Marrying a Rich Bum

HE'S MY SON

"B-Rome...." Mariana froze in the arm of Bima.

Bima approached, Mariana closed her eyes, her breath hunted and her heart leapt uncalled.

Bima landed a kiss on Mariana's forehead very gently.

"I'll make him my son. Do you agree?" bima whispered softly in Mariana's ear.

Mariana nodded fretfully, her eyes still closed tightly, her breathing hunting even faster. His entire body was bristling, his skin's surface nerves reacting quickly.

"Did you allow me?"

Mariana nodded back.

Bima smiled looking at Mariana's expression.

"Are you scared?"

Mariana nodded back.

"I'm not like your crazy ex-boyfriend, Mariana. I won't force you if you're not ready. I just want you to know, I'm ready to accept this child as my son." Bima loosened her shell, moved away.

Mariana opened her eyes, holding Bima's arm that had been lowered from her side. Bima looked at Mariana, waiting.

"Do. Make me love this boy."

Bima smiled, shook her head. Not with your compulsion, Mariana.

Now it was Mariana's turn to shake. "No. I'm sincere."

Bima smiled again, took Mariana to bed and sat her on her lap.

"Listen, Mariana. Your pregnancy is still very young. If you want, we go check it out with the doctor and ask if it's safe for us to do it now."

"The doctor explained it to me. He allows us to do so as long as no spots or spots appear afterwards."

Bima laughs. "Why are you being so aggressive, Mariana?"

"You're my husband, is that wrong?"

"No, of course not. But. Still I won't do it now."

"Why?"

"Not until you let me sleep by hugging you in the room."

Mariana stood up quickly, staring at Bima ferociously. "Who told you to sleep outside, huh? I never asked you to sleep on the couch at all. You want it!" said sewot.

Bima raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "Alright, Mariana. Alright. You're so horrible like this. Don't you force your ex-boyfriend, not him."

Plaque! The slap this time was not as gentle as before.

"I'm not that low!" Mariana glared furiously.

"M-mariana, of course. M-sorry. I'm really sorry. I was just kidding. Of course you're not that low, I know." Bima stuttered, finding Mariana's angry face. The aura of anger wrapped around his thick body, making Bima flutter.

"S-honey. Please." Please."

Mariana froze, gulping violently.

"Marina...."

"What did you call me?" ask Mariana coldly.

Bima scratched his head. Seeing the aura of anger in Mariana's body slowly disappearing, Bima began to be relieved.

"S-honey.you're my wife, and I love you. Is that wrong?" bima asked, smiling.

"Wrong!" Mariana sewot, turned rough and walked to the door, opened it and walked out.

Inside, Bima pulled out her phone, typing very quickly.

Prepare my house. We'll occupy it. And send it to Marco. Then Bima came out, looking for Mariana.

"What are you doing?" bima asked, seeing Mariana sitting alone in the living room while carrying a jar of fried beans.

Mariana was silent, not responding. His mouth was busy chewing.

Bima sat beside him, clutching Mariana's small waist. Although pregnant, but the sexy waist does not look widened.

"Have you ever read that the levels of estrogen in pregnant women are higher?"

Bima raised an eyebrow.

"No. Why why?"

"Then you should read more."

Bima pulled her phone, typed some keywords. Bima started to read, the longer the wrinkles on her eyebrows grew thicker. Then the man broke down.

"Mariana, so you want me to do it for that reason?" ask Bima.

Mariana shook her head. "It's not the only reason.

"So?"

"Don't I say it. Make me love this child, or I won't be able to force my heart to accept it."

"You still hate him?" whispered Bima, looking at Mariana seriously.

Mariana nodded.

"May I ask you something?" ask Bima slowly.

Mariana nodded, still looking at the bean jar whose contents had already been reduced by a quarter.

"Why do you want me to do it?"

"Aren't we just getting married on paper, to break the curse?"

Mariana was silent, just sighing deeply.

"There are still many other men out there who are better than me, Mariana. I'm just a bum, I don't have a house, I don't have a job."

"But you promised to take care of me and this child" protested Mariana.

"Did you also promise to look after this child?"

"After he became our son?"

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You sure, Mariana?" Bima looked at Mariana, concentrating on observing the aura of lies within Mariana, who was covered in transparent shadows that prevented Bima from reading it more clearly.

"Tomorrow, is the same date as our wedding date, three months ago. All this time we share a house, share food, share the same sofa and dining table. Maybe without you knowing it, you even shared your attention quite a lot for me. Even if you don't, but inside me has grown a different feeling for you, Bima."

Bima froze, staring at Mariana's shock.

"It's okay if you don't. I'm not going to force it and this marriage is going to stay just a paper deal." Mariana continued.

"No! it's not like that."

Mariana looked at Bima, smiling. "It's okay. I told you I wasn't forcing. Sorry for getting carried away by all the attention you've given." Mariana stood up, put the bean jar on the table and passed away.

"Madriana." Bima followed standing up, but Mariana had already walked quickly to her room.

"Marina...." Bima called out more gently, pulling Mariana's arm. But Mariana avoided. He went inside the room, closed it a little hard and locked it from the inside.

"Mariana, please. Open the door and listen to me." Bima knocked on the door gently. There's no answer.

"Marina...." Bima started banging. He put his ear on the door leaf, and could hear a stuffing from inside there that was clearly coming out of Mariana's lips.

"Mariana open the door." Bima knocked even harder.

"Marina. Open it!" bima's screams began to ignite anger.

Quiescent. There was no word or response from inside. Bima banged even harder, the reply she heard was only Mariana's cry which also sounded louder.

"Mariana, Please. Open the door, Mariana." Bika back banged.

"Our divorce tomorrow, I'll sign it soon." Mariana's voice sounded hoarse.

"What?!"

There's no answer.

"You're crazy, Mariana!"

Quiescent.

"Mariana, open the door!" Bima is back banging.

"****!" Bima kicked at Mariana's bedroom door. "I'll break the door if you force me, Mariana" threatened Bima.

Brak! Bima's burly shoulder hit the door.

Brak! Twice, before the sound of the door lock on the turn. Bina stopped, waiting.

The door opened, Mariana appeared with a wet and puffy face.

"Pergmma...."

Bima barged in, lunged at Mariana and kissed her. Mariana muttered, but Bima locked her body against the wall beside the door.

"Male!" Mariana pushed roughly Bima's body, her breathing gasping for breath. "It could not be softer a little treat pregnant women!" mariana.

"You forced me, Mariana." Bima stared coldly at the paled woman before him.

"I'm not forcing you. I told you I never forced you to be able to understand...."

Bima again locked Mariana's lips in the pagutan.

"Stop saying I don't love you, Mariana." Bima took off her pagutan, whispering at the side of Mariana's ear.

"I-i...." Mariana stammered, her breathing stupefied.

"I wanted you from the first moment I saw you being taken by those bastards. That's why I followed you and saved you." Bima spoke furiously, her lips twitching, but the tip of her long nose gently swept across Mariana's neck.

Mariana gulped, her breath hunting.

"B-bima, I've."

"Why, Honey? Don't you want it?"

"N-not now...."

"But your body does not refuse."

"That-that's...."

Bima kicked the room door shut, then locked it. Her lips did not move from the neck of Mariana's level.

"Repid...." Mariana let out a long sigh as Bima bit her shoulder gently.

Bima carried Mariana to the bed, putting her to bed very slowly, as if Mariana a crystal glass that would break easily if she treated her harshly.

"You're ready to conceive my child and take care of it for me, Mariana?" Bima stared intensely at Mariana.

Mariana nodded in disarray.