Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 129. The love grows

Next day.

The little squeak of a bird while flapping its wings around its golden cage hanging from the ceiling of the terrace of the house. The melodious chirping repeatedly flowed like a symphony ready to welcome the morning. Plus the gurgling sound of small fish pond water right on the side terrace that has just been made, adding to the beautiful sound of welcoming the morning.

Yes, due to the request of their little girl who suddenly likes koi fish, Bara makes Issabell fish pond exactly as the princess wants. The pool is tanned with water draining from artificial rocks. There were three white fish with reddish irregular spots, dancing in the clear water.

The small Bara family had just started their day with breakfast, a simple plain bread menu with a variety of jams and chocolate-studded margarine Issabell's favorite mess.

“Bell, I'm going to the office now,” farewell, standing up while sliding the seat back slowly after finishing the last feed.

Bella still helped Issabell finish the piece of bread on the plate just looking up, handing her cheeks and forehead to eat her husband's lips as usual.

“Yes, Mas,” says Bella, enjoy the soft sweep of her husband's lips.

Without delivering to the door, Bara left for the office alone without being disopiri Pak Rudi.

Bella's days since returning to Jakarta, can be said to be peaceful. There is no shadow of the past that had continued to block their household ark. Later, the Big Dipper can be fairly calm drove along the current.

Bella is busy with pregnancy and taking care of her little daughter and Bara is busy with her work and projects. Since Bella got pregnant, you could say the work Bara more solid.

Like today, even Bara had to enjoy work even though it was a weekend. Bara's black sports car just rolled out of his residence. Not long after it appeared an Alphard of the same color, barging in without excuse to the courtyard of the house.

Not yet had the security that guarded the gate closed the fence of the house, suddenly from the right side of the road sliding black car made the guard in black uniform relented. Let the vehicle slide and stop right in front of it.

“Good morning, Sir,” said, tapping the driver's side car window.

The driver immediately lowered the glass. “Pak Roland wants to meet Mr. Bara,” he explained smiling, his thumb pointing to the back seat. Looks like a man in a black shirt, oriental-faced sat down casually. The man was still wearing sunglasses, sitting with his hands folded.

“Sorry, Sir. Mr. Bara has just come out,” is obviously home security.

“Wah ... how Mr?” the driver who was still holding the wheel with both hands looked back to ask his employer for an opinion.

The man was stunned for a moment. Unlock the sunglasses hanging on his nose and keep them in the shirt pocket.

“Then, we return ... sa ...” The sentence was not resolved when the net won the figure of Bella who came out of the main door while holding the hands of Issabell.

A warm feeling infiltrated, filling the recesses of his heart. Just by looking from a distance alone, the father's instincts that had never been lured out of him suddenly broke through the limits of his common sense. Without giving a definitive answer, Roland stepped down from his car.

“Good morning, Madam. Sorry to interrupt the morning,” greet Roland, smile.

This time the man looked up at Bella. Unlike their first meeting, Roland focused more on his little daughter.

Bella nodded without a sound. “Sorry, Mas Bara is in the office today. It just so happens that there is work,” explains Bella without being asked.

Since Roland's arrival, which ended with Bella's entry into the hospital, Bara had already told his wife a lot. All things from his relationship with Roland as well as Rissa's story, nothing was covered up. And when Bella was reunited with Roland, she was already able to master her circumstances.

“Yes, the guard at the gate had told him earlier,” Roland said, turning to look at Issabell who grasped tightly Bella's hand.

That meaningful clingy look until it finally makes Issabell careless. The man's knees had just bent, kneeling so that they could align with his little daughter.

“Hai, Beautiful girl,” greet Roland, pat the head of Issabell.

“Ya, Dear.” Bella tried to calm down. Tucking both hands under Issabell's armpits, lifting the tiny body up in his arms.

“Om is good really, dear,” persuaded Bella, quite understand with the rejection of Issabel on foreign men who stared expectantly to touch Issabell. Seen from the trembling hand hesitated about to wipe the tiny back in front of him.

Seeing how tightly wrapped around Issabell's neck, Bella understood enough that Issabell still did not want to give any gap at all.

“Sorry, sir, it seems Icca has not been approached,” said Bella, feeling bad. Bara did ask her to allow Roland to approach Issabell, but if her daughter refused, Bella could do nothing.

“Oh yes, there is an important requirement with Mas Bara?” ask Bella. Back to the original topic.

“Not very important. Coincidentally I will fly to Surabaya, all of you stop by.” Roland explained. His gaze was still not shifting, the little girl who was struggling spoiled inside his mommy sling.

“Sorry disturb. I guess Bara doesn't work on holidays,” continued Roland, starting to feel bad. He understands enough, actually not worth visiting so early especially the host is not there. Fear will be a misunderstanding.

Bella nodded. “If it is important, I can contact Mas Bara and ask him to go home,” said the young mother.

“No. I just stopped by for a second. Can't take long.”

The man looked frozen, again staring in the same direction. Issabell's back with braid hair. Realizing that, Bella tried to help.

“Icca, this Om turned out to have a Hello Kitty doll also in his house. Big,” story Bella with funny made-up accent. Sontak made Issabell's attention distracted.

Hurriedly lifted her head off Bella's shoulders. “Yes, Mommy?” ask Issabell to make sure.

“Ya, Dear.” Bella rubbed her daughter's head slowly.

“Mawu kitty,” pinta Issabell.

“Let's ask Daddy to buy a big hello kitty, like Om's. Want?” bargain Bella.

“Mau," said Icca.

“If you want, let's meet with Om,” persuade Bella. Heard her mommy's words. Issabell leaned back spoiled, tightening her arms around Bella's neck. The little girl shook her head hard.

“No,” screech slowly.

Roland had just watched and quietly watched the interaction of the two. Hearing the rejection of her biological daughter, there was a strange sense of sneaking in her heart.

Since knowing the truth from Rissa, plus the test results from the hospital, slowly the sense of regret on Issabell grew. Especially since then, his days are filled with funny photos of Issabell sent by his man almost every time. Filling the empty place in his heart that left his late wife.

“Thank you,” whispered Roland, turning his eyes on Bella. The pregnant woman was coaxing and kissing Issabell. There was warmth running through his heart, when he saw the sight of the mother and child so close.

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