Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 127. What happened to Rissa
Next day.
Bara sipped black coffee from the ceramic cup that the restaurant waiter had just served. Almost half an hour the man waited, sitting while enjoying the restaurant visitors who came in and out, alternately.
Seemed repeatedly he stared at the clock on his phone that seemed to run slowly. Indeed he deliberately came half an hour faster than the promise should be. To avoid traffic jams, such is the reason that the man is more willing to wait than stuck in the streets.
Sighing in a rough breath, again lifting the coffee cup for the umpteenth time. He had almost exhausted his patience, but he could not leave the promise he had made.
The last shred, the coffee was exhausted, left debris at the bottom of the cup. Just as the man's burly hand was waving towards a servant in a black white uniform, Bara's eyes suddenly caught the figure he was waiting for.
Roland, still in his work suit walked over to the table. The man still had time to wave his hand and smile at Bara.
Through her sexy secretary, Bara makes an appointment to meet Roland at this restaurant. And of course, Roland knew a little about what Bara would discuss with him. Certainly not a business discussion as it already is. Their cooperation contract has been discussed and there are no obstacles.
“Good afternoon, Bar,” greet Roland. He dropped his ass on the chair, right in front of Bara. The man was still trying to make small talk even though he knew Bara was holding back his anger after he made an unplanned mess and ended up with the stupor of a pregnant woman who could be sure it was Bara's wife.
“To the point only. Yesterday you came to my house and met my wife. What do you mean?” ask Bara.
Trying to act relaxed even though his heart was already turbulent when he saw Roland's face. Breathe in to calm himself down by linking his fingers on the table. He did not want his fingers to launch an uncontrollable attack.
“Your wife must have told you a lot.” Roland said, trying to string the words together to find the best sentence explained to his friend. The problem he wants to discuss is not an easy one. Not easy for him and of course also for the Bara family.
“Tell me. I want to hear it straight from your mouth,” unequivocally Bara.
“I'm the biological father of your daughter, Issabell Wirayudha,” Roland said, in the end. Slightly weakened as his lips pronounced the name Wirayudha. There was disappointment and displeasure, in Issabell flowed the blood of Danutirta but had to bear the name Wirayudha. The man whose full name was Roland Danutirta thought.
Of course Bara was provoked by emotion. Not not to accept the reality, but rather to dislike Roland's cowardice. Both Roland's irresponsible attitude towards Issabell and Rissa as well as Roland's attitude that used cowardly means to tell the truth.
A similar envelope, which he had shown to Bella, was again thrust upon Bara.
“This is a DNA test that says Issabell is my daughter.” Roland took out the evidence from the hospital. Which shows an indisputable fact.
Looking at the hospital headscarf on the envelope, Bara's anger overflowed. His memory is bright, his mind wanders.
“Don't kidnap Issabell some time ago have something to do with you!” tuding Bara, staring hard.
Roland's down. “I'm sorry,” whispered.
The hands that were holding each other on the table, were now clenched. Trying to hold back his anger.
“Then now ... after two more years. What do you want by approaching MY DAUGHTER?” bara asked, deliberately emphasizing my daughter's words in her sentence.
“You know how I fought to get Issabell. My sacrifice and my wife to make Issabell a Wirayudha, our daughter.” Bara said, his eyes flushed red, holding back the flogging in his heart.
“You know how sad he was when I first saw him,” continued Bara, recalling his first encounter with baby Issabell who did not even get a decent life.
“What are you coming for again?” ask Bara.
Roland was seen trying to restrain his embarrassment. He knew he was selfish to ask Issabell to be returned to him, when he had no rights whatsoever, other than his status as the biological father of the cute little girl. All this time, he was not responsible at all.
“Can share it for me too. I didn't ask him to come back. I just want her to also know me and my family,” pinta Roland, pleaded.
Brakk!
Bara's breaking the table. The cup and the platter immediately jumped up, slamming back on the table, making a loud clinking sound. Several pairs of visitors' eyes were focused on them after hearing a loud thud from Bara's desk.
“Why does this not know the shame, Land,” said Bara, still with clenched hands.
Looks like the man is weighing, what is necessary to tell the real incident to Bara. Long silent, at last the man had to open his own disgrace. Maybe it's better to get Bara's sympathy and be allowed to get to know his daughter.
“Everything started about three years ago ...." Roland stopped his sentence. His throat was choked, when he had to tell his own ugliness. The sin that sought to be hidden from the world and the house of his wife. Maybe now his wife can laugh from heaven. Laughing stupidity.
“A colleague introduced me to Rissa. It just so happens that he's also one of Rissa's subscriptions. Among my business partners, the name Rissa is quite famous,” continued Roland.
At that time my wife was just diagnosed with stage two uterine cancer. I'm in a lot of trouble. From the beginning accompany drinking, continue to bed,” story Roland, recall his bad times.
“I think, Rissa profession like that, surely she has been on guard not to get pregnant. I've paid him dearly, I certainly don't want to take risks and will eventually become a problem in the future. I've married. And of course I don't want to polygamy, let alone replace the diamond at home with a piece of iron that was thrown to and fro,” Roland explained.
Sounded Bara sighed, still listening carefully. He was not surprised, he had even known for a long time how Rissa behaved. As soon as he set foot back in Jakarta, Rissa's news was the first thing Kevin reported to her.
“About two months later, Rissa came to me and asked me to take responsibility for her pregnancy,” Roland said.
“Of course I refused. She slept with a lot of men every day. Make it his primary job. Of course I refused. I can't possibly sacrifice my household to po’lacur like Rissa, even though I don't have children yet and my wife is also sick,” Roland explained.
“So you gave up your responsibilities?” cut Bara.
“Not really! I gave her money, even I still paid her to give birth even though I never saw her again,” Roland replied.
Bara smiled wryly.
“Shouldn't you be able to do a DNA test when Issabell was born, make sure it's your daughter or not.” Bara pointed out.
Roland nodded.
“Yes, but Rissa gave me a hard choice. She was just willing to meet me with her daughter and do a DNA test if I'm willing to marry her.”
“And you know, right? I can't possibly marry her. Even though I wasn't married back then, I didn't want to marry a woman like Rissa,” Roland explained.
“And since then, Rissa cut off her relationship with me, no more contact. Closing access to meet with my daughter,” Roland continued.
“I don't even know that now, she's your daughter, Bar. I've been too busy taking care of my wife's late. Until last year my wife left,” continued Roland again.
It looked as though Roland was sighing repeatedly.
“And just a while ago, Rissa called me again. I asked to come see him. He told me everything about Issabell. Including his relationship with you,” Roland's story.
Bara held his seat, still fixated on hearing the explanation for Roland's explanation.
“After considering everything ... let alone I am not tied to anyone, after the death of my wife. I finally decided to meet Rissa behind bars,” Roland's story.
Roland's words this time were enough to make Bara flinch. After a long time he was out of touch with Rissa, even his sister-in-law never appeared in his life and Bella. The information Roland had conveyed was enough to shock him.
“Mak ... sudmu how?” bara asked stammered, still not sure of his hearing.
“Rissa is now on hold? You mean jail?” ask Bara.
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To be continued
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