena? Maybe he believes himself too much. It cannot hope anymore if it does not want to end in disappointment like before.

Suddenly he remembered a woman he had seen on social media with Bimasena.

Immediately his hands worked opening the man's photo gallery. His hand shook because he acted without asking the permission of the owner of the phone.

Bimasena did not know if he had left the photo folder called My Baby. Once in a while his eyes glanced at the man who was still patiently standing in front of him. Actions that are not like a thief during the day.

But the man made her flinch, "What are you looking for?" scold the man at him while smiling with eyes full of accusation. He was like a thief caught red-handed.

Apparently Bimasena was suspicious when he was looking for other information. Fortunately Bimasena just laughed a little and said, "Nothing, just go on.

The man then sat down on the sofa. Sit across your legs very elegantly.

But the man's words were not elegant at all. It caused embarrassment and made him even more upset with the man.

"You know, looking at a phone file without the owner's knowledge violates privacy rights ? Accessing another person's electronic system intentionally and without right is unlawful. Also breaking the norm of decency."

He immediately approached the man and handed the phone back with a heated face.

When his brain thought Bimasena was about to receive a cell phone from his hand, he was completely wrong. Instead, he was aghast because he did not suspect that the man was holding and then pulled his hand gently.

Like getting an electric shock from the guy's hand. Does not cause burns, but interferes with the performance of the heart and brain nerve cells.

Luckily, his reflexes are still working. He jerked his hand until it slipped from the man's grasp. He caused the phone he was holding to fall to the floor in shock.

Then he took a few steps back to regulate his breathing rhythm which became chaotic just because of the touch of the man's hand. No matter the phone that falls on the floor.

The phone was picked up from the floor by the owner himself without standing from the chair. Then say to him,

"Do you see the contents?" bimasena asked him, "Sit here, we'll see together." Bimasena patted his own thigh, then continued saying, "Ask whatever makes you curious."

Whahuh? Bimasena asked him to sit on the man's thigh?

Not just sitting down the function of his body work is already chaotic.

When he sat on the man's lap, he was sure his nervous system would weaken, leading him to fall unconscious.

"I don't want to see anything" he said above pride. Also to mask the overwhelming sense of nervousness.

Not just lying to Bimasena. Also lying to yourself who is very curious about the contents of the man's phone.

Which woman does not want to sit on the lap of Bimasena? He will not forget the sensations that are so intoxicating when skin contact with the man.

"What time?" The man's eyes narrowed. Bimasena was good at fishing. Very sneaky.

"Now, just look at the contents. But let me see baby Glor in the room, okay?" he offered the man a handphone to him.

But there should be no bargaining for the man sitting on the sofa.

"You can only set foot in the living room. Through it violates the norm of decency."

He felt relieved to be able to reply to Bimasena. Which has embarrassed him earlier by considering it violates the norm of politeness because it peeks at the contents of the phone without permission.

But the man laughed.

The base has no shame.

"Seriously don't want to see the contents?"

He did not want to fall into the trap of the charming cunning man so he refused by putting on a hostile face.

"No. Why do I go into people's business" he said. "I was just wondering if you'd ever take that Miss Venezuela to see my son."

He only realized his insolence because after saying that sentence Bimasena even laughed at him. He did not know, to be upset with himself or the man.

Without stopping the laughter Bimasena stood up to him again. But he retreated until he was restrained by the wall to keep his distance from the man.

"So you're jealous of Daniela?" ask the man.

A hot hue spread on his face.

Look at the man in front of him, judging himself so confidently.

"Who is jealous? I'm just not happy you met my son without my permission let alone invite others," he sprayed on the man who repeatedly embarrassed him.

"My son" he argued. He must not fall back on the charm of the man who has the perfect body.

But then he was afraid of the man. Because the man leaned towards him with one hand resting on the wall, locking him up, causing his distance with the man to get closer.

"Our son" whispered Bimasena repeating, full of intervention. The man lowered his face so that it drew closer to his face.

Makes his breath stop. But still ventured to look up, challenging those brown eyes. While instructing his brain not to fantasize with the man in front of him.

The brown eyes that looked at him deeply became quite a powerful pacemaker on his heart. It caused his heart to beat faster and his knees to shake. Errata, not trembling, but trembling.

His palm that had been sweating coldly could only grip the edge of his negligee.

"Yes our son" he murmured with great distress, almost without a sound. "But please don't be like this Bim."

Yes he relented because he felt very depressed with the distance of his body with the body of Bimasena lived a few centimeters. And both their faces.

How could a man who was so handsome but turned out to be more ruthless than the Dutch invaders. Because he really enjoys being oppressed like this. Not touching it, but curbing its movements.

The smell of the man's classy body fragrance makes it even more uncomfortable. Because compared to his body that smells of stale milk.

The tension he felt made his body give a fight-or-flight response. Increase the production of urine in his kidneys, and urge to get out immediately.

"Bim, I want to pee," he whined with a face looking up and groaning.

Perhaps history records Genghis Khan and Adolf Hitler as the cruelest men in history. But for him Bimasena was more cruel than the two men, for heeding his whimper. Keep terrorizing him with a deadly look.

His back was attached like a lizard to the wall to keep its distance from Bimasena.

Now he is critical under the intimidation of the man.

Why didn't the man kiss or hug her all to give her comfort instead of tormenting her like this?

But he was grateful, still had a little angel, as his helper and protector.

The sound of an oek-oek, the cry of her baby from inside the room omens hunger, stopping the man's terror.

As Bimasena turned his gaze towards the room, he immediately darted leaving the man towards the room.

Once inside the room, she lay down next to baby Glor, sleeping sideways for her baby.

Now he could breathe a sigh of relief, having been nearly killed by the ruthless man outside the room.

While me nyu sui her baby, she tried to ease the tension that ambushed her. She repeatedly kissed her baby's forehead which had saved her from the handsome colonizer's mentality.

But his relief was only temporary, for he committed an omission. Not closing and locking the door. He only realized when he heard the footsteps of shoes moving closer.

When he realized the owner of the shoe was standing behind him, he could only breathe out violently. His heart was pumping blood uncontrollably.

His reflexes are always reliable when pinched. Her hands reflexively pulled the baby blanket to cover her dannya, which resulted in baby Glor also being covered in blankets.

"Nadia, Glor will suffocate" protested the man standing behind her.

Where could he possibly show da danya to the man.

"If you don't want Glor asphyxiate, you come out of this room dong," he threatened, finding a powerful weapon to drive the man out of the room.

The weapon is not at all powerful.

The man had already lost the norm of decency. Even revealing the blanket he used to cover his dance under the pretext of Glor would be short of breath.

He was defeated by that man. Even he felt an incredible sense of shame. Because the man can see what is not worth showing and has tried to cover up.

Does that person not know if he also experienced shortness of breath because it became a spectacle when me nyu sui baby?

"Not to be ashamed, am I not before Glor?" The man chuckled, laughing at himself.

Look how annoying that guy is. But why is he craving like someone who is addicted to drugs?

The key to shame works optimally. The shame that made his blood pressure go up and his heart rate go up.

Moreover, now the man was already sitting behind him.

"How's Daddy doing?" greet Bimasena to baby Glor from behind, without feeling sinful.

Daddy ? So that's what Glor calls Bimasena later?

Why does the man's voice sound so sensual? It made her breath snag and all the hairs on the surface of her skin stood up.

Baby Glor who realized there was someone else, stopped me nyu su. Responding to the greeting of the man behind him with a babble ba bi bu accompanied by an adorable smile.

The baby who had helped him to escape from the man, was actually busy joking with the man who was now sitting behind him.

The torture he felt was perfect as he felt the man's thighs taped to his back. Then the man's hand began to cross his body to wipe the baby Glor's head.

"Call Daddy" Bimasena told baby Glor.

"Bibbi," baby Glor spoke in response to Bimasena.

Baby Glor never even stopped smiling and laughing every time Bimasena spoke to him.

"Tomorrow Glor with Daddy and Mami playing out huh?"

Either Bimasena addressed it to Glor or to him.

"Wawwa," baby Glor replies to Bimasena.

Now he became a wooden statue between a large man and a small man who interacted with each other.

It turns out that baby Glor and the man behind it are not like copy paste. Not only are their eyes and faces similar.

The father and son, uh ralat .. The big man and the little man also have the same nature. It was good to have fun on top of her suffering.

So many thoughts swirling around in his head.

And his suffering was more perfect when the man had dared to park his hands on his waist. Treading the waves that tore him apart.

Yeah, he's dying.

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My dear hi readers, my,

Sorry for waiting so long for this novel. The author is writing several novels that are on the go.

I hope there is value to be learned from this novel. It can provide entertainment for readers.

Thank you for all the support.

Greetings from

Author Ina AS

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