Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 140. Mas, sick?

Bara smiled, clenched his hand to his wife. "I love you, Bella Cantika. Sweet girl who filled my life in the last ten years."

"The wife who will accompany me for the rest of my life. I love you."

Bella's consciousness is still in disarray. Bara's sudden, unexpected statement made the pregnant woman surprised. It took some time to calm his racing heart, not a crackle like the galloping of a horse's legs in a race.

“Mas ...”

Finally Bella made a sound, after adjusting her breath. The happy feeling of course dominates in between the question marks as Bara expresses her feelings so suddenly, making her soar into the air.

“What Dear?” asked Bara in a spoiled voice and smiled sweetly. The hand was not just grasping, now even linking fingers to each other. Eyes looked at each other as if talking in silence.

“What is not feeling well? Mas sick?” bella asked, looking at her husband, eroding the distance. His head stretched forward looking at Bara's face up close.

“I'm fine, Bell. I'm healthy,” Bara said, smiling.

The man's laughter almost broke. Wanted to laugh as his netra caught his wife's strange mimicry. His conviction says Bella is gathering confidence in his statement that may not have been well received by his wife.

“Sorry, Bell. All this time you've been waiting. I failed and it wasn't easy for me. The pain is still looming.”

“Thank you for still faithfully standing beside me until this second,” Bara said. The man smiled, slowly peeling the back of his wife's hand.

The sweet attitude that he had never received directly from the husband, immediately made the smooth cheeks like marble was met with red and restrained the shame.

“Mas."

“Hmmm” murmured Bara.

The man was no less happy to see his wife's timid attitude. Bella has always been that way with him. Embarrassed, but that attitude even looks adorable in Bara's eyes.

Still staring at each other as the waiter asked for permission to serve the food Bara had previously ordered.

“Excuse me,” greet the waiter, throw a smile because feeling bad has disrupted the activities of both. Bara who felt awkward, hurriedly released his hand grip, rubbing his met face. Shame that ambushed suddenly. He felt back to High School again, like he first fell in love, a million.

All this time he tried to suppress his own feelings, not wanting to be too washed away, and carried away by the taste. Worried about the wounds that hit him when the love ended up re-injured. Call it a coward or a crybaby, but for him who has been betrayed will not be easy to pass all.

“Spend your meal, Bell,” Bara's edict, encourage Javanese fried noodles that he ordered specifically for the wife. He himself chose food in the form of rice with his favorite Betawi soto. Blood can be blaster, eyeballs can be blue, skin can be reddish white, but the tongue remains the tongue of the archipelago. His taste remains Indonesia.

“Yes, Mas. I thought about Icca. I left it too long. I was going to take her with me, but I was afraid she would be troublesome. I don't feel good about Kailla,” Bella cerocos, rolling up the noodles with her fork and putting them in her mouth.

Bara just nodded. The man was busy sipping soto soup without hearing clearly again the ravings of his wife. He was already too hungry, skipping his lunch in order to catch time so he could pick up Bella as soon as possible. Remembering the figure of Ricko who could be stalking his wife at any time. The jealousy in Ricko has reached the level of ingrained and not in place anymore.

“Eat, Bell. After this we return,” said Bara, looking up for a moment. After that, he was busy with the food in front of him.

“Bell, how's Mom doing?” bara asked suddenly, opening the conversation again.

“Mother good. It's just that these two days Mother did not contact me,” said Bella seemed to just stir the edges of the plate. Playing noodles, rolling with a fork.

“Why not eat, Bell? You're not hungry?” ask Bara again, frowning in astonishment.

“I'm full. Just make you, Mas,” said Bella, pushing her plate into the middle of the table.

“Why?” bara asked, thrusting her spoon containing soto rice into Bella's mouth.

“You want sotoku rice?” bargain Bara, after seeing Bella devour a spoonful of food that she just fed.

Bella refused again.

“Mas, I think about Mom. Do we have to hide or be frank with Mom about Rissa?” bella asked, linking her fingers to the table, looking closely at her husband to wait for an answer.

“Not to think about. I'll find the best way out. Focus on your pregnancy only.”

“Ya, Mas.”

Bella closed her mouth, letting her husband finish the food. They must return home immediately, not until Issabell waits too long. Before long, Bara had emptied all the dishes on the table. Tidying back the spoon and fork, after which gulp down the water provided in the glass.

“Let's go home now,” Bara said. The man was just about to stand up, but suddenly from the direction of the entrance came a handsome figure who later filled their days.

“Bar," said Roland who suddenly entered the same restaurant. He did not expect to meet Bara and his wife here.

“Wah! It's finished like. I'm late,” chirps Roland, smilingly looking at the empty plate on the table.

“Yes. From anywhere, Land?” bara asked, immediately approached Bella, clutching her hand tightly.

“I happen to pass. I bought a house near here,” Roland said casually.

Hearing the answer of his friend and client, Bara swallowed the saliva. Shift his eyes at the seemingly ordinary wife.

“Mommy Icca, how are you?” roland asked, turning his gaze to the beautiful-looking pregnant woman this afternoon. Long hair draped in a simple pregnant dress and a thin make-up sweep.

“Good news.” Bella answered briefly, then looked down. Not wanting to see the man who often stalked him behind this. Worried that her husband will think no. Moreover, he could feel for himself the grip of Bara's hand that was getting tighter.

“Icca doesn't come with you, Bar?” asked Roland again, circulating his gaze.

“No. Coincidentally I want to spend time alone with my wife,” Bara said, changing to embrace Bella's shoulders tightly as if deliberately showing off intimacy with his wife.

“Bar, if you don't mind. Can I meet with Icca again?” asked Roland, looking at the married couple in front of him alternately.

“Bigger! He pretended to be polite. Usually, every meet Icca play just come. This time pretending to ask permission first,” umpat Bara in heart.

“Later I'll let you know, Land. I'll say goodbye, yes.” Bara immediately took his wife away from the restaurant. He did not want to linger in front of this man. Bara did not trust Roland, let alone the man's gaze being seen once inviting something while secretly stealing a look at his wife.

However, Bara's steps stopped changing emotions that almost exploded upon hearing Roland and his wife's interaction.

“Sorry, Bell. Please say hello to Mas for Icca,” Roland said, stopping the steps of the husband and wife who just passed by.

“Tell Icca, Mas will buy her a bigger Hello Kitty doll, according to Mas' promise yesterday,” continued Roland smiled cunningly.

“Mas?” re Bara, looking intently at his wife.

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