Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 136. Mommy from my son

Morning activities in the Barata Wirayudha family, as usual all family members are busy with breakfast in the morning. A seafood fried rice menu with beef eye eggs. Bella seemed busy putting an apron over Issabell's school uniform so as not to spill food. Moreover, in the past week, the little girl had started to learn to eat by herself.

“Mas,” call Bella, extend her hand asking for an empty plate in front of her husband.

Deftly Bella filled the white ceramic plate with fried rice and a piece of egg.

“Quite this, Mas?” bella asked, thrusting a plate that was already filled.

“Already, Bell. Don't be too much. I want to diet,” said Bara, immediately make Bella offended. Staring at his own stomach that was starting to come out, emerging from behind his negligee.

After making sure the husband and his son's breakfast is ready, then Bella prepares her breakfast ration. The breakfast event was only filled with small talk occasionally teasing Issabell who was so enthusiastic because it was smart to eat alone.

“Try you see, Bell,” whispered Bara, staring at Issabell who was engrossed in gouging yellow eggs on his plate. Bara had finished his breakfast, left waiting for his wife and daughter.

Bella looked at her side. Issabell had been painstakingly using plastic spoons and forks in both hands. Repeatedly spooning the egg, but not yet into her tiny mouth, the egg fell repeatedly.

“Come, Mommy auxiliary,” bargain Bella, intends to take over.

“No, Mommy. Mawu sendili,” reject Issabell, bring the spoon and fork away.

“Leave it, Bell. Let him do it himself,” Bara said, cupping his hands together on the table.

Both of them were still smiling at the busy behavior of Issabell himself with food splattered on the table.

“Bell, today I came home late from usual, yes,” Bright Bara, suddenly.

Bara who later always came home on time, certainly makes Bella surprised. Her focus shifted to her husband. “Indeed there is a problem in the office, Mas?” bella asked frowning.

“No, I have to go to Bogor. Review the project there. Regular, monthly survey,” clear Bara.

“Mas with Mr Rudi?” bella asked, turning to look at Issabell.

Bara seems to be thinking, wanting to bring the driver but Bella needs him to take her daughter.

“I can bring my own car, Mas. After all, the school is close,” said Bella, giving way out.

“Your stomach still fits tucked behind the steering wheel?” bara asked, half jokingly, but the question asked was also serious.

“Mas!” grumbled Bella upset. The more he gets here, Bara often rubs his stomach.

“I'm serious, Bell,” said Bara still had a smile.

“Ya. Today I allow you to bring your own car, but tomorrow-tomorrow do not hope,” broke Bara, forced to give permission because there is no other choice.

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The couple separated in the yard. Bara carried Issabell and sat his daughter in the passenger seat. Don't forget to give a kiss on the little girl's forehead.

“Smart learning, yes,” said Bara, while pairing the seatbelt on Issabell's body.

“Pamit with Daddy, Ca,” pinta Bella, is looking for a comfortable position with both hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Bye, Daddy,” chattering Issabell, waving his hand.

The cup! Bara gave back the kiss on both cheeks of the little girl's puffer. Soon after, a handsome man in a navy blue suit, circled the car and opened the driver's door. Her smile grew as she looked at Bella who was sitting behind the wheel with her big belly.

“Be careful bring his car.” Bara reminded, slightly bowed and kissed his wife's stomach.

“Already, Mas. I used to take a car from before marriage. Mas don't overdo it,” protest Bella.

“Custom, Mom. I'll take care of it, Mas. Icca is late.” Bella was about to pull back the car door, but was held back by Bara's leg. The man still hasn't allowed it.

“I have not taken my allotment, Bell,” Bara said, giving the same kiss on his wife's forehead before parting ways.

“Do not speed. I tipped my hero,” said Bara, winking his eyes teasing the wife.

The car rushes out of the grounds of Bara's house, with Bella turning left, heading to Icca school and Rudi turning right, sliding towards the main highway that will bring his employer into the toll, preparing to slide Bogor.

Before long, Bella's car arrives at Issabell's school. Deliberately parking her car outside the school building, because she did not want to queue into the school grounds for too long, Bella chose to lead her daughter to walk into the school.

“Ca, Mommy goes straight home, yes. So obedient child yes, dear,” said Bella, bowing and peeping her daughter's two cheeks before handing her over to the teacher who was standing guard at the entrance.

The pregnant woman still had time to wave her hand, before turning back to her car. Bella did not suspect anything at all, when she re-entered the car and drove the four-wheeled vehicle back home.

However, when he was about to get into the compound of his house, Bella felt something strange with her car. Stopped his car by the side of the road, and rushed down. Sure enough, one of the front car tires flattened and completely ran out of wind.

“Aduh!” bella grunts, looking around, looking for someone who can help her replace her tires with spare tires. Before long, a car stopped right behind his car. Bella, who was still standing on her waist, looked at the tires of the car, not realizing at all. Until the sound of a masculine voice that was already very familiar in his ears.

“Good morning, Mommy Icca.”

Hearing that, Bella was surprised. Turning to look at the handsome man in a plain blue shirt. The hand of a shirt rolled up to the arm, indicating the man named Roland was not being hunted for time to go to the office.

“Morning," said Bella, sharing her friendly smile. Although her heart was thin, she was ambushed by guilt because she remembered the advice her husband gave her last night.

“Your car is problematic?” roland asked again, smilingly looking at the front tire of the car, which had run out of wind.

“Ya ... uh ... Mr. Roland,” said Bella, with a thousand awkward feelings. During this time he had never called out the name of a foreign man who suddenly became close to his life and Bara just because of the blood relationship between their daughter, Issabell and Roland.

“Where is the tire instead? I will help you,” Roland said. The smiling man looked at Bella with his big belly.

“Under Pak's car,” said Bella, walking to the back and pointing to the bottom of her car, the place where Pajero Sport's spare tire was stored.

With a smile, Roland said. “Don't call, sir,” pinta Roland, before crouching down and making sure the spare tire position is hidden.

Before long, with the tools that are always ready in the car, Roland managed to lower and replace the tire for Bella. There was a sense of awkwardness and unpleasantness, when Bella saw for herself Roland's hands and clothes that were dirty because of her actions.

“Thank you, Sir. Sorry to be troublesome,” said Bella, feeling unwell. Immediately take the wet wipes from inside the car and hand them to Roland.

“Once again sorry, sir,” said Bella, slowly.

“Call Mas only,” Roland error, smile while grabbing a wet tissue from Bella's hand.

Deg—

Bella was stunned, staring at Roland almost in disbelief. The man looked ordinary, without feeling anything strange about his words.

As soon as Roland finished cleaning both of his hands, the man raised his gaze and met Bella's beautiful eye bead.

“It's okay. You're not someone else. You're Mommy Icca. Mommy from my son,” bright Roland who understood the meaning of the frown on Bella's forehead.

The two were standing staring at the side of the road, unaware that someone was taking a photo of the two from across the street.

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