Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 132. Asking to meet with grandchildren
Bara came home more afternoon than usual, carrying fruit ordered by his wife. With a happy smile, look for the whereabouts of Bella who spent some of her time accompanying Issabell.
As soon as his feet stepped onto the side porch, his neutrality caught a sight that so warmed his heart. If the household is this happy, maybe he will quickly heal from the wounds of the past. It will not be too late with all the pain he felt while with Brenda.
“Bell,” greet Bara, lifting the milky white pouch on the right hand, deliberately showing it to Bella.
His wife was standing in the middle of the green grass, rubbing her stomach while watching Issabell running after the butterflies accompanied by her caretaker.
“Mas is home? How fast?” ask Bella, walk over.
The end of his negligee waved in the afternoon breeze. The stomach was printed clearly, rounded as it moved against the direction of the blowing baby.
“I brought you your order. Didn't you ask to buy rujak fruit.” Bara. Spontaneously the burly hand swept across his wife's stomach, smilingly waiting for the little kick he so missed.
“My son hasn't moved yet?” tanya Bara, rubbing the area of the belly enlarged, fishing for their baby kicking.
Bella shakes. Grabbing the parcel from her husband's hand in the spirit of four and five, she opened the fruit wrap and sat on the garden chair while enjoying.
“Maybe later it will feel more movement, now it is still very rare,” said Bella, piercing a piece of young mango with a toothpick prepared with fresh fruit pieces.
Seeing Bella eating voraciously, Bara shuddered. “Not acidic?” tanya Bara, swallow. The salivary is pouring out in his mouth.
“It's delicious, Mas. Want to try?” bargain Bella, thrusting pieces of pineapple fruit.
“No, I don't like,” Reject Bara.
The two of them sat down, looking in the same direction, Issabell. The little girl was running around with her little laugh. So happy, no burden.
“Being kids is so fun,” said Bara slowly.
There was a sense of sadness to see Issabell's cheerful face. The little girl did not know that her biological mother was in custody. I don't know what would happen if one day Issabell knew the truth and knew what his mother's past was like. Not imagined at all, how disappointed Issabell if it happened.
“Bell, how do we plan to send Icca to school? You don't mind?” ask Bara, divert the conversation.
“What's not too small, Mas. Icca has only been two years. Poor,” said Bella, since the beginning he opposed the initial intention of Bara who wanted to register Issabell to the Kiddy Club.
“It's not actually a school. It is more like socializing with the outside world, getting along with other children and obviously teaching children to be more independent and responsible in themselves. Does not depend on parents and caretakers.”
“But I am still not satisfied with Icca,”, Bella said.
“You will soon give birth. Your attention will automatically be split. By attending school also makes him not feel neglected when you focus more on his sister,” explained Bara.
“We will find the best school, where one class with several accompanying teachers and does not accommodate many students,” continued Bara.
“I'm up to Mas only.” Bella finally gave up. Not wanting to argue and interfere too far with Bara's decision.
“I want to start now ... Icca used to sit and eat alone at the dining table. Not being fed as usual,” pinta Bara, looking at her daughter who was still running around.
“Start teaching Icca responsible. Starting from a small thing, Bell,” Bara said again.
Bella has since just nodded, neither protesting nor rebutting.
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A week after the husband-and-wife talk, Issabell was finally admitted to the International School which is not too far from his home. Bella's daily life is also increasing. Every morning, Issabell would drive to school and pick up her little daughter four hours later.
Like this morning, the car that Mr. Rudi drove into the school yard after showing the Student Pick Up Card in security at the front gate. Exactly at ten, usually Issabell was already sitting in line at the school hall, to wait for their invitation to come.
Bella who was still grasping the Student Pick Up Card while walking into the lobby was suddenly intercepted by a man.
“Sorry before,” greet a man who is very familiar with his voice.
As she turned around, Bella was surprised to realize Roland was greeting her. The man was seen alone standing near the crowd of parents who were about to pick up their sons.
“Sorry troublesome. Can I ask for a minute?” roland asked, staring at his daughter who was sitting on the floor with her friends waiting for an invitation.
“Someone I want to talk about,” she explained slowly.
“Here only. I can't stay long. I'm afraid Icca is crying to see me. Anyway I do not feel good if it was discovered Mas Bara,” explained Bella, circulating her views. Since marrying Bara, there have been many things she learned. Including being careful, do not let one take a stance that can impact on his household.
Roland bowed.
“Sorry, I have been to your husband before, but Bara's response was not very good. He asked me to stay away from my own daughter. In a sense, do not see Icca too often. I even just found out that Icca has been schooled.”
“Ya, just this week,” says Bella, not quiet. If Roland met her at home, he could reason with her husband. However, meeting outside like this, he was worried that Bara misunderstood. Moreover, she knew clearly how her husband was.
“I've tried to see Icca here several times, but the school won't let me see her. Even my car just can't get into the school yard, ” Roland explained, pointing to his car parked on the side of the road.
His car is not registered in the school administration, it is only natural that he cannot enter. Let alone Roland's car, Bara's car just can't get in, if picked up by sports car. Only one car is registered and can enter and exit the school environment.
But Roland was happy, Bara sent Issabell to this school. Although he could not meet his daughter freely, but his daughter was safe here. Even to enter the grounds alone, Roland had to leave an identifier in the security post.
“What's up?” ask Bella again.
Roland sighed violently, heavy to say. However, the last road he could take was through Bella. Hopefully, the woman is willing to help him.
“My mom is very sick. Now he is hospitalized in Surabaya and he knows the story of Icca. He asked to meet his grandson , Icca,” Roland's story.
Deg—
Bella was silent, unable to answer. It is not his authority to decide whether or not he can. Her husband has the right to give her permission or to refuse.
“I also can't do anything,” said Bella bowed.
“I've tried to talk to Bara, but your husband balked,” Roland explained.
“Can ...."
“I'll try to talk to Mas Bara, but I don't promise,” cut Bella, step towards the reception desk guarding the open lobby of the Issabell school building. Hand over the Student Pick Up Card to the sweet girl standing guard there.
Before long, a call was heard through the microphone.
“Issabell Wirayudha,” call the receptionist girl over the loudspeaker.
A few minutes later, a helper demands a little girl who is no longer crying like the first day of school and hands her over to Bella.
Roland's stuck. Just hearing the name Wirayudha embedded in his daughter's name alone, there was a sense of disappointment in himself, but the disappointment did not last long. Her feelings warmed up when she saw Issabell hugging Bella and chattering happily.
“Icca has been able to tidy up her own shoes, Mom,” explained Helper told the progress of Issabell, before finally saying goodbye to take care of other students.
“Good job, babe,” praise Bella, bend down, align her height with the princess' height.
Roland who was standing not too far away, suddenly approached. “Hai sweet girl. Om bring Hello Kitty doll to Icca,” he said, trying to attract the attention of Issabell.
“Mau?” he asked again, crouching right in front of Issabell.
This time Issabell's response was friendly. Despite not answering, the little girl nodded shyly.
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