Wife 108kg Mr. Bara
Chapters 13. New atmosphere and new life.

Germany, one of the countries in Europe that became Alice's hiding place to give birth and raise her child alone later. Since arriving in the country, Alice has begun to forget the sadness of her heart. Every day he looks at child magazines and knits to fill his boring days.

During her pregnancy her cousin forbade her to work, even the crossbreed woman did not allow Alice to do the slightest homework.

Maple leaves fall one by one in the wind. The red color shimmered in the sun which began to reddish in line with the dried leaves that fall.

"What are you doing here, Yon?" Bianca approaches Alice, who is now renamed Yonna, as her last name suggests. The pregnant woman was relaxing enjoying the fall of the maple leaves alone.

"Enjoy solitude" he answered with a smile. His hand rubbed his distended stomach gently. Since pregnancy Yonna is happy to touch her stomach, interacting with the fetus that has just grown.

"Are you bored? I can take you for a walk," bargained the shoulder-haired girl.

Long jeans and checkered shirts, hair tied and covered by a hat make Bianca look more like a man than a girl. The woman was actually sweet with an indo-german mixed face.

"No need, I again want to relax sitting here while enjoying the autumn breeze. Oh yeah, your tumben's coming home fast?"

"Oh, I came home early on purpose. Tired of mulu work, besides without work also I'm rich," Bianca's laughter broke.

It sounds so arrogant, but that's the truth. She was the only child of a well-known German food company owner.

Bianca's native Indonesian mother is the younger sister of Papa Yonna. Yonna felt happy living in this house, besides the calm atmosphere. His family took it very well here.

"The wind's too tight, let's go in!" invite Bianca, Yonna wants to refuse with the reason still at home in her place. But the sharp gaze that Bianca gave made her not let out that word.

The two women entered a large Victorian house that used stone and wood. The building is quite tall with two floors of different shapes to maintain its asymmetrical concept.

"After giving birth what will you do Yonna? Are you going back to Indonesia?"

"No, maybe I'll find a job and raise my son in this country. I feel comfortable living here. All the citizens are friendly and nosy" said Yonna. They both walked while talking.

"Why we have to work, we can stay relaxed in this house. Just babysit your kid."

"Who will support me and my son? Do you think both of our lives cost nothing?" yonna replies to her cousin's innocent-sounding remarks compared to her two-year-old.

"Yes, too, or you're looking for a new husband. There are many handsome and rich men here. Let me introduce you to one of them!"

The smile on Yonna's lips instantly dimmed. His footsteps came to a halt just before the two of them climbed the stairs.

"Have you forgotten what made me end up like this? Girls alone I do not appreciate let alone the widow of one child," said Yonna. The sadness was clearly reflected on his face, his eyes blankly staring at the stairs.

Bianca exhaled. "You're beautiful Yonna, it's just that they don't realize your beauty. Like a jewel buried in dust makes its luster fade."

"Because it's true, if your body is thinner. I'm sure you'll be such a beautiful woman" Bianca suggested. He scanned the appearance of Yonna from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

White skin, tall body, a pair of almond round eyes with pliable eyelashes. The nose is also in the right composition, not too sharp and not too pugnacious.

Her thick lower lip made her lips look sexy. She is perfect as a woman, except for her stocky body that ruins the composition of that beauty.

"What's wrong? Why are you so alone?" Yonna pats Bianca on the shoulder. The girl was also flinched from her daydream. Bianca chuckled, she scratched her non-itchy head.

"Basic, come!" Yonna took her foot up the stairs to her room. Bianca followed him from behind. In Bianca's brain has been arranged several plans that he will do after the pregnant woman gave birth.

"After the child is born, I will show the world what a beautiful woman really looks like! What if it's fat? Like a balloon bloated just looking for a needle to deflate it right!" think Bianca lightly. The corner of her lips lifted into a beautiful arch.

In a different place, the Apsara family was enjoying a family dinner in silence. No one opened the sound other than the clanking of spoons that occasionally collided with the plate.

"Dear please get that!" Pinta Gisella with spoiled on her husband. Gavin did not answer, only his hand reached for what the woman wanted.

"Thank you, dear." Just tasted the food Gavin gave me. Gisella is back. He put the prawns on Gavin's plate.

"Darling, please open it! My nails hurt if I peel them. You see my fingernails just got treated!" the woman sounded like a whine.

Gisel raised both hands, showing her beautiful fingernails painted with a gradation of light purple and pink in addition to ornaments in the form of gems and gliters.

Everything at the dining table started to grow furious with the spoiled attitude of the woman. Gavin is no exception, he feels like Gisella's waitress at this dinner table. His pride in front of his own family was tarnished.

"You know I don't like shrimp, why put it on my plate?!"

Gisella showed off her sweet smile, she was too confident that Gavin would always obey her wishes. Until Gisella unknowingly overstepped a boundary that she shouldn't have crossed.

Jelita squealed at that smile. He did not like his new son-in-law at first. If not for the grandchildren in her womb, then Jelita would never have allowed the powerful woman to occupy her home.

"I'm not asking you to eat it, honey. But ask you to open it for me. This is our son's request" Bianca replied as she pointed to her stomach starting to bulge.

The woman always made the child in her stomach as the reason when Gavin would show his angry face. Even when Jelita scolded her, she used her stomach to pretend to be sick to cause a debate between her in-laws and Gavin.

Jelita just wanted to open her mouth because she could not bear to see Gisella's outrageous attitude. But restrained by the gaze of Immanuel's eyes and the code from his lips that told Jelita to hold back her emotions.

"Basic snake! Just say you're lazy. What do you think my son is your slave!" jelita in the Heart. He's really furious.