Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 178: Extra Chapter 2

Being a parent to a little baby Real gives Bara and Bella a new experience. Although they have been a daddy and mommy for Rania and Issabell, the presence of baby Real is certainly different.

Many things that were previously unimaginable, were suddenly present in plain sight. Many small unexpected surprises bring small changes to both. Who would have thought, Bara had to take care of her son every night, at a time when the man had prepared a nanny and even added a house assistant for Bella.

Ah, Real's tiny baby is unpredictable. The little thing that eventually made Bara not only a standby husband, but a standby father for his children.

Real almost a week back home. Not a single night, Bara can sleep well. Skipping his midnight by cradling baby Real, the man could only fall asleep after dawn. Bara's struggle to become a real daddy is really being tested.

“Bell, no need to wake me up for breakfast,” Bara message shortly after laying down his tired body on the bed. Aching, tired, sleepy, everything fused together at this moment.

“Mas not to the office. Is this Saturday not Sunday?” Bella asked back.

“I've decided now. Saturday, week office holiday. Your husband needs a break, honey,” Bara explained.

“Adek is asleep?” ask Bella. The woman had also just closed her eyes after pumping and storing it. Real's sleep schedule is messy, making his breastfeeding schedule also chaotic. Usually he's quite thrusting at the baby Real, now he has to pump it out.

“Hmm ...”

The closed eyes grabbed his wife's body, pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. Looking for comfort that he did not get this week.

“Mas, Kaila will be here later. Want to visit baby Real.” Bella told me.

“Hmm ...”

Silent for a moment, Bara was like a jerk from his mouth. Rise up sitting with a face hard to express.

“What? Kailla's? That brat again?” Bara said in shock.

“Ya, Mas.” Bella sat down, surprised to see Bara's strange response.

“Tell him next month just got here again. Just two days ago here, why come here again!” grumbling Bara, refusing.

It was nothing, the night Kailla visited the baby Real, Bara's beloved son screamed all night, unwilling to sleep. Even the whole house was shaken. More fussy than usual. Until I get upset myself.

“Aduh Mas, he just wanted to visit Real. Don't mean anything,” protest Bella.

“You remember Bell, the night that the bad boy came, our Real is getting. Crying, rage and craze. Destroying the whole house,” clear Bara.

Bella shakes. “Feelings are the same as regular nights, Mas.”

“Because if you sleep more at night, Bell. Try, who stays up every night, holding Real?” Bara asked. The discussion about Kailla, made her sleepiness disappear. So excited.

“Mas ...”

“That's it, the problem is that your night is good to sleep, Bell. You don't care one bit about your husband's suffering.” I started to blame. The first and second days, he can still be patient with Real's behavior. But the days that followed, everything went wrong in his eyes. Let alone looking at Bella who was asleep in front of him, seeing the grass that swayed in the wind alone, Bara could nag and grumble inwardly.

"I need a break too, Mom. If you want with Mas, shouldn't Mas be grateful, it means indirectly admit that Mas is his daddy.” Bella defended herself.

“Again, Mas want if you want close to Kak Ricko or with Pak Rudi or guard post guard?” ask Bella again.

“Oh, can't! He's my son, of course it should be close to me,” Bara refused. Shuddering in horror at the thought of his son being familiar with other men.

“Bell, you should persuade Kailla for another time just visit Real.” Bara was lying on his wife's side. Her hands clenched Bella's body in a friendly manner.

“I can't refuse, Mas. After all who want to see Real is Om Pram, not Kailla. Why not just reject Om Pram?” Bella gave me an idea.

She shut her mouth for a moment. Swallowing his salivary, it was impossible to also refuse Pram's arrival.

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During the day, when the sun is at the top of the head. A black sports car stops right in the yard of Bara's house. Without asking much, Bara who was carrying her son on the porch of the house immediately knew who the owner of the metallic black Bentley was. Bella who also saw, smiling sumringah welcomed the presence of her friend, Kailla.

The cute girl hugged a giant teddy bear, walked towards the house, followed by her handsome husband in a black suit. A minute later, there was already a noise of Kailla, shouting the name of the house owner's wife from a distance.

“Mommy Real!” kailla shouted, smiling happily.

Bella did not have time to answer, Real baby who had fallen asleep in Bara's sling, jerked and cried loudly.

“Just set foot, this brat has done it again."

A soft clap on Bara's shoulder, trying to encourage the man who was overwhelmed silenced his son who was caught in the voice of Kailla.

“My wife is too excited, can't wait to see your handsome son.” Pram asks for understanding.

Bara could only nod, unable to attack Kailla as usual. Real's presence in his carrier, making Bara not free to attack back, the naughty girl of his arch-enemy.

“How's Bar?” pram asked, showing off his warm smile. Staring at the crying Real baby with his mouth wide open and face flushed purplish like a ripe apple.

“You can see for yourself ...” Bara held back the upset.

“Give me!” Pram takes over Real's baby from his best friend's hands. It didn't take long, the little baby he had on his shoulder, gently rubbed his back and buttocks. In an instant the baby's cry vanished, barely even falling back asleep.

"Honey, you're great!” Kailla walked over, looking at her husband with great admiration, glancing at Bara with a mocking smile. As always, Bara and Kailla are exactly like Tom and Jerry every time they meet.

“I finished these little things 20 years ago.” Pram smiled looking at Kailla.

“You know Bar, 20 years ago, there was a baby girl. More fussy than your son. Crying day, screaming night. Not for a second to let others sit quietly. The whole house was panicked. Not want to sleep in bed, want to be laid all night,” Pram story, boasting a smile to see his wife.

Kailla. He knew clearly, who Pram meant. The man's gaze unraveled all his vices in the past. The assistant at home often told her about her forgotten childhood. How Pram used to hold him to sleep almost every night, alternating with Mother Ida and Mother Sari.

“Persis with my son, Pram!”

“You can see for yourself what it looks like, Bar!” Pram glanced at Kailla.

“If you know how much trouble me, I've entrusted to the orphanage when the baby.” Pram chuckled at his wife's pouting face.

“Yes God, amit-amit if you look like this brat.” She pleaded in silence.

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