Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 147: Let Icca be with me
The sound of the door opening diverted everything inside the room, including Roland who was sitting on his back to the door. The man stopped his chatter when he realized Bara's arrival.
Bella's feet froze where she stood, as she saw Bara with a bright face enter the treatment room.
“Mas,” says Bella, trying to hide her worries behind a smile. He was afraid that Bara could not hold back his emotions, as usual. Fighting in front of his mother.
“Bell, sorry I'm late.” Bara walked over, not yet aware of the foreign man who was visiting. When the distance was a few steps behind, a familiar baritone voice greeted.
The smile that adorned that handsome face was like it was interested, disappearing in another dimension. Replacing the stifled deadly aura. Bara turned to the origin of the sound, which made her morning feel nauseating.
“Roland.”
Eyes flushed with fists dangling on the left and right sides of the body. The jaw is hardened, complete with protruding veins in the temple. Bella musters to appease her husband. Forgot already with their relationship that deteriorated a few hours ago. Right now she had to save her husband from emotions that would only drop.
“Mas, I miss you. Your son too,” whispered Bella after crashing Bara's body from behind. She tightly wrapped her husband's waist.
Bara's focus was diverted, the anger that had been so slowly subdued. Especially when Bella's distended stomach is attached to the skin of her back. The veined fist slowly took off along with the hardened jaw and slowly loosened itself.
“Bu, how are you? Are you feeling better?” tanya Bara diverted the discussion, holding back the intonation of his voice to sound ordinary, softened as ever. Bara ignores Bella's embrace for a while, choosing to approach her mother-in-law.
“Mother is better, Son Bara. Yesterday was unconscious. Forgive Mom, until you have to leave work and fly to see mom,” said Ms. Rosma, smiling.
“Bar, how are you?” asked Roland, trying to melt the atmosphere.
“Land, why is this early? You have no job,” Syndir Bara, trying to maintain his patience.
Roland smiled, tried to hug Bara and pat her best friend on the back.
“My mother was admitted to this hospital as well. It just so happened to meet your wife in the lower canteen. So I decided to visit all of you,” Roland explained, frankly.
The cunning man is waiting. Just now he threw a grenade, hoping that soon there would be a big explosion. He knew Bara clearly, how tempering Bara was, he understood.
Bara was still staring at Roland from head to toe. Sometimes he could see the man staring at his wife. Bara did not know clearly what the intention and purpose of Roland doing all this, which Bara knew all was a prepared drama. As soon as he heard that Roland's mother was being treated in the same hospital, Bara could already guess the direction of the game.
“Honey, are you okay?” bara asked, turning to the wife he had neglected since. At a time like this, it is impossible for Bara to hit the drums of war with Bella. There were starving tigers waiting for their quarrel and watching on the edge of the arena.
“Good. Have you had breakfast?” bella asked, trying to be nice, temporarily forgetting their problems. Forgetting for a moment, Bara's lie that made him all night inflamed. There was no way he would have to extend it in front of the sick Mother. There was a time when they had a fight to discuss the matter, but not now.
“So can have breakfast on the plane,” Bara said, clutching Bella's shoulders and clutching tightly.
Seeing the harmony of the Bara family, Roland knew quite well. Choose goodbye.
“Bar, I'm saying goodbye. I have to see my mama.”
“Mari Bu, Mommy Icca,” said to Roland, hurry out of the room. Don't want to linger.
“Bell, I drove Roland forward,” farewell Bara, trailing behind Roland. The man smiled, as if nothing had happened.
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Once the two men were in the corridor, Bara's emotions that had subsided returned to heat up. Roland was waltzing leisurely as his hands were harshly blocked from behind.
“What do you mean? Don't tell me you're not involved!” bara tudding. Directing his index finger at Roland's face in anger. The anger he had been holding back from earlier, now came to the surface.
Roland smiled cynically. “Just how you feel Bar. Nothing,” Roland said, folding hands on the chest, leaning against the wall casually.
“What do you want? Just tell me, but don't disturb my family. Don't harass my wife and child!”
“I want to share Icca with you. It is not fair that you own. You know, he is my son too. My biological son. It doesn't feel fair, Bar!” Roland replied.
“I'm also entitled to Icca!” continued Roland.
Bara. “Why be shameless like this, Land? On the basis that you say you are entitled? A piece of DNA test paper that says Icca's your biological daughter. If the paper wasn't true, would you still be fighting over Icca like it is now?” ask Bara.
“You forgot, during these two years how the boy grew. With whom?” ask Bara.
“If you really want your daughter, you should have fought for her a long time ago. Why just now? Don't you have to get all the Icca stuff out of your brain. Assume you know nothing. Let's just say your daughter is no more,” continued Bara.
Roland's voice was stuck in his throat. Unable to speak.
Bukkk!! A punch struck Roland's jaw. Bara was issuing her bated anger. Roland did not have time to fight back, the blow came suddenly. Just now he was about to fight back, but his fist froze in the air upon hearing Bara's next words.
“If you love Icca, let me take care of her for now. Until the right time, I'll introduce you to him,” Bara's pinta softened a little.
“Not that I wouldn't allow Icca to meet your mama. The Icca is still very small. What do you want to introduce yourself as? Introducing your mama as what?” continued Bara.
“OK, I'll let you meet once. Are you able to guarantee, after that one meeting your mama did not charge for the next meetings. What is in the mind of the simple Icca?”
Roland was speechless, digesting word after word that slid smoothly from Bara's lips.
“I'll introduce you to him, but as his Om, won't you be hurt?” cerocos Bara's.
“Listen Land, for Icca I'm her daddy, her Bella mommy. We're her parents. Even I didn't allow Rissa to approach him from the beginning, ever since I managed to adopt him.”
“I just want to give Icca a happy little family for her at the moment. He's still too small to be pestered with adult problems. He is innocent, so I beg you not to make him bear what should be your sin.”
Roland swallowed the saliva, unable to throw out a sentence of rebuttal.
“When I adopted her, I made her my daughter, loved her like my biological daughter, made her a part of my life. Even I gave my name in his identity.”
It looks like Bara is massaging the base of his nose, dizzy with the problems he faces today.
“For now, let Icca enjoy her childhood happily with us. These times will not be repeated in his life. Let him be like the other kids. Someday, when I feel like he's mature enough, I'll take you to him, introduce you as his biological father instead of his Om,” Bara said, hitting the back of his hand on Roland's shoulder.
The man had already left, but when he was about to open the door Bara turned.
“Say in which room your mama was treated. Bella and I will take her to visit your mom later!” said Bara suddenly.
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