Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 7. Following To Jakarta

Bella got out of the taxi, right in front of the BW Group office. She was amazed by her husband's dozens of floors.

Turns out he's not a random person.

As he stepped into the building, his admiration grew. The interior of the building is very nice and classy. Bella circulated her gaze, looking for a place to ask.

His gaze was immediately fixed on the circular marble table located in the middle of the room. There were some pretty girls in blue uniforms with almost the same makeup, sitting in a row taking calls.

“Excuse me, Ma'am. I was able to meet with Ms. Rissa Cantika. My sister.” Bella said as she stood in front of the table.

“Sorry, with whom, Ma'am?” ask one of the smiling girls. Responding to Bella's question.

“Bella. My name is Bella, Ma'am."

“Wait a minute, yes. Ma'am can wait there,” replied the girl, pointing to the sofa provided for the guests waiting.

Inevitably Bella had to step foot and sit waiting. It was seen he pulled out a cell phone from inside his bag, sending a text message to his mother

[Mom, I'm already in Jakarta. I'm waiting for Rissa.]

When going to save her phone, Bella's eyes were fixed on a handsome and dignified figure who had just entered the building, passing where she was sitting waiting. A man whose face is no stranger to Bella. For eight years, he lived with her.

Deg.

“Master Bara,” says Bella slowly. The man walked inside in a hurry. Even his gaze focused forward, unaffected by the crowd around him. There was a young man walking beside her.

There was not the slightest intention of Bella to say hello. Perhaps the pain of being ignored during these two years, Bella chose not to find out or foster more feelings for her husband. He knew enough himself, who he was just the son of a maid. And who is the husband, the owner of the building and the company where it stands today.

An hour waiting, Bella finally looked for information back at the girls who looked busy receiving calls coming into the company.

“Sorry, Ma'am. How?” ask Bella.

“Yeah, I forgot. Sorry-sorry, a lot of work so forgotten,” said the girl, apologizing with both hands clenched in front of the chest. There was a sense of guilt in the girl's eyes.

“Wait a minute, Ma'am,” he continued again.

Bella has to wait. Don't ask how she feels. Half an hour waiting, standing in front of the customer service desk. After successfully obtaining the information, he had to swallow the disappointment back.

“Sorry, Ma'am. Rissa's mother is not well. After lunch, we did not return to the office.”

“Mbak, can I ask for her mobile number?” ask Bella, ask for help.

“Sorry, Ma'am. I can't,” reject the girl.

“I have an old phone number, but now it can not be contacted,” explained Bella again.

“Mbak, if the address is .. can I get the address? I really need to meet. My sister,” obviously Bella. It appears that Bella took out an identification tag from her purse and thrust it.

“Sorry, Ma'am. I cannot give you all the information about employees here,”.

“Tomorrow, Mbak can come back again,” the girl's proposal again, thrusting back the identification to Bella.

Bella's been drowned. He spent a lot of time waiting, but got nothing. If you have to wait tomorrow again, he is worried about the condition of his mother in Surabaya. This alone he had to leave his mother alone. If it wasn't for the sake of bringing her brother home, she wouldn't have wanted to make this decision.

“Do I contact Mr. Bara only, yes. Who knew he could help,” Bella said. It looks like the young girl is thinking and weighing whether her decision to call her husband is right.

He looked nervous, putting a cell phone to his ear. That ringing tone made his heart beat faster.

“Yes," greet someone from across.

“Ma .. sorry with Mr Bara?” ask Bella. He's really nervous right now. His hands were free, seemingly squeezing the end of his shirt.

“Sorry, Ma'am. Mr. Bara is in a meeting. Someone can help. I'm his assistant, Kevin.”

“Sorry, I need Mr. Bara's help ..” Bella hesitates, but if she doesn't say it, she should return to this office tomorrow.

“Ya, what's up?” ask Kevin.

“I'm already in the office, waiting in the lobby. I wanted to meet my sister, Rissa Cantika, but she said Rissa's mother had already gone home. I want to ask her address,” explained Bella.

Long silence, no answer heard from across.

“I'll go downstairs. Ma'am wait there.” It was only the answer from the assistant before deciding on his call.

Before long, a man who had been walking with Bara appeared in the lobby. Spreading your eyes, like looking for someone. Seen he asked the customer service to find information on the caller who was looking for Bara, the owner of BW Group.

“Good afternoon, Mbak.” The man greeted Bella who was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room.

Bella stood up. “Sore,” says Bella, confused.

“I am Kevin, who received a Mbak call on Mr. Bara's phone. Can I help you?” kevin asked Bella to sit down and then sit down.

“I just arrived from Surabaya this afternoon. I would like to meet my brother who works here as well. Her name is Rissa Cantika. I tried calling his phone, but it wasn't connected. He said Rissa's sister is sick, can I get her address?” ask Bella in doubt. He handed Kevin his identification.

Kevin looked at Bella looking for honesty in her eyes. He did not dare to take any rash action. Not the capacity to share information of employees who work here, but considering this girl knows Bara. Kevin thought again.

“If he's Rissa's sister, of course he knows Bara,” Inner Kevin.

“My mother is sick, want to see Rissa,” immediately Bella said to convince Kevin.

“Good.” Kevin walked to the customer service desk and wrote something on a piece of paper. Kevin seemed to talk to one of the girls there, occasionally glancing at Bella.

“This, Ma'am. Rissa's mom is not feeling well. You can meet him directly at this address. I will contact security, so that Mbak is allowed to enter there,” explained Kevin when he stood in front of Bella again. His hand outstretched a piece of paper containing an address.

“Thank you,” said Bella smiled, grabbing the paper. Soon he ran out of the building, looking for a taxi. He can't wait to meet his brother.

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