He's Mine, Not Yours (Alex & Bella)
Bima Visiting
This is not a dream. Kissing the smell of cooking in the morning, finding Bella in her apartment kitchen is not just a dream. Alex now has Hinata completely, there will be no one to separate him from Bella. There's a baby of hers now growing in Bella's belly, which will become a lasting strap.
Alex smiled at Bella's small back, busy cooking. Bella's hair was again on the ponytail, revealing her sexy collar neck.
"Dear Morning" Alex gives a hug from behind, drowning her head in the recess of Bella's neck
"Morning morning, A Alex!"
Bella feels uncomfortable, her cooking activity becomes disturbed because Alex hugs her like this.
Bella squirms uncomfortable. "A Alex sit down first, I've made you coffee."
"Hm" Alex didn't flinch.
"Alex?"
Alex sighs, he relents and chooses to obey his wife, he sits at the dinner table and sips a glass of coffee with the steam that is still out.
Bella finishes her cooking, pours fried rice on the two dishes available at the dinner table, and puts the frying cartel in the sink to wash the dishes later. Hang on the dark blue apron again and get ready to join Alex at the dinner table.
"I hope you like fried rice, Alex."
Alex nodded. "I've always loved your cooking." said Alex honestly, smiling inwardly when he saw Bella blushing.
After they ate, Bella cleared her throat a little.
"Bella?" the called one nodded.
"Sorry about last night." Bella's face looked regretful.
"I just don't like your smell!"
"I've forgiven you." Reply Alex
Bella twisted the end of her shirt, looking nervous. "And last night you went shopping by yourself?"
Alex nodded again.
"Also buy me pregnant mother's milk?" Now Bella's face is red, she just makes sure that it's not Addison's sister or Abian's brother who bought her. Because not Alex once, willing to shop even deliberately buy milk pregnant women for him.
"You should pay attention to the nutritional intake for our child Bella"
The word 'Our son' Alex throws makes Bella's chest pounding. Oh my god, Bella really didn't think Alex was that considerate and our son said Bella was stunned. Alex really wants the baby.
"I want our son to be born healthy, and you too are safe. I want to be with the woman I love and raise a child together."
Bella felt she was about to lose control. Alexander Graham's words were romantic and unexpected. Holy hooch! Can Alexander Graham be like this? Bella had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming
Bima's private house. 08:23 Morning.
Bima threw all the goods in front of him. Shards of glasses, drink cans, papers and garbage scattered throughout the room. The Bima Apartment was like it had just been hit by a hurricane.
The blonde man degraded his body in the middle of the tv room which was no longer in the form of. Bima hit the floor covered with velvet carpet as hard as he could. Making both hands of the man surnamed Wijaya was bruised here and there. After getting tired of his own behavior Bima sighed.
Bella is pregnant, Alex's son
Alex's Son.
"That night, he and I did it. I planted my seed on him! Now, my seed will be my son and Bella's son."
Bima covered her ears with both hands as memories of last night approached her.
"They did it when Bella was my wife, they betrayed me all this time!" Inner Milky heartache
"So listen to me Bima! Never once was it in your stupid brain that Bella would come back to your side, or I would let Bella go, it would never happen in your dreams even!"
"You're single now so go after your Amelia and love her, so let me be happy with Bella as well as my son. Don't be greedy Bima!"
Bima suddenly laughed. Terrifying and gripping laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha greedy? Who do you call greedy Lex? You get Amelia's love, and then you get Bella's child?" Bima monologue glimpsed at herself.
The grudge finally rolled up, eating Bima's conscience.
"Bella, you'll come back to me!"
Amelia tapped on her phone screen, many times she tried to contact Bima. It's been three days and Wijaya's man hasn't come to the office. Not usually Bima does not Come like this. Has something happened? Does Bima hurt? But usually Bima will contact him directly.
Amelia sighed, her green iris glanced at her Handphonen for a moment and thought.
"do I have to ask Bella for help!"
With enough courage, Amelia approached the residence of Bella and Alex, Hesitatingly she pressed the bell button of the apartment.
Ting Tong's.
"Who!" bella shouted in there
"ka you!" Shocked when she saw Amelia who was standing in front of her apartment
"Will you help me?" said Amelia softly, put on the face as sad as possible to melt Bella
"What's wrong?" Bella seems to be getting affected.
"Check Bima"
Just now Amelia called the word Bima, making Bella a crime.
"Is Bima sick?"
Amelia nodded, "I think so, please accompany me to her apartment. Okay?"
Bella hesitates, there's no way Alex will let her meet Bima, but Amelia has begged her, anyway what if Bima really falls ill? Is he going to be quiet?
"I'll ask Alex first."
"No need!" Amelia immediately exclaimed, stopping Bella who was about to pick up her phone.
"If you don't want to, it's okay."
"It's not Amelia! It's just I-I..."
"You sure know Alex won't let you."
Bella lowered her head, it was true. Alex won't let it. Bella was worried too.
"Amelia, i..."
Cake Shop.
"How's Bella?" Amelia smiled happily, picking out some sweet cakes that were displayed on the display case.
"Ummm... I guess I'll just buy some cheese cake."
"Okay, let's wrap it up and bring it all to that stupid Bima!" Amelia laughed happily.
While Bella had been angry, she kept thinking about Alex. Bella is leaving Alex, and it's definitely not going to be good for her. What if Alex gets mad at him?
Amelia looked at Bella confused, a box of cookies that had been offered since Amelia was not also taken by Bella.
"Bella?" Amelia called, but Bella remained silent.
"Bella!" amelia exclaimed again, this time Bella straightened her face.
"I'm sorry Amelia, I'm daydreaming." Bella smiled clumsily, taking her cake box.
"You okay?" ask Amelia
"Yes, I'm fine." Bella nodded her head, She was only afraid that Alex would get angry.
