Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 112. Following To Jakarta

“Did you get married when you didn't know Bara didn't love you? Then why would you marry her? Why do you want to be his wife? Not a wife on paper. You really are Bara's wife. So far, she's pregnant with her child too. Why are we having trouble with love now.” Rosmah's mother said with annoyance.

Bella nodded on the spot.

“So I mean Mom, I don't deserve to be loved?” ask Bella, down.

The debate between Bella and Ms. Rosmah came to a standstill, when a housekeeper handed Ms. Rosmas phone that rang since then. The phone was left in the kitchen while preparing breakfast.

“Bara ...," said Ms. Rosmah, hanging. He turns on the speaker so Bella can hear.

“Yes, what's up, son?” greet Mother Rosmah.

“Bu, my wife where? I called him in the morning, but he didn't take my call at all."

“She is here with mom is enjoying breakfast.”

"Want to talk to him?” ask Rosmah again.

“He hears you now.” Rosmah's mother put the phone on the table next to Bella.

“Bell, how are you doing this morning?” ask Bara.

“Good, Mas,” said Bella while feeding fried rice to the mouth of Issabell.

The little girl rode up to Bella's lap when she heard Bara's voice coming out of the cell phone.

“Daddy ... *D*addy ...,” say hello Issabell close the lips on the phone.

“Ya, Baby. You don't be naughty. Daddy's going there tonight. What do Icca want to bring?” ask Bara.

“Doll, Daddy,” says Issabell quickly.

“Mas, again where?” bella asked cut the conversation.

“I'm in the office, Bell. Early in the morning, go straight to the office. There's some work I need to finish so that by noon I can fly to see you.”

“What do you want to bring, Bell?” ask Bara.

“Nothing, Mas. What time does it get to Surabaya?” ask again. Hearing Bara's voice and arrival, there was a warm feeling that enveloped her heart. Although upset with her husband, but Bara attention lately, quite shake the hardness of his heart.

“Completed work office,” Bara said.

The conversation between the two stopped. From where Bara also did not hear any more sounds, only whispers of voices people were chatting. About a minute later, the sound finally came back.

“Bell, later I will call you, yes,” Bara said, suddenly.

“Good, Mas,” said Bella briefly, but had not had time for the call to be interrupted, Bella caught the voice of Bara calling someone.

“Love ...." Bara's greeting to someone was interrupted as the telephone connection died.

Bella who was still stunned in her seat, looked teary-eyed. Love's words danced back in his brain. It is not that he does not know clearly who Love said Bara.

“What's up, Bell?” ask Rosmah's mother in wonder. Suddenly his daughter was crying in silence.

“Mas Bara,” sobs Bella, becomes crybaby instantly.

“Yes. What's wrong with your husband?” ask Rosmah, curious.

“Mas Bara again met with his ex-wife, Mbak Brenda, Mom,” explained Bella with a soft tone.

Rosmah's mother smiled, trying to expose her wisely. He also did not want his daughter to be disappointed, hurt, let alone cry while pregnant like this. However, Bella needs to be hardened to soften her hardness of heart. For some reason since she got pregnant, Bella's not like her. No more understanding Bella, judging everything by feeling. Change Bella who is always emotional and make decisions in a hurry.

“For what jealousy, Bell. After all, you will be separated from your husband. Just leave it.. There will definitely be other women who will take care of it. He is still dashing, surely many want him out there,” said Mother Rosma still trying to resuscitate her daughter.

“Sick, Mom. Where there is a wife who welcomes her husband with another woman.”

The tears were soaring and flowing down again, getting louder and unstoppable. Her heart ached thinking that Bara was with Brenda when she was pregnant with her husband's child.

“Yes, but I can't take it yet, Bu.”

“If still dear, retained. If you are still in love, fight. Don't follow your ego, Bell.”

“Try you thought, you let your husband return to Jakarta alone. And now he's free, like a bachelor back. He wants to sleep with any woman, sleep with any girl, no one knows.”

“Bu, don't talk like that," grumbled Bella in between her tears.

Issabell, who had heard without understanding the situation, could only hug her mommy spoiled. Every now and then the little girl wiped away Bella's tears.

“Mommy, howling,” whispers. The tiny hand hugged Bella's waist and rested her head on Bella's chest.

“Mother just gave you a picture, Bell. Don't selfish. If you still love her, go home. Take good care of your husband. The man can also be tired, if his struggle always fails.”

“Also if you parted only in the mouth, what are you like this for. If you are serious about parting, don't cry. Just let your husband meet anyone. After all, you're going to split up. If just looking for attention, I think it is enough Bara shows his attention and responsibility to you.”

“You want him to do what?” ask Rosmah's mother.

Silently, Bella pondered long sentences containing housekeeping advice from her mother.

“Then want his love, fight. You have the right to fight for her, because you are her legal wife. Don't let another woman fight for her, Bell."

“Your husband is loyal, he just hasn't been able to open himself because of his past wounds. Do not let others heal his wounds,” advice Mother Rosmah.

“You are his wife, you are the mother of his child. Maybe your destiny should be to marry a man who has such a complicated past. Then you want to give up? What is that baby in your stomach?” mother Rosmah asked, still trying to resuscitate her daughter.

“It still hurts, Bu.” Bella said softly.

“Just think about how you felt when you died. How you felt at that time. And now you want to make your son enjoy that feeling.”

The old woman gave a rough sigh. “Icca, let's play with Oma,” invite Mother Rosma, bring down her grandson from Bella's lap and give time for her daughter to think.

“All those households must have their own problems. It's just .. It depends on each person willing to take issue or secretly solve it. Facing or running from problems,” said Ibu Citra, while guiding Issabell out of the dining room.

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Bella was already in the car, disopiri Pak Rudi headed to the airport. He deliberately entrusted Issabell to his mother in Surabaya. In this kind of hurry, carrying Issabell would only make it a hassle.

He was chasing a morning flight, so he could get to Jakarta as soon as possible. However, arriving at the airport fate said another, the morning flight was full and he had to be willing to wait for the next flight.

It was already imagined in his mind the boredom and fatigue that would be in his natural waiting room.

If only Mr. Rudi was still waiting at the airport parking lot, Bella chose to go home and cancel his departure.

While stepping into the waiting room, Bella accidentally bumped into someone.

Brucks.

A fairly strong collision made his phone fall apart. Bella, who was focused on replying to her mother's message, did not pay attention to her path. It was just about to nag, but that apologetic masculine voice made him lift a glance.

“Sorry,” said the man in casual clothes, carrying a backpack on his shoulder. Another man tailed not far behind him, handing over Bella's shattered phone.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry. My people will change your phone,” said the man with the latest output sunglasses one of the famous brands.

“Matt, please help with urgency. I'm afraid not to be hunted .. I have to catch a flight to England,” pinta man whose good looks like a drop of the Greek God. Rushing away, the handsome man leaves Bella with another known man named Matt.

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