Consorts of the Heart Mr. Billionaires

Chapter.90 (Don't want to bring it up again)

Sunday morning at the Wilson family home. Almira exited the main door, wearing a black t-shirt, shorts, sneakers and also a small towel coiled around the back of the neck, ready for a morning run, enjoy the bright morning atmosphere.

The sunlight is still blocked by morning dew. Making the air so fresh, Almira ran small, out from behind a tall fence that covered the entire Mansion. His steps suddenly stopped when not far from the fence was Bima who was wearing a black jacket was warming up. Looks like Bima will also be exercising in the morning. Almira just memorized Bima.

"Mom, do you want to run in the morning too?" almira asked when she was in front of Bima.

Bima, who was initially bending her body, now began to straighten her head while looking at the woman in front of her from the tip of the foot to the tip of the coconut. He did not blink, why can in the morning and maybe not shower, Almira still looks beautiful. Especially with tight clothes that make the curves of his body more clearly visible.

"Oh yes so .. you too," Bima said as she scratched her non-itchy head.

"Yes, what a coincidence," said Almira then paused, for some reason lately he was always nervous when faced with the man in front of him now, "If so, let's run."

Almira stepped before Bima. Seeing Almira who had stepped before him, Bima also immediately followed quickly, so that in a short time could align steps with Almira.

"You used to run this morning?" ask Bima.

"Not really .. I can only exercise once a week" replied Almira.

"Do you want us to race?" ask Bima.

"Raombs ... what race?"

Bima held Dinda's hand to stop her steps. Before answering Almira's question, Bima tried to regulate her breathing which began to sting.

"You see the park that is ahead there" said Bima, pointing straight ahead of the street of the elite housing complex.

"Continue, why?" tanya Almira was confused.

"Who can run the fastest and get there first is the winner" said Bima.

"OK, who is afraid" said Almira, nodding slowly.

Almira and Bima began to take a swing. In a matter of one to three, they started running as fast as possible. Initially Almira was superior, but Bima quickly followed and preceded him. Not to lose quickly Almira tried to speed up his pace more but what happened instead-

"Aakkk," complained Almira when he fell on the asphalt to make his left knee bruised and slightly bleeding.

"You are injured" said Bima with a face that looks very worried when he saw a wound on the knee Almira which is actually only a small wound.

"Oh this is okay, just a small wound." Almira tried to rise from his position with the help of Bima.

When Alma was standing. Bima even bent his body in a position behind him. Almira understood the meaning of Bima who wanted to carry him but of course he could not easily accept the offer of a man who some days is disturbing the niche of the heart so that he could not harm himself.

"No need, I really can walk alone" Almira refused.

"Come on up, I'm aching if it continues like this."

"Alright I ride yes, do not regret I'm quite heavy loh," said Almira then with a matter of seconds he jumped on the back of Bima.

"Well, what weight? You are just as light as cotton," said Bima as she glanced at the face of Almira who is now resting on his shoulders. The typical fragrance of Almira is so felt that Bima tries to reset the breath that starts to irregular because of nervousness.

"Why silence, let's walk he said not heavy," said Almira.

"OK on ready." In the count of three, Bima ran while pounding Almira.

Almira laughed happily along the foot of Bima who continued to step towards the park which now lives twenty meters away from them. Hearing Almira's laughter, making Bima's heart feel a different sensation. Because only this time he could get this close to a woman.

In the past, he could only comfort Arumi without being able to touch her even the tip of her hair. At that time he tried to enter, trying to replace Alfaro, but no matter how hard he tried Arumi did not turn away.

Now on the side of Almira. His soul is more detached, his heart is wide open to welcome the happiness he wants to knit with someone, still with the same taste but with a different person.

Perhaps at this time, Bima is in the process of deepening her feelings for Almira. No need to rush, because no matter how far you try to run, if he is the one who is destined for you, then you will return to that point again.

...***...

Since nightfall, having decided on their honeymoon trip they will go to London England. This morning Arumi was busy playing his phone, looking for some necessities in the online media for a trip that will arrive soon. Alfaro, who is currently playing with Vino and Viona on his bedroom sofa, only smiles when he sees Arumi who is so enthusiastic.

"Mas, what's the weather in London now?" asked Arumi as she stepped forward to approach her son and husband.

"There is winter, winter lasts for four months, from November sixteen to March eighteen, with average daily highs below eleven degrees centigrade. The coldest month of the year in the City of London is February, with an average of four degrees low and a high of nine degrees Celsius" Alfaro explained, as he assembled Vino's robotic toy.

Heard the husband's explanation. Arumi did not expect her husband to know much about London. Arumi, who was still standing, slowly sank to sit beside Alfaro, stroking the head of Viona who looked very serious with her new stuffed toy.

"Mas knows a lot about London yes," said Arumi who managed to make Alfaro stop his activities and look sideways, where Arumi was sitting.

"Oh that .. Of course, I often do business trips there," explained Alfaro lying. He was stunned for a moment, facing the cheerful face of his wife and children, it felt so insignificant to bring up the past in the midst of the happiness of his small family.

There was no point in explaining what had passed. He and his ex-wife are just a story that has been finished prematurely, hanging with no end to go back to. Arumi is everything to Alfaro, re-emerging the story that has gone before will only make meaningless scribbles on the story that is written beautifully.

"Daddy! kok toys are not finished yet cihh," said Vino when he saw his Daddy daydreaming.

"Oh yeah, forgive Daddy, now Daddy go on again."