Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother

Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Married Mother Mother Season 2


Footage of Married Mother Employer Season 2 with the new title AGEING WITH YOU



The dining table was filled with food. There is fried rice, sandwiches, french fries, omelet and there is also cereal. Having three children of different nature and character, Bara and Bella's household is so colorful. It is clear from the dining table full of food.


Bella is seen standing next to the dinner table, filling empty plates for the breakfast of her son and daughter. Real, his handsome son who is now almost three years old, is seen sitting on the main bench. The place where Bara should be sitting.


“Bell ...” Bara stepped closer while holding Issabell.


“Good morning, Mommy.” Cheek on the cheek, dabbed Issabell while grabbing Bella's neck. The little girl who was still in Bara's sling was seen smiling at her breakfast the morning.


“Sandwich?” issabell.


“Yes, spend your breakfast now, Ca!” bella said, putting a glass of milk next to a sandwich cut.


“Good morning*, Mom.” Rania hugs Bella's waist, tiptoes kiss the cheeks of young mothers who appear casual* this morning. With a black shirt and a ponytail of hair.


“Morning, Baby. Spend your breakfast, Brother.” Bella thrust out a plate filled with french fries with a piece of omelet beside her.


“Thanks, Mom.”


“Spend asap, Brother. It's too late.” While putting a glass of orange juice on his eldest daughter.


“Mas, your turn.” Bella turned to look at Bara, her husband standing behind her after lowering Issabell on his seat.


“I want fried rice only, Bell. With a friendly good morning kiss,” whispered Bara right in Bella's ear, exhaling heavily there.


“Mas, don't do this. There are children,” protest Bella. His nimble hands were filling the chicken fried rice made by the home assistant.


“Later the beautiful dandan night. We make adek for Real,” Goda Bara, come pecking Bella's cheeks, follow her two daughters.


“Already Mas, later late.”


“Real, move Dear. That's Daddy's place!” pinta Bella, holding her youngest child, returned to her seat. Bara and Bella's son had been silent since then, busy stirring a bowl of cereal.


Real's screams sounded deafening as his body floated inside Bella's sling. Shouting, not accepting when the seat he seized with disrespect, must be returned to the owner.


“No! Daddy* ... sit down!” Pointing the seat farthest from all the members of the house, asking Bara to occupy it. He's still comfortable with his daddy* oversized chair


Seeing Bara take over his seat, Real's screams grew. Mixed in loud cries, rampaging in Bella's arms.


“Already Bell, I moved.” Bara relented after seeing the raging crown prince would not subside. Lifting up his plate, sitting in the next chair, facing off against his two daughters. Just about to drop his body on the chair, back heard Real's voice.


“No! Daddy syana ..” The hand of the three-year-old boy pointed to the end of the dining table. Asking Bara to separate herself. Far from other family members.


“Daddy would like to eat here only,” reject Bara, widened to see Real getting more and more.


“Mommy ...” says Real amid his rampage.


“Mas, why are you so happy to work on it?” bella protests, when she sees Bara laughing at her son who is still rampaging.


“He who pranked me first, Bell,” continued Bara, still reluctant to move.


“Already, Deck, let Daddy sit here huh. Mommy bribe cereal.”


“No! Daddy syana!” Still pointing in the same direction. Not wanting to stop raging until his wish is fulfilled.


After nearly ten minutes of crowding the dining table, Bara relented when she saw her son's cry still unwilling to stop.


“Spend your cereal, Dear*. Daddy* moved to shanaaa,” said Bara chuckling, following the style of speech of her beloved son.


While lifting his plate, the handsome man still grumbled.


“What are you doing with my son like this, Bell?” his great-grandson with a pitiful look. Carrying a plate of fried rice, sitting away from everything.


“That's your fault, Mas. Every day invites her to fight!” bella said, not to blame.


“Have wept, Real. It can't be like this on Daddy*. Later who will buy you remote control cars*,” persuade Bella.


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