Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 78. Bara Guests
Bara carrying a mica box that has been wrapped neatly with a smile sumringah, they are like kusuma wijaya flowers at night.
On the way back home was already imagined in his eyes will smile happy Bella when receiving a package that was specially purchased for him.
His black sports car was already seen appearing in front of the gate of the house. He went home faster according to his promises to his wife and children. He did not usually go home when the sun was still showing its shape at the west end. Bara usually comes home when the day is near evening or has begun to blacken.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” greet security. The smile of the man in black uniform was no less sweet, comparable to his master.
Bara just waved a glance, answering the greeting as he could. Once the car had stopped perfectly, Bara ran into the house looking for his wife.
“Bell ... Bell,” called him slowly, put his luggage on the dining table. Do not forget to ask the housekeeper to prepare it on a plate and serve it to the hostess.
“Mbak, my wife where?” bara asked, when the assistant had finished moving the contents of the mica onto the glass plate.
“In room, Sir.”
"What food is this? Why is hodgepodge mixed with fruit?” inner the assistant.
The assistant frowned, but he chose to keep his mouth shut. Maybe he was just an ordinary person who did not know that there was food like this outside.
Hearing the answer of his household assistant, Bara also intends to follow. However, the beloved shoots also arrived. Just set foot on the first rung of the stairs, from the direction of the second floor, seen Bella who was preparing to go down with her casual clothes.
“Bell, I bought your order,” he said, half screaming. Throwing a happy smile, ready to welcome the happiness of his wife while enjoying his luggage.
“Really?” Bella's pretty face turned bright. His feelings that had been clouded by dark clouds returned cheerful.
“Yes, let's get down. Mbak has prepared for you at the table,” explained Bara. I can't wait for Bella's reaction. Rona is happy when she can comply with Bella's request for the first time since becoming Madame Barata Wirayudha.
Bella, according to her, rushed to the dining room. Bara who was also impatient, tailed behind him. There was still the sound of Bara protesting to see Bella half running down.
“Bell, just slow down,” complained Bara, worried it appeared.
Bella's footsteps came to a halt, as her distance from the dining table fell a few steps behind.
“This is what, Mas?” bella asked in surprise, turning to look at her husband. Demanding answers. The happy hue that had appeared on Bella's pretty face, disappeared instantly. Change the sadness, which suddenly appears out of nowhere.
“Lah, this is not your order. Rujak .. uh .. rujak what the hell. Why is it so hard to say it on the tongue, but the name sounds familiar in the ear,” said Bara, complaining
“Rujak cingur, Mas.”
“That's typical cuisine Surabaya,” continued Bella. His smile dimmed, changing with a domineering disappointment.
Bella replied with annoyance. Since this afternoon she had said it repeatedly, but her husband seemed lazy to obey.
“Not this?” ask Bara.
“Not it looks almost similar?”
“Not, Mas. This I don't even know what food Mas bought me,” said Bella increasingly upset. Stirring rough weird food on a plate
“This is what Dona mentioned. Oh my God, I forgot his name,” complained Bara.
“I don't want this one. Mas alone who spent it,” pinta Bella, has sat pulling a chair. Imagining Bara enjoying the food on this table feels good too.
“Care, Mas. Tomorrow Mas can buy me his funeral. Now just finish the food you bought.”
“Don't joke, Bell. This isn't funny. You know, I never want to touch food like this. Even I don't want to know him,” refused Bara.
“Well, now I can try it. Time and place, welcome Mas,” said Bella.
“No, I can't eat carelessly. You know that, don't you, Bell. Ask me to prepare a salad, I will spend it for you,” Bara Bara.
“This is more delicious Mas compared to your salad which is only given olive oil with lemon juice, no taste anything, how to swallow it.” said Bella, do not want to lose.
“Bell. No, Bell. I really can't. I've never eaten this,” refused Bara to the next time.
Bella snorted in annoyance, occasionally staring intently at her husband.
“Asking to buy, you are unable to fulfill your request. Now I'm just asking you to spend it. You refused instead,” complained Bella back.
Bara scratched his head, finally complying with a rough sigh full of compulsion.
“I honestly never ate this, Bell. Strange looks mixed up like this,” stories Bara, finally sitting by his wife's side. Pull the glass plate in front of him. Stir it gently and stab it with a fork before forcibly inserting it into the mouth.
“How?” bella asked smiling.
“Not bad, but not a food that can be good friends with my tongue,” Bara replied, re-entering the next feed.
“You don't want to try it?” bargain Bara, thrusting pieces of young mango and pineapple that were pierced into one into the mouth of his wife.
Bella frowned, as the sour taste sensation from the pineapple fused with the young mango took hold of her mouth.
“This is wry, Mas.”
“Any, right?” bara asked for approval. Even so, he still spent it.
Bella smiled when she saw the contents of the plate left behind a little, leaving only the abundant peanut sauce because Bara refused. The man deliberately enjoyed his vegetables and fruits.
“Will send a message on my phone. Rujak what you want. I'll have Dona look for you,” pinta Bara.
“Mas seriously don't know?” bella asked, frowning her forehead. The food was so famous all over Surabaya but her husband did not know at all.
Bara.
“Maybe I've heard, but I don't put it too much into the brain. You know that's not my food.”
Bella nodded.
“Again I never entert my guest with a banquet like that,” he said again.
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Two days passed, the drama of the song was not over yet. Dona has several times bought a rowdy in several places. But somehow, Bella still protested and felt not fit in her tongue. It feels much different from the typical cingur rujak in his hometown.
It just so happens that today is the weekend. Bara accidentally lounges at home, spending time with his daughter and wife. Since becoming pregnant, Bella has spent more time in her room. Either play with Issabell or just rest while playing his phone.
A knock on the door of the room, surprising the couple who are enjoying their leisure time by talking in their luxurious room. Bara's hand was still stroking his wife's flat stomach when the house assistant came in and told them.
“Pak, outside there are guests who force their way in and fight with security,” explained the assistant
“Who?” tanya Bara, immediately move towards the window of her room. Reveal the curtains to see who the guest is.
His eyes were round when he saw the guests who were fighting with their mouths at the security post. Emotions Bara sticking out instantly.
“Bell, I went down for a while,” farewell Bara, rushed down leaving Bella with a question mark of the presence of guests who suddenly disturbed the calmness of Bara.
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