Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 110. I still want to be here, Mas

Finished dinner, Bella by guiding Isabell's tiny hand up to their evening contest of course after the little girl had spoiled goodbye with her omens.

“Mayam, Oma,” says Issabell, thrusting up on Mother Rosmah's lap, peeling both smiling wizened cheeks. Mother Rosmah's existence began to fill the little girl's heart, as did Mother Rosmah.

Since the presence of Issabell in his life, his old age is more colorful. Moreover, Issabell who is getting smarter today. The beauty of the little girl is almost the same as Bella as a child. In fact, he sometimes forgets, that Issabell is just the daughter Bara and Bella adopted.

With the help of his mommy, Issabell jumped down and pulled his daddy's hand to join them.

“Before, Icca, Daddy still have business with Om Kevin,” Reject Bara. The man's fingers were in an agile guerrilla, typing on his cell phone screen. Sending a reply email for a job that was suddenly abandoned in order to catch up with his wife, ignoring the small pull on his arm.

“Daddy ...." Issabell sulked, whining with the flow of his pot, while pulling Bara's hand to join.

“Later yes, Darling. Daddy caught up,” was clearly Bara, smiling as she lowered her head, pecking at the head of Issabell.

“Icca already. Sleeping with Mommy,” persuades Bella, after seeing Issabell whining continuously next to Bara, interrupting her daddy job. Bella can only pull her daughter to follow her steps towards the bedroom and let Bara who is busy with her work.

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Bella had just changed into Issabell's nightgown, having previously accompanied the little girl to brush her teeth and wash her feet.

“Mommy, Icca bobbing cini,” explains Issabell, pointing to the side of the bed that Bara showed for her. Issabell was a funny boy and began to understand many things. In fact, the girl began to be able to remember almost everything Bara had promised her.

Bella frowned, looking at Issabell who was taking an unusual sleeping position.

“Icca, boboknya in the middle. Later Icca falls if sleeping on the edge,” pinta Bella, while shifting the tiny body of her daughter, a little to the middle.

“No, Mommy cini,” said Issabell, patting the middle side of the bed, and,

“Icca cini.” The little girl shifted.

“Daddy cana,” continued chattering ria, while hugging Bella who was previously asked to lie in the middle.

“Come, Icca move to the middle, Honey. Later fell,” persuaded Bella.

The debate between the two stopped when Bara entered the room. The man was seen smiling to himself, staring at his wife and beloved daughter who were arguing while lying spoiled on the bed.

“Daddy .. come here,” exclaimed Issabell, hugging Bella who slept in the middle with her tiny hands.

The call of Issabell is like a spring in the middle of the desert. At the very least, Issabell could make Bella soften a little on him.

Bara's smile grew even more, when he lay down right next to his wife. And Bella was silent, not protesting as usual.

“Mommy, Daddy can yank Mommy too?” bara asked teasingly, deliberately raising her voice. So Issaabell can listen.

“Boyeh Daddy's. Ayok peyuk Mommy,” said Issabell laughed with joy. Hugged instead of happy, instead elbowed hard husband who was attached to his back.

“Searching for chance only!” bella grumbled with her pouting face.

The father and son conspiracy went well. Bella barely fiddled. Even she did not rebel and screamed as her husband revealed his pajama boss and pulled out his flat stomach.

“Mas!” bella protest.

Cunning bara, not losing his mind. The man made a voice and again made Issabell his tool.

“Icca, let's love that baby grandpa in Mommy's stomach,” he said, making Bella glare. Can only resign when Bara's burly hand and the tiny palm of Issabell rubbed his stomach alternately. Even Bara deliberately lowered his sleeping pants a little to be more free to enjoy his wife's stomach.

It was as if Bara was kissing that flat stomach feelingly. “Good there yeah, son. This is Daddy,” whispered Bara, slowly, trying to talk to her future son who is still hiding in Bella's womb.

Bella, who was still upset with her husband, threw away her face at her husband's whisper. It feels sicker. For some reason since she was pregnant she had difficulty tolerating her husband. Whatever comes out of her husband's lips sounds annoying. Always wanted to argue.

“Mas, can slide a little. It's sultry!” bella's snort, pushing her husband's body away. The tightness of Bara's hand made it difficult to breathe.

“Why you, Bell?” asked Bara, with her sad face. Although he tried to close his eyes and ears, but the rejection for the sake of rejection by Bella was enough to make him shaken even though he tried to cover up the reality.

“I'm sultry, Mas. Can Mas move to an empty room next door?”

“I don't want to, Bell. Shame on Mother.” Reasoned

Bara was surprised. Bella's words were no longer an ordinary rage. Bella's anger at him, never drove him out like this.

Glancing briefly at his sleeping daughter, Bara whispered softly again.

“Bell, can't forgive me?” bara asked, venturing tightly into his wife's tiny body. Breathe in the feminine scent that she misses so much.

They separated for only a few hours, but somehow the sense of loss was so great. In the past, he left Bella in Surabaya for almost two years. And there is not a taste like this. Whether with just a few months of living together, Bella was able to undermine the principles of her heart.

“I'm sorry,” he said again, moving Bella's long hair that had been scratched over her shoulders.

Bella did not reply, frozen stiffly enjoying Bara's treatment. To be honest, in one corner of her heart she still misses her husband. Want the sweet attitude of the man who is holding it from behind.

“We go back to Jakarta, yes. I still have a lot of work there,” coaxed Bara again, giving a light peck on Bella's shoulder

“Mas, let me stay in Surabaya. I want to stay here,” pinta Bella.

“No, I do not allow you,” unequivocally Bara.

“You are pregnant. I can't leave you alone here, Bell,” Bara continued.

“Mas, listen to me,” said Bella, breaking free from Bara's embrace. He chose to sit back. His left hand gently rubbed the back of Issabell who had been deeply disturbed because of his small movements.

“I want to calm down here. During pregnancy, I want to be near Mom,” explained Bella, looking at her husband who was laying his head on his lap spoiled.

“Then, what about me, Bell?” bara asked with his pot, approaching with Bella's stomach, peeling repeatedly there.

“Mas, let me and Icca stay here,” pinta Bella.

“I'm still not sure about our relationship,” explained Bella slowly.

Bara surprised. “Bell, don't be crazy. We'll have a baby soon. Don't talk about goodbye in front of the kids. They know nothing, they are innocent. If you feel like this is my fault, just throw me all your frustration, but don't make our child a victim.”

“Think kids. Don't be selfish.”

Bara's words had made Bella wake up, stroking her own stomach. He is quite mature and understands the direction of Bara's conversation, but at this time his disappointment has not healed properly. It takes time to heal his wounds. The past comes in alternating ways. From Rissa's troubles to ex-wives.

“I don't want to go back yet, Mom. Here I can rest in peace. After all, there's Mom who takes care of me here, Mas.”

“Bell, I beg you. I have to how do you want to come back?” tanya Bara, still persuading.

Bella shakes. “Sleep, Mas. I've been sleepy.”

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The morning sunburst began to enter the room past the white curtains. It radiated right towards the burly figure sleeping face down alone. The man could not sleep all night, after talking to his wife. Bara's persuasion has not been able to melt Bella's heart to come with him back to Jakarta.

In the courtyard of the house there was the sound of a little laugh of Issabell, who was running around accompanied by Bella and Rosmah's mother. Both are enjoying the morning air while sunbathing, stretching the muscles after a night of sleep.

Issabell who had been bathed looked beautiful in her pink dress ran to and fro, playing with Mr. Rudi who had just finished checking the condition of the car.

The warm atmosphere outside the house was suddenly startled by Bara's shout. The man came out of his room still with a waking look complete with shorts and a muffled t-shirt.

“Bell!”

“Bell!” bara shouted, looking for the whereabouts of his wife.

“Bell! Where are you?”

“Yes, Mas!” bella shouted no less loudly from the yard.

“Hush! Don't scream like that. Not polite. Take a look at your husband, it looks like he needs something,” Mother Rosma's advice, shaking his head. Seeing her daughter's attitude that sometimes delays on her husband.

Bella, according to him, immediately approached and found out.

“Yes, Mas. What's up?” ask Bella. Her husband was in the dining room.

“Bell, let's get ready. Kevin just called me, there's a problem with one of my projects. I had to go back to Jakarta,” pinta Bara, rushed up to her room back.

The man had just climbed the middle of the stairs as his body turned around, staring at his wife still not reacting.

Back running down and grabbing Bella's hand to come with her. “Come, Sweetheart,” invite Bara, hand-crank Bella in a hurry.

“Kevin has sent tickets for the four of us, including Mr. Rudi. Let's get ready,” Bara continued again.

“I still want to be here, Mas. Don't want to go back to Jakarta,” reject Bella. Instantly make Bara stop his steps.

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