My Ex-President My Husband 3

Season 1: I LOVE BILMAR

Week pass. Papa Bayu has returned to London, and lives Bilmar and Mama Mira at home. The child always dodges and moves away a little. She was afraid that her mother would come back to scold her and beat her.

He insisted he would not go to London, and Papa Bayu agreed. But Mama Mira did not lose her mind, she had to keep Bilmar studying in London and married Kanya.

Because currently the family Kannya is famous, become a family that is very concerned, have many companies at home and abroad. Moreover, they were the family of fellow nobles.

It looks Bilmar is twisting his shoulder in shock. His two eyes that had just closed, then blinked quickly. He looked back, there was the mother who was stroking his shoulder, seen in his right hand holding a glass of milk.

"Drink your milk first, son." Mama Mira said. Bilmar looked through his mother's eyeballs to find out whether the flames of annoyance still reigned there or not.

"Let's drink first." Mama Mira offered the glass of milk to her son. Bilmar nodded and grabbed it, chugging the contents to the end.

Mama Mira rubbed the remnants of milk attached around the lip of Bilmar. Then she hugged her son.

"I'm sorry, Mom, son. Mama's hard because she loves you, Bil. Mama wants you to get the best." said Mama Mira. Gently rubbed his son's back.

"Yes, Mah. Forgive Bilmar for defying."

Mama Mira let go of her embrace, and cupped her son's face. "You love Alika?"

Bilmar fused his eyebrows together, he felt strange, why his mother's tone of voice sounded so soft and warm when mentioning the girl's name.

Wasn't it a few days ago, he cursed Alika's name over and over again?

"Yes, Mah. I love him." replied Bilmar softly. He's still scared. Worried if Mama Mira will groan. The baby lung woman smiled as well. "If it's a pity why is his face so?" Mama Mira holds the end of her son's chin.

"Mama wouldn't be mad at you if you were honest."

"Yes, Mah. Bilmar loves Alika. It's a pity."

Seeing the child so loved Alika, made Mama Mira's chest pain while pierced. Honestly, he hated hearing that. Feeling sick and nauseous, when his son called the name of the village girl who was not as level as him.

"I'd love to brainwash you, son!" Mama Mira growled in her heart. He still gave a warm smile.

"What makes you like Alika, baby?"

Faintly the corner of the line on his lips lifted up. He stared at the roof of the room with a glowing face. Alika is indeed opium for him, everything inside the woman is very charming.

"Alika is perfect, Mah." Bilmar smiled. His eyes showed the light of love. And Mama Mira hated looking at him.

"How perfect?" tanyanya back.

"Alika is kind, considerate, beautiful and intelligent, Mah. Alika has always been an accomplished child at school. Even yesterday, he had just won the district Physics Olympiad race. And more genius again, Alika became one of the candidates to get a scholarship to London."

Mama Mira's two eyeballs perfectly patterned. His face was stupefied, his head nodding.

"It's very clever" said Mama Mira.

"Tomorrow we eat Alika, how? Mama wants to get to know him more deeply."

Not suspicious, but Bilmar was enthusiastic. He was happy because his mother started accepting Alika. There was nothing on her mind that the mother was starting her evil drama.

"Really, Mah?" asked Bilmar with a face of sumringah.

"Yes, baby, rest tomorrow. Mama pick you up."

So happy, Bilmar immediately hugged his mother. "Thank you, Mah." his voice was so happy to speak.

"Poor people like you are good at studying abroad. Want to beg you there?" Mama Mira insulted Alika in her mind.

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The first break bell has rung. It seems that Bilmar is still recording the lessons that Alika is writing on the board for his friends.

Dion who is still writing was not able to look back because of the smell of food that pierced his sense of smell.

"Ngapain lo sniffed like that! Like a rat knows not." Evi murmured when she saw Dion's nostrils twitch.

"Not rats! But lutung!" sahut Bilmar laughed while writing.

"Fur dong! Look at my skin's smooth."

"Smooth, but scaly hold items." continued Evi.

"Kayak lo not an item." Dion snorted to Evi.

"When the item but I'm sweet, hahaha." Dion's laughter sounded loud. Making his friends who are still loyal in the chair and Alika turned to them.

"It's okay, baby, it's the feather" Bilmar pointed to Dion. Alika ber oh only.

"Lo pede! You're bitter, mosquitoes don't bite your blood!" Evi kept insulting.

"Ironize your face first, let it be white!" reply Evi.

"So dong's skull, strange lo. So my gemes." Dion keeps flirting with Evi. But the woman was lazy to reply to Dion's temptation, she just kept quiet and started to eat her lunch.

"It's delicious." Dion is back to flirting. His saliva was like it wanted to be spilled. He was intrigued by the eggplant balado in the box to eat the girl.

"What is lo?" sumbang Evi did not like it, he repeated the question he had said.

"Backer! Yes concerned about you eating dong." replied Dion with a smile, Dion still teased Evi.

"Later the germ in your body, stick it in my food, Yon."

"Bad fuckin' bad, Vi. Just ate soft eggplant already cocky lo, how do you eat fleshy eggplant, wkwkwkwkw." Dion chuckled amusedly making Bilmar provoked to come laughing.

"Eh! What a fleshy eggplant! You slovenly lo!" Evi stomps Dion's shoulder with a notebook. The man got up from the chair and ran out of the classroom laughing out loud, and Evi continued to chase him somewhere.

Bilmar chuckled. "Eat the item, love it!" Bilmar is mellowing Dion.

Love is like that, it can come that starts with a melt, long ago turns into a sense of liking and comfort. Likewise Alika and Bilmar, their love can be present, in the midst of competition.

Alika put the marker back on the edge of the whiteboard list, then turned the body to approach Bilmar who was waving his hand towards him.

"Here baby." Bilmar patted Dion's bench.

"Let's have lunch, Bil." take Alika

"It just so happens that Mama wants to take us to lunch together now."

"Lunch together?" Alika repeated her question. "That means the same as me?" Alika pointed at herself.

Bilmar nodded while attaching the strands of Alika's hair covering her cheeks to the back of the ears. The woman was charming with a white pot attached there. Alika was shocked, she looked clumsy. Immediately it becomes uncomfortable to sit in a chair.

"Why, Al? Your ass is a whistle?" Bilmar tickled amusedly.

Alika paid no heed to that joke. He looks grimacing while biting his lower lip. It was clearly a scared look on his face.

"Not to be afraid, my mom is good, baby."

Alika moved her head with a slow nod. Striking his knuckles at the table. He was confused, wanted to refuse it or how.

"What if Mama Bilmar wants to humiliate me again like yesterday?" Alika wondered in her mind.

"Is there a plan he wants to make for me?" suspicion spread in his heart. Then he shook his head quickly while expelling bad guesses.

"Don't be prejudiced by Alika, she's your lover's mother-Let's respect!" his heart's voice echoed.

Remind him not to guess the bad. Then his daydream was scattered when a tingling sensation was felt on the surface behind his hand.

I LOVE BILMAR

"Oh you, my hands are scratched that way, Bill."

Bilmar laughs. "For whom do you tell to daydream? Let me believe it, let them know you have me. So there will be no more teasing!"

Alika grunts. "All the students know, Bill."

"Well the proof yesterday Martin, IPS 4 goncengin child you fit dateng." decak Bilmar upset.

"That was unintentionally, the angkot I was riding broke down. Keep him passing by and making it up together."

Bilmar. "The reason you have" whereas without knowing Alika, there was a mirror of Martin's motorbike thrown one. He was upset because the man bravely yelled at his lover heart stuck on the motorbike. Bilmar committed many sins during his relationship with Alika, he continued to teach lessons to men who want to approach his lover, even though unintentional or intentional. For him, it was all the same.

"Yes, that's the truth. I may not ask you for help. Our paths are not in the same direction."

"What in your jidad should also be written I LOVE BILMAR?"

Alika delicates her eyes and releases a hot pinch on Bilmar's arm. "Don't ngaco!"

"But you love me, right?"

"Last night you asked forty times. The earlobe I heard!" Alika clucked lazily. Dragging his eyeballs.

Bilmar just laughed and rubbed Alika's chin. "Yes, we are waiting for Mama in front of the school gate. Let Mama not wait long."

I don't know what drama Mama Mira will play.

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