Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 145: The greeting in the morning

As soon as Issabell and her nanny were taken down, Bella soon followed her mother who was being treated at the hospital. The feeling is much calmer when you see for yourself the condition of Mother Rosmah who has awakened even though she still looks pale and weak.

“Bu,” greet Bella, hugging tightly the body of Mother Rosma who is still lying in the hospital gurney.

“Bell, you're coming. When did you arrive?” mother Rosmah asked, still looking limp.

“Your husband is not coming?” he asked again, looking towards the entrance of the treatment room.

“Mas Bara is not coming, Mom. I came here with Icca and her nanny,” replied Bella, pulling up a chair and sitting by the bed.

“How is Mom doing? Why did it come to this?” bella asked, clasping Mom Rosmas old hand. Waiting for my mother to tell me.

“Kakmu ... Rissa ...” Mother Rosm's voice choked. Steady to hold his stuffing. Recalling the information conveyed by unknown people. It all looks so real, there are no lies there.

“Is it true that your sister was detained in Jakarta?” Rosmah's mother rubbed her claustrophobic chest every time she remembered the story someone told her on her phone.

Deg— Bella gulps. Not knowing to be honest or keep lying at a time like this.

“How can mother know? Who told him?” ask Bella astonished.

Rosmah's mother shook her head. “There was a call to Mom's phone, sending her messages and photos while in custody, but when she contacted her, the person did not want to take Mom's call,” she explained slowly as she sobbed.

“Say Bell. Honest to Mom. You also need to know what really happened. It's been too long, too much that you guys cover from Mom,” ask Mother Rosmah again.

“Already Mom. Rissa's sister is fine, no need to think about it. Most importantly, you need to be healthy. I'll take you to see Rissa.”

“So..the news is true Bell?” ask again, no power to hold back. The cry broke with Bella's nod of the head. At first, even though her belief was that it was true, she still wished that Bella would shake her head and say no.

“Yes Lord, Rissa.” Rosmah's mother was speechless, just squeezing her chest, closing her eyes. There's a lot of collecting sense. As a mother, finding her beloved daughter at this low point is like her destruction and failure to educate her child.

“What's wrong Mother Bell, why did Rissa arrive like this,” she said in tears.

The pregnant woman immediately got up and hugged her mother to calm down. Not having the heart to see his mother blame herself for what happened to her brother.

“This is not Mom's fault, maybe this is a God-ordered path so that Rissa's sister is aware. Don't worry, Rissa is fine. I saw it for myself,” said Bella, along with shedding tears.

It is not hearty to see Mother who has been struggling alone, raising her and her brother must go through old age with a burden like this. Seeing those wrinkled cheeks shed tears was pitiful.

He saw for himself how his mother struggled after his father's departure. His mother had to fight, banging bones support them, until when old age still had to bear the burden like this.

“Bu, don't be like this. If mom gets sick, how do I?” sobs Bella. Follows the tears to hear the roaring cries of Mother Rosmah.

“Mother don't cry anymore, don't be like this. Must stay healthy for Rissa's sister. Later we both hugged Rissa. However, as bad as Sister Rissa was in the eyes of others, she was still my sister. I still love him,” said Bella, holding back her tears not getting broken.

***

Bara panicked amazingly, regret even more when he found Bella was no longer willing to accept her call. All of his phone calls ended with the beautiful mailbox girl waiting. If lucky, his connection will be rejected by his wife, which indicates that his wife is still on the other end.

“Yes God, Bell. Pick up your phone Darling.” Bara said regretfully, after dozens of his calls were rejected Bella and connected to the mailbox, dozens of his messages were only read without reply at all.

The man threw his cell phone on the bed, lying on his back covering his face with his arms. Right now he is really sorry. She shouldn't have lied to Bella this morning. At least if he's honest, Bella's anger isn't as explosive as it is right now.

This time, the man was able to smile when he heard Mother Rosmas soothing voice in his chaotic soul.

“Bu how is Mother?” bara asked, as soon as the phone connection was connected to her mother-in-law.

“Mommy is better. It's still in the hospital,” said Ms. Rosmah.

“Oh thank goodness. Mom, Bella with Mom?” ask Bara.

“There's next to Mom. Want to talk to Bella?” ask Rosmah's mother.

“Can you please give the phone to Bella, Mom? I'm worried about him.” Bara says.

Silent for a moment, Bara could not hear anything. Before long, he could hear the sound of Bella greeting him.

“Honey, Sweetheart, listen to me. Please don't turn off the phone. We need to talk,” said Bara, hurry up.

“Say Mas. I don't have much time to serve you,” said Bella Ketus. She was forced to speak outside the room, not wanting her mother to hear her quarrel with her husband.

Don't be angry anymore. I beg your pardon,” pinta Bara, in a clear tone.

“I'm tired Mas, if every day have to argue with you. Let alone me, this child in my womb is sick of hearing your apologies. Sorry, repeat it again. Sorry, repeat again.” Bella grumbling.

“What Mas not tired of apologizing constantly. I'm just tired of forgiving constantly,” said Bella.

“Not so, Bell ... You should listen to my explanation ...”

Bara has not finished his sentence, the phone connection has been cut off unilaterally by his wife.

“Yes God, Bell. Why so this way,” said Bara slowly.

***

Last night Bella waited in the hospital, slept in the treatment room. His mother's condition was much better and if the results of the examination were good, the doctor allowed Rosmah's mother to go home today.

That morning, after cleaning up in the hospital bathroom, Bella intends to go downstairs to look for breakfast. Since her pregnancy entered the second trimester, her appetite has soared drastically.

“Bu, I'm going downstairs. Wanna buy breakfast. Mom needs something?” ask Bella.

Rosmah's mother shook her head.

“Ya. I'm out first, Mom. If there's anything, call me,” Bella said.

The pregnant woman who looked beautiful in a green dress had already stepped into the elevator. He had to go down to the hospital lobby to buy breakfast. Just getting out of the elevator, about to head to one of the fast food restaurants on the left side of the lobby, his steps were stopped by a masculine voice greeting him. A familiar male voice, calling from behind.

“Mommy Icca ..”

***

TB