Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 149: Forever our daughter

“What's up?” bella asked with a silent mouth. Bara shook his head, not knowing what Brenda wanted to meet him and Bella.

With apparent doubt, Bella grabs her husband's phone. Slowly stick that square flat object in the ear.

“Yes, Ma'am Stella.” Bella's voice sounded stiff.

“Sorry Sister Bella, sorry to interrupt her time. I just relayed a message from Brother Brenda who wants to meet with Mbak Bella and Mas Bara,” explained Stella, slowly withstanding embarrassment. It felt heavy to beg for things that sounded strange to everyone, but this was a direct request from her brother. He could not do much and refused.

“What's up?” bella asked, turning to look at her husband.

“Sister Brenda didn't explain, Ma'am.”

Silent for a moment, Bella seemed to think and throw a glance at her husband asking for help. Bara leaned over, put his lips close to his left ear, whispering softly. While Bella, closing half the screen with the palm of her hand, trying to make Bara's voice not until Stella heard.

“I'll follow your decision, Bell. Whatever it is, I agree,” whispered Bara, stealing a kiss on his wife's cheek.

“Mbak Stella, me and Mas Bara are still in Surabaya. After we return to Jakarta, we can only meet Mbak Brenda,” replied Bella akhinya. Re-offering the phone to her husband.

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A couple sitting side by side staring at the same scene. Following the movement of their little daughter who ran around the yard with her caregiver. The afternoon weather was shady with the sun shining in the twilight blocked trees that grew around the fence.

“Bell, we need to talk.” The sentence was said also after a long time stuck with Bella's attitude that gave distance since two days.

No reaction, silence still enveloping. Bella still chooses silence after all this time. Samar heard Issabell's small laughter from a distance, breaking the silence for a while.

“That morning, Rania contacted me.” A deep breath, implying how heavy the struggle was. There is a frozen heart that must be melted, there is a cold figure that must be warmed back, there is a smile that had been lost must be returned again on the thin lips that are now stiff.

“About Brenda already .. ehm ... You know yourself not. I don't have to say it, because speech is prayer. Hope it's not like that, even though our relationship deteriorated during this time,” continued Bara.

Pregnant women with brightly colored batik negligee are sculpting. It was as if she did not react, but her sense of hearing was examining her husband's every sentence.

“During this time, every discuss of Brenda our relationship always deteriorates. Either end up with a misunderstanding or your condition suddenly drops and must end up in the hospital. Honestly, I don't want to until something bad happens to you and our hero,” explained Bara.

“I was forced to lie that day, to find out what really happened. I have to make sure first, after that I will try to be honest with you, tell everything,” Bara explained.

“Mas... still love Mbak Brenda?” bella suddenly cut. Out of topic, but for Bella it was very important.

“Not anymore. Since my divorce, I have learned a lot. Learn to forget how to love,” said Bara quietly barely heard.

“So big did you love Mbak Brenda, Mas?” bella asked, smiling bitterly.

“I've known him since sitting in High School. Brenda my first love.” Bara spoke lightly.

As usual, there is a burden. Right now scraping out the old story, won't scratch his old wounds anymore. She already has Bella, Brenda will only be a piece of the past that makes her learn about life and the relationship between humans.

“Love is actually long gone, it's just that I need time to admit it. Even while still tied to marriage, love is no longer there. Getting used to it makes it hard to part, but it's not love anymore. And now I just realized it.” Bara said, his eyes glared far away.

“Mas, love me?” todong Bella again.

“Sometimes I can't see the love in your eyes, Mas. Your attitude shows as if you and your son are not important in your life,” little girl Bella slowly.

“I am not as romantic as your friend's husband, Kailla. I admit, even though I studied with him. Pram can say thousands of love sentences throughout the day to his wife. I'm not that kind of man, Bell.”

“I have difficulty mastering my emotions at certain times. Maybe accidentally hurt you. I admit it,” continued Bara.

“Mas, realized?” ask Bella.

Bara nodded. “I used to be more temperament again, more possessive. I'm jealous. And this is one of the triggers and finally makes Brenda cheating on me,” Bara said slowly. Dismantle the bad side that has been trying to reduce.

“You I learned a lot to be patient. Maybe, if with another woman, there will definitely be another divorce,” continued Bara.

“Thanks, Darling.”

The man ventured to link his fingers to his wife's fingers. Sending confidence through braid and skin touch.

“Brenda used to be as hard as me. Small things become big. What is not in question becomes there. There was no day when we did not argue. And finally Brenda chose to leave the house to seek tranquility. And I'm busy with myself, my own pleasure.”

“Thank you for being patient for me,” said Bara, peeping the back of his wife's hand.

Bella was silent. Enjoying her husband's warm touch slowly with her eyes closed. Before long, a little girl approached them. Hugging Bara's knees while telling a story.

“Daddy, no nails, slash ...” Chattering with breath up and down, mimicking the butterfly flapping its wings.

“Really? What color are the butterflies, honey?” bara asked, grabbing the tiny body of her daughter and holding it in her lap.

“Beach, green, bilu,” says Issabell, calling while playing his finger.

“Oh yes, Icca has been smart to call the colors,” said Bara, giving praise. The kiss was dabbed Bara on the cheeks of the bulging Issabell who was sweating with the scent of the afternoon sun.

“Icca is already sweating, have Mbak bring Icca a bath. Later we take a walk outside,” pinta Bara on her daughter. The little girl dropped off, running after her nanny.

“Bell, I will take Icca to see mama Roland before returning to Jakarta. You want to come?” ask Bara.

Bella turned, looking at her husband and daughter in turn.

“Mas sure?” ask Bella to make sure.

Bara nodded. “Roland his father, what can I do. Both parents certainly want to be able to hug their grandchildren in his old age.”

“Is no problem for Icca. She's still too small, Mas?” ask Bella. There was fear in Bella's heart. Afraid Roland and his family would take his little girl. He loved Issabell like his own daughter.

“I will take care of him with both hands. She will forever be our daughter, Bell,” said Bara soothe.

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