Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 164: Confession of the nanny
Issabell's nanny was already standing in fear in front of Bara. Bowed, his fingers squeezing each other in front of his stomach. Bara stiffened his jaw, staring intently. The eagle's eyes reddened, harboring the anger he was trying to hold back so as not to escape his control.
In front of him, however, was a woman. Not comparable to him, not his match. Successfully hurting women, winning will only be ashes.
“Discover your phone!” bara's orders, extend his hand. Actually he has no right to shop at the personal belongings of others, including the property of his workers even though. But he can't do anything. Bara's suspicions lead to a woman who looks innocent, with her eyes beginning to glaze over in front of her.
“Sorry Sir, what's my fault?” ask the nanny to vent.
“Icca kidnapping problem some time ago, I have not made any calculations with you.” Bara opened the voice. Heavy and terrible.
“Sorry sir, I seriously don't know knowing. I'm negligent. I'm sorry for that,” replied the nanny.
Bara who has not started anything certainly does not want to hear just like that. “Discover your phone!” pinta Bara, with a louder and stern tone.
“DRAWALS!!” Bara shouted loudly, after waiting for a long time, the nanny remained unmoved. His voice boomed, bouncing on four sides of his study. Sure, his voice will be heard until it comes out.
With real fear imprinted on her face, the nanny walked over. His hands trembled, pulling out a white device from his trouser pocket. His shoulders rose up, looking terrified as he placed the phone on the table.
“This Sir,” he said resigned.
“Sorry!” said Bara flat. Without excuse, it ruffled the phone. The first to be dismantled was the gallery, looking for a photo storage that might still be stored photos of his wife. Somehow Bara's instincts are so strong, that the nanny is a traitor in her family.
Satisfied with dismantling the gallery, without any trace of Bella and Issabell's photos, Bara re-unpackaged whattapp chat, looking for suspicious conversations or numbers, but again nil. Everything is clean and safe.
Switching to contacts, from A to Z, no suspicious odd names were found. The phone will be returned to its owner. The nanny's tense face looks relieved, making Bara's suspicion grow. The phone he was about to hand over was pulled back.
Deg—
Bara immediately pulled out his cell phone, dialed Roland's number from a simple device owned by a babysitter.
“Pak, if it is .. can I excuse.” The nanny tried to stop. Honestly, he didn't know what Bara would do to his phone, but being treated like this made the girl shrink.
Bara's long fingers had pressed the rows of numbers on the phone's screen, then turned on the speakers so that they could both hear clearly. The continuous tone was so loud it sounded, Bara smilingly looked at the nanny, while the one being stared at could only endure the nervousness. Like it's going to blow up in the next few minutes.
“Hallo Mbak, what's the news?” suddenly Roland's baritone voice sounded from the end of the call. Weight as usual.
Surprised! Of course Bara was jolted despite guessing.
“Mbak, what's wrong with calling me?” ask Roland from across.
Bara immediately drew up the sentence on a piece of white paper, asking Issabell's nanny to answer as she requested.
Ask to meet now!!
Doubtful, but the girl could not dodge. Bara's gaze was so horrible as well as deadly.
“Ma .. af, Sir. Can we meet?” the question is stamped, holding in fear.
“There is a problem until we have to meet. I'm out of town. Tomorrow we will return to Jakarta.”
“Yes ... Sir.”
Roland was just about to disconnect, but suddenly the man interrupted.
“Mbak, Bella is better?” tanyanya slow.
“Su .. dah Pak.”
“If you have time, please bring Icca also when you meet me. I miss that kid,” Roland said again.
“What ... what is your destination?” ask Bara. Choosing to drop his butt in a black chair with a high backrest can be rotated in all directions.
“Ma .. af, Pak.”
“Tell me, what you've been doing all this time to my family! I'll try to be a little kind, if you want to be honest with me.” Bara stared fixedly with fingers knocked slowly on the table of veined teak that was varnished shiny.
“Sit! Tell me everything, I don't want anyone to miss a bit!”
“Sorry Sir.”
“I ask you to tell me a story, not apologize!” tega Bara's.
“Sit!” bara's orders.
The man with the firm face line was waiting. “FAST! SAY!!” shouted again. The hand was already clenched, hitting his desk hard.
“Ma .. ma .. af Sir. I worked for Rissa's mother. Requested to report all father and Non Icca activities if. Mother's story, if she is not allowed into the father's room.” The babysitter started telling stories. There was a sense of anxiety, fear Bara exploded again, for two years living on the same roof, of course he knew how temperament the master.
“Then?” It looked serious, waiting for the next story.
“Pernah was also asked to steal father's phone ... while .. while bringing Non Icca to father's room.”
The nanny's face looked frightened, but tried to strengthen her heart and be forthright.
“As safe as I can until I don't know?” ask Bara, wonder.
“Mr is in the bathroom.”
“Then what's more?” todong Bara's.
“Suddenly mother Rissa contacted me again through Mr. Roland's phone. She said Mom's in jail, and asked me to report everything to Mr. Roland. Ms. Rissa told me that she and Mr. Roland are the biological parents of Non Icca.”
“Bigger! All this time they've been conspiring to fool me!” The man's hands clenched back.
“I'm sorry, sir,” said the sitter with a frightened face. Down, squeezing his hands over his lap.
“Moreover that I don't know?”
“The one who kidnapped Non Icca was .. actually Mr. Roland. That time just to take a blood sample and ... Mr. Roland wants to meet directly with Non Icca.”
Silent. The nanny dared to raise her eyes.
“I was asked to invite Non Icca to play on the front page, so it is easy to do the action. Previously, Mr. Roland's people had been watching this house and the house in Surabaya.”
Bara massaged his temple, not expecting that all this time he was cheated, betrayed by those closest to him.
“Before the abduction, I had time to lure Mother Bella, about the man who often watched the house, but at that time Mom said that I was watching too much soap opera. From there, I dare to agree with Mr. Roland's plan to meet Icca. Back then, Bella's mother didn't suspect anything.”
“Yes God, Bell. If something happens to you and Icca, I have to how,” sigh Bara, reassemble the story that the nanny told me.
A knock on the door of the study, distracting the two.
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