Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapters 87. Watermelon Fruit Mango Tree

That afternoon, Bella was ready with Issabell waiting for her husband's return. Rosmah's mother, who accompanied the two, was seen sitting in a garden chair accompanying her grandson to play running around in the yard next to the house.

Breeze of the afternoon, hit the beautiful face of the young mother who was constantly smiling. All day Bella is happy, since Bara agrees to grant her request. In fact, half of the reason for asking her husband to climb up was part of his frustration. All this time he felt less noticed Bara. In fact, her husband looks ordinary, unlike the father-to-be in novels and soap operas.

His smile broke when he heard the roar of sports cars Bara into the yard of the house. Soon there was a cry from Bella who called her daughter.

“Icca, already playing. Daddy came home,” he exclaimed, standing up to welcome his daughter who ran over.

“See ... just had an afternoon shower, it's been reminiscing again,” said Bella, tidying up Issabell's messy hair in the wind. He wiped the sweat that filled his daughter's face.

“Endong, Mami,” pinta Issabell as usual, spoiled with the mother. Just about to lift up his daughter's body, Bara suddenly appears from behind and takes over.

“Icca play what until wet like this?” bara asked his daughter's blushing cheeks. His hand gently rubbed Issabel's wet back as sweat pierced through her cotton sweatshirt.

“Lali-lalian equal Mbak cus,” babble Issabell replied.

Bara's gaze turned to Bella, while giving up her work coat she voiced.

“My wife is already this beautiful want to travel to where?” ask Bara, nosy. He remembers having an appointment with Bella. However, from the morning she kept praying, hoping God would make Bella change her mind. At least, he did not need to climb a tree in the crowd.

“Mas, we go now, yes,” said Bella, making Bara's look sad.

“Bell, this Mas-mu is a lifetime unskilled climb. Don't you intend to change your mind?” ask Bara with her face.

“How about we buy mango in supermarket only?” fresh Bara.

The look on Bella's face instantly turned sullen, adorned with an annoyed look. The sudden change in hue, made Bara shrink. His wife immediately turned away, leaving Bara astonished in the face of such a rapid mood change.

“Yes God, I misspoke again,” whispered Bara slowly, smiling at Issabell who was still in his arms.

“Why bring God's name!” bella's scolding suddenly turned around, unintentionally hearing her husband's words.

“I'm wrong again,” said Bara slowly, lowering her daughter. Submitting Issabell to the nanny, he must quickly pursue his wife. If not quickly persuaded, Bella's anger becomes more and more. Could have left without a message like this morning.

“Bell, Bell!” call Bara, run after. He was about to touch his wife's hand, but Bella had already thrown him rough.

“Already! Not necessary. I'll climb alone!” bella was upset. He heard her screaming for the driver to get ready.

“Pak Rudi!"

"Pak Rudi,” shouted Bella from the terrace of the house.

Bell ... already, Bell. I'm sorry, yeah. I'll climb for you. You don't get angry anymore,” persuade Bara, beg.

“Poor of our baby. Already, yes,” persuaded Bara, sighing violently while massaging his temple. Started tired with the mood changes Bella so fast and can not be read.

Bella who accidentally stares at Bara, starts to get upset again.

“Already, if not sincerely do not do! I can have someone else climb for me!” Bella's getting upset back.

Ti-no .. no. I'm sincere, he's sincere, Bell. Already, yeah. Don't be like this. I'm dizzy if you're always angry,” pinta Bara said as gently as possible.

Bella glared back. “So Mas wants to say I'm making you hard, dizzy. That's what I meant?” Bella's voice went up again.

“It's yes, Bell .. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Let's go, later tonight,” persuaded Bara, grabbed the hand of his wife who was still pouting.

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Bara has stopped the speed of his car just under the mango tree, on the sidelines. Seen some young mangoes hanging on a fairly high branch. It seems that already at the end of the season, there are only a few fruits left that still hang on the tree. Bella smiled, already imagining how delicious the young mango that was shaved and made rujak.

“Mas, come there!” bella orders, after seeing Bara just stand circulating his gaze around.

“Shortly, Bell. We'll find the tree owner first. Gotta get permission, Bell. Repot if it is above it turns out the owner does not allow,” explained Bara.

Seen on the sidelines, the children were gathered to enjoy the gulali, while talking and laughing cheerfully. The corner of Bara's eyes was fixed in the corner of the field, seen a horde of cows being herded by its owner. Bara shuddered in horror at the sight of the celurit inserted at the shepherd's waist.

“If until he is the owner of this mango tree, I choose to retreat,” said Bara slowly.

Not long after, from behind them appeared an old father dressed in shabby batik.

“Good afternoon,” greet old man, astonished to see Bara and Bella standing under the mango tree.

Bara and Bella immediately turned around, answering the old man's greeting politely.

“What's up, huh? Father and mother what is the purpose here?” ask the Father after the introductory event and have a little chat.

“Begin, sir .. My wife is cravings. And he wanted this mango belonging to the father .. I had to climb on my own.

Hearing Bara's words, the old man smiled. Rare opportunity, he could ask for a high price. Times like this rarely happen. Maybe it takes a little trick and tactic, especially when viewed from his car, the two people in front of him must be rich people. For the sake of his wife's pregnancy, surely this rich man is willing to spend any money.

“Sorry, Sir. Not not not allowing. But this mango tree is not just any mango. Each year usually bears watermelon fruit. This year alone, mangoes are produced. Yes ...” the Father did not continue his sentence, began to launch a strategy, hoping the understanding of Bara and Bella with words did not make sense.

Bella and Bara were wide-eyed, but Bara nodded.

“I'll pay, Sir. Not asking for free,” said Bara quite understand the meaning of the tree owner. It looks like Bara took out his wallet, pulled out a piece of red paper money.

“Is this enough, Sir?” ask Bara, handing money to the tree owner.

The Father glanced for a moment at the hundred thousand rupiah note that Bara offered with a sad look, staring up, at the young mangoes hanging.

Looking at the old man's expression, Bara quite understood. Take out another sheet. But he still gets the same response. Bara looked at his wife, Bella was smiling happily as she swallowed her saliva. Imagine how good the mango rujak will soon be enjoyed.

Seeing that, Bara could not bear to refuse. Again add a hundred thousand pieces of money and thrust on the owner of the tree. Repeated with rejection. It was only when the five pieces of red banknotes were offered Bara, the Father was willing to accept by saying thank you repeatedly.

“Please, Sir, Mom. Consider it your own tree. You can climb as much,” said the old man smiled and passed away. He gave Bara a chance to climb.

“Lumayan, later tonight the grandchildren can eat with ki-ef-si,” said the old man sumringah while staring at his grandchildren who were gathering to enjoy the gulali.

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