Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 107. My name is Bella Cantika

Rosmah's mother smiled, faintly staring at the shadow of the sleeping man behind the steering wheel. Compared to the reverse with Bella who immediately turned into the house.

The old woman walked slowly closer to her daughter-in-law's black sports car, but from the front was seen Mr. Rudi who was still with his sarong and plain white T-shirt walking over.

“Morning, Ma'am,” said a shy smile, glancing at her sleeping master.

“Pak Rudi!” shrieked slowly Mother Rosmah, surprised by the figure that was settling in the dimness that morning. Since then he was not aware of the presence of the driver Bara.

“Sorry, Mom ... surprised the morning,” said Mr. Rudi smiled back.

“When arrive? Why not wake up the house?” mother asked Rosmah to look back at her daughter-in-law's luxury car.

“Newly, Mom. Probably about twenty minutes ago. I was chatting at the security guard post,”, explained Mr. Rudi speaking while bowing. His thumb pointed towards the security post beside the gate.

“Oh, sit inside only, sir,” invite Mother Rosmah, sorry about the chaotic face and lack of sleep of the old man. Seen from a blackened pouch under the driver's eyes.

Besides being concerned, he also wanted to find out what had happened. Why suddenly his daughter-in-law had appeared in front of the house. Without news and news, it shocked them all.

Mr. Rudi who is still exhausted according to without protest, tidied up the elephant production box sitting that forgot to be replaced because of hurry. Just as he finished his afternoon shower, it had not even dried up properly, but the sound of Bara's angry cries made him run to meet his master without a second thought.

“What happened, Sir?” mother Rosmah asked, offering a cup of black coffee. Talk to his son-in-law's driver on the porch.

“Pak Bara was angry when he found out Mrs Bella returned to Surabaya. Nih, I did not even have time to change clothes, after the afternoon shower is still a sieve just walk away,” explained Mr. Rudi smiling.

“Hah!” Rosmah's mother was shocked.

“What time are you on the road?” tanyanya.

“Sore, maybe local or five in the afternoon, I do not remember clearly,” said Mr. Rudi.

“Pak Bara seems to have been sleepy once. I was no longer able to open my eyes. Once the car is parked there, it falls asleep. Just order, ask to be woken at six in the morning.”

Rosmah's mother rounded her eyes, looking in the direction Mr. Rudi meant.

“Bu, if not a hassle, I can ask for a plate of rice, any side dish is fine. From yesterday afternoon the stomach has not been filled, only entered two pieces of bread and black coffee,” pinta Pak Rudi, timidly. However, what power, the stomach is no longer able to compromise.

“Ya Lord ... what happened,” said Ms. Rosmah barely believed.

“Pak Bara refused to stop by the rest area, insistent on arriving in Surabaya as soon as possible. Just had time to stop by for a while to buy bread and coffee bottles for lunch on his trip.”

“Pak Bara is even worse. From work home haven't had a shower, haven't even eaten since yesterday afternoon. All the way up just fill the stomach with coffee. He said he was afraid of drowsiness when driving,” explained Mr. Rudi.

“She drives herself?” mother asked Rosmah almost in disbelief.

“No, Mr. Bara started to hold the steering wheel from hours and nights. I was driving before. Pak Bara can not drive alone from Jakarta-Surabaya. So we change, Mom,” explained Mr. Rudi.

Not yet finished hearing the story, Mother Rosmah was already standing in annoyance, entering the house and looking for Bella.

“Bell, your husband is taken care of. He hasn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. Prepare food for her,” orders Mother Rosmah. Seeing the response of Bella's ogah-ogahan increasingly make Mother Rosma rose blood.

“Your husband drives from Jakarta - Surabaya just to catch up with you. Less is the sacrifice. Do you need anything from him?” mother Rosmah's Nagging.

“Who told him to drive? I didn't ask for it, it was of her own volition, Ma'am,” Bella said no matter what. However, she stood up and prepared food for her husband.

“Icca, play by yourself first, yes. Mommy wants to prepare food for Daddy,” explained Bella.

The pregnant woman had already walked to the kitchen, the intention of wanting to shout home assistant. As at her husband's house in Jakarta, Bella does not need to cook. Just issue an order, there's a housekeeper doing it. Everything was taken care of by the house assistant.

The lips will speak, ready to give orders. However, Mother Rosmah had already cut him off with a firm sentence.

“Mba ...."

“This is in Surabaya, not in your husband's house. You can't be careless!” cut off Rosmah's mother.

“Remember, this is Mom's house even though you occupy her main room,” said Ms. Rosma reminded, closing her mouth, holding a smile.

“If your husband is starving, it is his wife's duty to prepare. You have no right to organize workers in this house. And one more thing, don't act like the hostess here. Remember, you're a guest here, Bell.”

“What the fuck, Mom!” moaned Bella, grunting annoyed.

“Your house is not here. Since marriage, your husband's house is your home,” explained Ms. Rosma, making Bella not warting.

Bella was forced to obey, even though her lips were careless. For some reason, since Bara's presence in front of his house, his mother's behavior changed drastically. Not as friendly as before.

“If you want to be a Madam, go back to your place, Bell,” said Ms. Rosma gave a smile.

“Gosh! Why Mother is getting here more late,” said Bella upset. His mother's words were still in his heart. I don't know what his mother meant to discuss the ownership of the house they now occupy.

Armed with the knowledge that Kailla handed down, her good friend. Bella also makes eggs ceplok complete with melted soy sauce malika. Just like Kailla said. Bella actually duplicated it as perfectly as possible.

Today is still morning. There is no food in the refrigerator. They just arrived yesterday afternoon. This morning, she will take her mother to the traditional market to fill the stock of vegetables, meat and fish in the refrigerator.

“Perfect!” said smile.

“I wonder if she will be as sweet as Kailla's husband when served food like this,” muttered Bella again.

Whenever she remembered her husband, she always remembered Kailla's understanding husband. Whether sinful or not to compare her own husband with others, but in her little heart she wants her husband to be as sweet as her best friend's husband.

“Mbak, who is it for?” bella asked, frowning.

“For guests sitting in front, Ma'am.

Bella who does not know about the existence of Mr. Rudi only frowned without asking further. Choosing a hunchback while putting egg rice on the dining table.

“Bu, the food Mas Bara is ready on the dining table,” said Bella from the door. Was surprised by the presence of Mr. Rudi, who was also sitting there chatting with his mother.

“Loh, are you coming here? Then who will take Rania to school?” bella asked, remembering the existence of Rania who lives in Bara's house.

“Non Rania yesterday afternoon ushered Mr. Kevin to his mother's place,” explained Mr. Rudi, briefly.

“Oh.” Just a short response. Bella turned around and rushed into the house, but her steps stopped. Her mother asked to wake her husband in the car.

“Bell, take care of your husband! Wake her up, prepare warm water and change of clothes,” Mother Rosmah ordered, pointing to Bara's tiny suitcase standing firmly near the entrance.

Bella already wanted to protest back, but that intention was undone. Not good with the presence of Mr. Rudi who was enjoying his morning breakfast. At least, she still had to keep her husband's pride in front of the workers. Although he did not promise to save Bara's face in front of his mother.

With a step full of coercion, Bella rushed to the car and opened the door of her husband's beloved black sports car.

“Mas."

"Mas ... wake up!” call Bella slowly. Slightly shook Bara's body which was sound asleep.

Her husband is really being sluggish. Since a few hours ago held back sleepiness, only able to sleep a few minutes ago.

From the sound of snoring and heavy breathing of the husband, Bella knew that at this time Bara was very tired and sleepy.

“Mas, Mas .. wake up," repeated Bella, calling out more forcefully while hitting her husband's arm hard.

This call is willing to wake Bara up.

“Bell."

"Honey,” call Bara, trying to force open his eyes. The presence of Bella in front of her eyes made all her tiredness disappear. No free he forced a drive from Jakarta - Surabaya, at least it could make it faster to meet his wife.

After all, he would not be able to sleep all night if he had to wait for the morning plane.

“Bell, I'm sorry,” said Bara, trying to grab the hand of his wife who stood dodging. Bella did not allow him to touch, instead her wife gave her a sharp look.

“I've prepared food for you, Mas. Down!” bella ketus. Turn around and rush into the house.

Bara according, immediately came down with a messy look. Arriving at the terrace was able to greet her in-laws.

“Bu,” say slowly, still with drowsiness.

“Log in. Ask Bella to prepare all your needs,” said Ms. Rosmah, smiling.

Just set foot into the house, Bara was greeted by his little daughter.

“Daddy!” peeking Issabell cheered in excitement, running over hugging Bara's two legs.

“Endong Daddy,” he asked to put both his hands up.

“Icca misses Daddy?” bara asked, when Issabell was in his arms. The question was directed at his daughter, but his gaze did not shift one bit from his wife's.

“Linduuuuu,” sahut Issabell, showering Bara's face with a wet kiss. A kiss that left a trace of her little daughter's saliva.

“If Mommy misses Daddy too?” bara asked, trying to lure Bella. Since then, he could clearly see his wife pouting.

Even Bella would not look at him. Every time he met, his wife would throw away his gaze.

“Come, Bell, forgive me,” pinta Bara, walk over. Trim the distance that Bella creates.

“Your breakfast is at the table, Mas. I will prepare warm water and your clothes,” said Bella, hurrying up to the second floor. He chose to dodge as far as possible, will not melt as easily as usual. Even he had made up his mind to separate from Bara.

The arrival of Bara who followed to Surabaya, will not change anything. Bella remained in her decision.

“Bell, listen to me,” said Bara, following his wife.

“Icca, play with Oma for a while, yes. Daddy there is a need with Mommy,” said Bara, lowering Issabell from his sling.

Anyway, he had to talk to Bella. Clear up any misunderstandings, if there is indeed a communication miss between them. Apologizing to his wife, if she did anything wrong. He will do anything, as long as the relationship can improve as before.

“Sweetheart!” call Bara, run after his wife, climb the stairs in a hurry, so as to align his steps with Bella.

“Stop calling me that disgusting call. My name is Bella Cantika. Mas can call me Bella like the others,” said Bella firmly.

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