I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

Gen

Early in the morning after breakfast. Ezra went to Zahra to work. He asks his wife and Anin, stay in the house and accompany Rara. Zahra who now has the status of being a mother, Rara was forced to obey what her husband said. Although the heart murmurs.

Ezra didn't go straight to his office. He first wanted to find Bimo's whereabouts in his house. Because since waking up. Ezra had contacted his assistant five times and was never appointed.

"Mr Bimo isn't at home, sir." His housekeeper Bimo answered, to Ezra who is now in the yard of his house Bimo.

"Did he sleep here?" asked Ezra again to confirm Bimo's whereabouts.

"Sir, it's been two days that Bimo's boss hasn't come home. I said he was in the hospital." Answer the housekeeper Bimo.

"OK, okay. Thanks." Ezra got back in his car. His feelings are starting to feel bad. Is Bimo going to throw a tantrum by running away?

But, that's impossible. Rara wasn't that bad to leave her. Ezra is sure, Bimo is dear to Rara.

"Our uncle's going to Bimo's plantation." Ezra said to the driver.

"Good boss." Answer the driver kindly.

Bimo has a vegetable and fruit plantation in Berastagi. His estate in that place was only 20 ha. In the weekend Bimo must have been to the plantation. There he planted a variety of vegetables ranging from broccoli, cauliflower, potatoes, carrots, various types of oranges, strawberries and many other types of plants.

Bimo is a hard worker. An hour will not be in vain. There's no term for it to be lazy. Even his sturdy muscular body was formed from hard work. That is gardening, good hoeing and so forth. Every action for it should bring benefits and results.

He will not waste his time burning fat by just playing the gym. He would never step foot into the gym. Unless he wants to relax for entertainment. Then he will climb the mountain.

From the city of Medan it takes almost two hours to reach the plantation Bimo. When entering the plantation area, of course, the eyes are spoiled with the beauty of various types of plants that are neatly arranged and clean.

Ezra got down from inside his car with a long sigh. Inhaling the fresh air, yes because it is still at 09.20 wib.

From a distance Ezra had already seen the sighting of Bimo.

"Bas with the boy!" Ezra monologues, he is very amazed by Bimo's personality. To him the man, he. Bimo won't do anything to harm him. In fact, he will do activities that he likes, namely gardening.

"WILL....!" ezra shouted with both hands waving.

Bimo who was spraying pests, finally turned to the origin of the sound. Not to approach Ezra. He even threw his face away.

"God.... He's really mad!" Forced Ezra who approached the man who was again bete. Ezra is currently crossing the strawberry belt. Of course, while walking towards Bimo. Ezra's mouth was busy chewing the strawberry that was very seger and sweet.

Saw Ezra approaching him. Bimo accelerated his pace. He was lazy to argue.

"Hey Bim... You can't be like this?" Ezra hastened his pace. The pentofel shoes used enough to make it difficult to walk. Where in the sole of his shoes is sticky ground. That's what makes it hard to step up.

"Bi.... Wait dong.!" Ezra chose to take off his shoes, throw the shoes in any place, understand the rich, he ran after Bimo.

Bimo took down his spray tube. He took off his hat. And sat his ass in the hut in the middle of the field.

Ezra thought Bimo was going to run away. Eeh... I don't want to take shelter in the cottage.

Bimo wiped his sweat with his neck towel. He also sipped the mineral water in the cabin.

"Your work is getting more and more, too, Bim?" the beginning of a steady conversation according to Ezra. But not for Bimo. Everything is wrong at the moment according to him.

"Don't insult, my employees are incomparable to you boss." Answer Bimo flat. By throwing a glance at his vast estate.

"Everything needs a Bim process." Ezra said with a faint smile. Ask for a bottle of mineral water in Bimo's hand. He was thirsty too.

Yes Ezra is not the type of cleaning person, who is anti-drinking a bottle with others. Most importantly, he knew how this guy was.

"Seeing your attitude like this. I realized that the decision I made was wrong." Ezra admitted that he was wrong to have married Rara to her. "I thought this was a good thing for Rara and you. Yeah maybe that's how you get your soul mate."

Bimo who was still not ready to talk about everything. Move from his seat. Ezra quickly held back Bimo's hand.

"Bim, let's talk about it. Don't be like this, pity Rara "

"I am more to be loved, dear Ezra sir." Bimo fast. Holding his rumbling chest. "I really hope you can derail that marriage with your power. But you're the mastermind." Bimo clenched his fingers and stuck it out to Ezra with his regret.

"Rara, that Rara is not my kind of honorable companion, Ezra sir. I want to get married once in a lifetime. I want to be happy with my wife. Marrying a woman of clear origins. Who has good manners."

" Married Rara, will make my life will be like hell. She is Rani's daughter, whose father is unknown where her nasal shaft is. His mother did not know who his father was. Should I have a wife like that?" The irritated Bimo, strongly rejects Ezra's shoulder.

Ezra was standing on the side of the cottage. Now sitting down, because of the encouragement of Bimo. His face looks full of guilt.

"I don't want to have a fate like yours. His wife played with many men. Rara is Rani's son. There's dirty blood running through the boy. The gene is in the boy. His traits and character were passed down to the child. I don't want to have a wife whose hobby is cheating. SALOME!"

Bimo's white face flushed already at this moment. He really can't hold back his emotions anymore. His dream to build a household heresy with good women and if it could be one tribe, extinct already. He was betrothed to a labile child, a descendant of a hyper and immoral woman. Of course the child will be like the mother. That was what Bimo was thinking at the moment.

"You think too short Bim. Not necessarily Rara will be like her mother "

Bimo who had just thrown his gaze away from Ezra was now staring intently at the man.

"Not necessarily you say. Who trapped Zahra in the hotel? what stiffness is that? who consumes Nar Koba? who likes mab uk - ma.b.ukan. Dear Mr. Ezra. I'm already old. I don't have time to take care of the problems it will cause later. I want to have a wife, a vision of a mission with me. I don't want to take care of the boy anymore. It's been four days since my life's been so stressful for taking care of her."

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