Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 271 (In A Dream)

“Mas!” Beeve hugged Andri's body tightly.

“Mas! Why do you rarely see me? I-I miss, hiks..” Beeve hugged Andri's body tighter, as if he did not want to escape

“Bee.. hey dear... don't cry anymore.” Andri rubbed his wife's beautiful hair.

“Huahh... You don't know what it's like to live with the people we love, want to meet but can't, want to hold you, not until hands, I miss everything we've ever done, I miss everything we've done, take me mas, honestly I can't stand walking alone without you.” turns out Beeve has no spirit of life since the departure of Andri.

“Istighfar dear, God does not like people who are not good at gratitude, remember, there are four lives that need you, toughen yourself, if you really love me, live rightly, live rightly, take care of our children, teach religion, they should be better than we were in the past, and.”.

“And what mas?” said Beeve, who was still crying in her husband's arms.

“You must find a new heart, however, your future is still long my wife.” Andri took off his arms and pinched Beeve's nose alive.

“Don't force me to mas, because I won't remarry,” Beeve refused the advice of her husband.

“Yes, you can't get married, if the person isn't clear, but... someone will come to propose to you, who is ready to love you and our children as sincerely as he or she is, don't refuse if the person asks you, remember my wife, all I need now is a do'a from you and my children, she said, while you are a companion who is ready to help you to guide our children,” explained Andri.

“Sorry, I can't, my heart has been locked, since your departure,” said Beeve.

Then Andri smiled and kissed his wife's cheek, “Thank you for loving me, I'm proud to have been a part of your life, but if that person comes, don't refuse, because you must be happy with him.” after saying that, slowly Andri's body began to fade.

“Mas! Don't go, let me be with you longer, hiks..”.

“Take care of yourself baby, love not to sacrifice yourself in the dark direction, life continues, live gratefully.don't torture yourself, just because people are gone, do not, I will also be tormented, if you keep sobbing, and can't let go of me.” After saying that, Andri was lost just like being swallowed by the earth.

“Bu, mother..” Madori the nun who took care of Soleh woke him up.

“Hah!!” beeve opened her eyes.

“Mother is nothing?” madori asked, because Beeve was rummaging incoherently in his sleep.

“I'm nothing,” replied Beeve.

“Thank God, because I spoke indistinctly and also cried,” said Madori.

Beeve smiled faintly, he who was hungry came out of the room, and walked towards the kitchen.

When Beeve was about to arrive, he smelled a mouth-watering aruma from the kitchen.

“The smell is good,” murmured Beeve.

Upon arrival, he sees the Emir cooking spicy fried noodles, complete with large sweet shrimp and crackers.

Instantly Beeve remembered, when he craved fried noodles made by Emir 4 years ago.

The Emir who was aware of Beeve's presence greeted him. “Hi ma'am, go to bed, I've cooked up your sex menu when you're feeling down!”

“Do you know where you are from, in that I never told you that?” beeve said as he approached the dining table.

“If it's about you, I know everything, so... this!” The Emir offered 1 plate of challenging red fried noodles, decorated with fried sweet shrimp flour and crackers on it.

“For you where is mas?” ask Beeve, because he saw there was only 1 portion only.

“I'm on a diet,” Emir said.

“Kurus so, why should diet anyway!”

“Hey, even though I am now a father in the company, I must still maintain my appearance, because I am still active in the yutub and some elite photo shoots," explained the Emir.

“In terms of earnings in the office a lot, why do it all?”

“Because I like, and that's my hobby, and from the first of my ideals to be an artist, not a businessman.”

“Oh, so yes!” beeve said with a pinched lip.

“Don't much talk ah!” Drrkk... !! The Emir shifted the bench for Beeve's seat.

“Eat first, later if the noodles expand even not good!” The emir also put his fried noodles in the hadpan Beeve, after which, he took a glass of warm water for his beloved woman.

“Cold water mas, this is spicy, when I have to drink warm water?” said Beeve.

“If the cold water later the twins get wind when drinking your breast, it is better warm water for their stomach.” Emir who knows a lot also forbids Beeve to consume water that is not good for him.

“Bawel really!” squeak Beeve.

Beeve stared fixedly at the Emir's face, Will I and the Emir finally be together? Is this what you want, man? inner Beeve.

Getting a sharp spotlight full of meaning from Beeve makes Emir so groggy.

“Hey, am I too handsome, to make you amazed?” the Emir said with confidence.

“Dih! I see you, because there's a dry belek in the corner of your eye!”

“What?!” Emirs who prioritized appearance immediately ran to the glass in front of their electric stove table.

“Mana? There is no tuh!” The Emir kept looking for the eye muck Bevee said.

“But lie!” Beeve chuckled at the sight of the Emir in panic.

“Basic, it's not clear you!” pekik Emir's.

“Sorry-sorry.. used up Emir sok handsome really!”

“Indeed I am handsome, in view from any angle, I am very handsome, and remain handsome!”

“Ih! It's disgusting!” Beeve mocked the Emir of Han.

“Hei, from Sabang to Merauke, even the European Continent, acknowledge my good looks!”

“Iya-iya! Already, do not talk much more, better get me the fried chicken under the hood rice.” said Beeve, who was sick of seeing the Emir praising himself.

“Alright.” when the Emir opened the rice hood, he saw, fried chicken only one left. He who is nosy starts to prank Beeve.

“Live 1.” said the Emir while biting the fried chicken.

“Nothing.”

“But I've eaten some of it!” Emir showed me his bite.

“No problem mas!”

Whahuh? She wants my leftovers? inner Emir.

Then he put the chicken breast on the plate of his brother-in-law.

“Do you want mas?” Beeve offered the fried noodles to the Emir.

“Later you less,” replied the Emir.

“But only 1 spoon!” beeve said as he aimed a fork filled with fried noodles at the Emir's mouth.

“Bee, don't do this.” said the Emir who was afraid he could not resist his feelings.

“I just want to repay your kindness mas,” Beeve said.

“Be normal, if you are too good to me, then I will be wrong, you know from the first I love you, while you are not,” explained Emir.

Then Beeve put back the noodles he wanted to give to the Emir.

“I'm sorry,” said Beeve.

“You don't need to apologize, here I am wrong, because I can't erase my love for you, stop, continue eating you, don't think about anything, pity your children stay too long,” said the Emir.

Then Beeve looked at Emir's cooking, with many thoughts in his head.

“How does it feel?” ask Emir.

“Enak mas!”

“Then it must run out yes!” emir exclaimed, then, he got up from his seat, to make a glass of pregnant mother's milk for Beeve.

...Seriate......