Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 102. He's a good guy

“I don't like to see Ricko around you. For what he approached the married woman,” Bara said after a long time looking for the right answer.

It is impossible to feel jealous. As much as possible he did not want to enjoy this kind of taste. In the past, with Brenda he was already quite tormented with endless jealousy. And she hopes she won't feel it again, when she gets married to Bella.

Jealousy is painful, but being cheated on and left sicker again. Imagine having to be sick a second time, he was not able to. For ten years, he always asked God not to feel the pain again.

“Mas is weird,” grumbled Bella.

“Let's go home. I've been out too long, sorry Mom had to take care of Icca,” continued Bella again.

Facing an obscure Bara like this was confusing. She wants to be like the wives out there, loved by her husband, cared for by her husband, protected by her husband.

Deg—

His heart beat and hunted for a moment. Hasn't Bara been protecting her all this time. Hasn't Bara been watching him all this time. Otherwise protecting him, there was no way Bara would have run here and left the job for her sake.

What he who is too hopeful with one word of love so ignore the attitude of Bara who has begun to soften on him.Bara who protects him. Bara's paying attention to him.

I don't know.

Bella turned around, her husband was preparing to get up and cut his distance with her. The usual smile engraved on Bara's lips was still the same, nothing had changed. Her husband is still the same.

“I will take you home, after that I have to go back to the office,” said Bara, holding his wife's hand without hesitation. He held the pregnant woman's hand to stay by her side, ensuring that Bella's wife and baby were safe and comfortable.

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Bara's black sports car went into his yard, during the late afternoon. Because there is still a little office work to be completed today, inevitably he had to return even though with a heavy heart.

“Bell, I'm going to the office now,” whispered Bara, releasing the seatbelt that bound her body. Leaning slightly toward his wife's seat, Bara helps Bella release the sealbelt that wrapped around the pregnant woman's body.

“Both the same Mommy, yes,” said Bara, saying gently while stroking his wife's flat stomach.

Not until there, a brief kiss was placed on the lips of his wife. “I'm leaving now. I'll be home fast,” farewell Bara.

Bella again had to swallow her own disappointment. Even her husband never had any sweets. His meeting with Kailla and Pram opened his eyes a little, what his best friend's household was like.

Reality is so much different. What she is too hoping for more or indeed because her husband is not in love so it can not be as sweet as Kailla's husband.

Disappointed, he opened the car door alone. Bara didn't come down to help him. The man remained in the driver's seat with his hands clutching the steering wheel.

“Perhaps it should not be too much to hope,” grunts Bella annoyed. Footsteps led him into the house. Regret that accumulated in the chest, making him not turn to just wave his hands as usual at Bara.

Walk into the house. Bella finds Issabell and her mother playing with a nanny.

“Mommy!” exclaimed Issabell, immediately jump for joy when he saw Bella coming home. The two tiny hands were already raised up, asking to be carried as usual without the knowledge of his daddy. If Bara finds out, it will certainly nag. The man did not allow Bella to lift that heavy during her pregnancy.

“Mommy's son has lunch?” bella asked, kissing both cheeks of Issabell.

“Have ... Icca will rice, will uh ... ola,” Issabell babble that is difficult to understand for the unaccustomed.

“Apaan ola?” bella asked, sniffing the scent of baby powder on her daughter's body.

“I mean meatballs, Bell,” explained Ms. Rosma who had been silent since then, joined the sound. The old woman stood up, rubbing the back of Issabell who was in the sling.

“Bell, I want to talk. Can?” ask Rosmah's mother.

“Mother will return to Surabaya,” continued Ms. Rosmah again. He began not to feel at home in Jakarta for too long and he had missed his village, his room. I miss everything in Surabaya.

Mother Rosm's sentence this time can make Bella's mood change. He is still not willing, not yet willing to allow his mother back.

“Bu, please stay here until I give birth,” pinta Bella, while swaying left and right. Makes Issabell who is in his arms feel comfortable.

“Im sorry Mom, Bell. I miss the atmosphere of our village. Moreover, soon the anniversary of the death of the Father. I want to clean the tomb of Father,” explained Mother Rosma. There was a line of water that tried to be held in every memory of her husband.

Almost ten years she took care of her two daughters alone after her husband left, nothing left, only the company's debt that affected their luxury home had to disappear from their grasp.

He really raised Rissa and Bella with both hands. In the end, though, it was the most supportive of their lives.

“Later Mom will be here again, Bell,” promise Mother Rosmah, appease her daughter.

“Mother is home alone or accompanied by Rissa?” ask Bella again.

“Not yet know. See how later. Mother also has not told your husband,” said Ms. Rosma, dropping her old body slowly on one of the sofas after sliding her grandson's toys stacked up. Almost all the seats were occupied by toys of Issabell various kinds.

“Bell, be good with your husband. Housing is not easy, especially with men who have failed like Bara,” advice Mother Rosma. Her gaze was fixed on the wedding photo of Bara and Bella the size of a giant hanging on the wall.

“But, he's a good guy. You remember how he supported our family. Support you and Rissa,” continued Ms. Rosma.

As the smile fell on his lips, his wrinkled face became more and more real as he smiled. Looking at the wedding photo of Bella and Bara, there was a sense of haru filling her chest.

Bella's youngest daughter was a good girl, not much she wanted. Since childhood, Bella has been used to living with her. Bella's life is much harder than Rissa's.

When disaster hits their family, Bella is only 9 years old, too small to accept the hardships of life. Rissa was already at the end of her High School. Half a year later, Rissa went to Jakarta, continuing her studies with Bara.

Miss Rosmas and Bella. Since childhood Bella had to give up her break to help the work of cleaning the house in the Bara residence. Even before she was taken to Bara's residence, little Bella was often entrusted to neighbors when Rosmah's mother worked.

Suddenly the tears fall, while remembering Bella's childhood. It's not uncommon for Bella to cry when she gets home from work. For holding hunger since noon. Unlike the much-grown Rissa, better understand their family's predicament.

Which is often mourned by little Bella first, because she had to watch her peers enjoy the snacks of the village. Bella herself could only look while gulping.

Once moved to Bara's house, Bella had to spend some of her playing time in order to help her work. Just folding clothes or helping to sweep. As he grew older, his duties also increased every time he went home from school.

“Mother ... why?” call Bella, surprise Rosmah's mother who's daydreaming since.

“No, I'm happy to see your life now. At least I can calm down. There's a Bara who takes care of you.”

“Mother just wants to order, don't part. As much as you can survive, Bara is a good man, he will not hurt you.”

“Yes, Bu.” After all the times his mother asked him to keep his housewife, Bella finally agreed.

“If not a good man, there is no way he would willingly be the backbone of our family. When we ourselves have nothing to do with it. This mother is just his maid. Our status is low, but he lifts us this high. He made us able to raise our heads and dare to look at the world.

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