Wife 108kg Mr. Bara
Chapter 85. Regrets of selfishness.

It's been a week Yonna and Bara have been staying at the Apsara family home. In addition to keeping Bryan, they can also control Jelita's condition that is not good for some time lately.

The middle-aged woman was seen often daydreaming in the room or in the side garden. Sometimes Jelita smiled or chuckled a little, sometimes she cried.

The pain of a mother losing her son can only be felt by a mother as well. Let alone losing, when the child lies weakly on the bed because of pain alone has made the heart of a mother run aground. Especially if the child has actually been stretched rigidly underground.

"Ma, eat yes, Ma. If you refuse to eat like this, you will get sick" Yonna said, trying to persuade her in-laws.

The two of them sat on a long sofa placed behind a wall facing the pool in the side yard.

Jelita refused to touch her food even though it had to be forced. His body now began to limp until the doctor paired the infusion that is now impaled on the back of his left arm.

The middle-aged woman still threw her eyes at the calm pool water with the same fixed gaze. Blank.

Prangs!

Yonna returned to feed Jelita, but one pat from her hand dropped the meal and the plate until it broke into pieces.

Yonna breathed a heavy sigh. It is harder to persuade adults than children.

"Ma, if you don't eat too, there will be more severe Mama's pain" said Yonna despair. He no longer knew what to persuade the old woman.

Yonna screams for the waiter. Ask the waiter to clean the broken glass scattered on the floor so as not to hurt anyone passing by later.

"Leave Mama alone, Yonna! I just want to be alone right now!" Jelita opened her voice.

"Grandmother" said Bryan, he emerged from behind the door with Noah. Jelita turned her head, a cynical look she gave at the innocent boy.

"Noah, come! It's the same Grandma!" The smile on Jelita's lips instantly rose upon seeing Noah. He stretched his hand to welcome the duplicate little Bara.

Noah was silent, he looked at Bryan and Yonna in turn, then shook his head slowly.

"No Grandma! I'm dizzy, I'm going back to my room." Noah turned around, he pulled Bryan's arm. The boy Noah pulled down was saddened to see Jelita's treatment is now different from him. His little heart was hurting deep enough.

Yonna again breathed. He knew why his son was acting like that, Noah just wanted to keep his brother's feelings.

"Ma. Mama can't act like that to Bryan. It's also my mother's grandson!"

"No! Mama's grandson is only Noah. As for that child, it doesn't know whose seed is left in this house!" reply Jelita ketus. The old woman was so hard-hearted. Yonna did not even think Jelita could behave like that to the granddaughter who had been so spoiled and loved wholeheartedly.

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Darkness began to cover the horizon. The lights start to come to life illuminating every corner of the house.

"Where's Bryan? Why isn't he eating with us?" ask Bara to his wife. His hand rubbed his son's head gently. It is always done if he is busy all day with all the activities and can only gather at night starting to come.

"In his room. The boy refused to eat as usual."

"Grandma was mean to him, so Bryan was crying. I told him the boy couldn't cry like Daddy told me. But still his tears flowed. So ugly!" timpal Noah's.

The forehead is folded in. He looked at Yonna demanding an explanation.

"Mama ignored him again. I can't bear to see that boy, Mas. If it's like that for a long time. Poor with his mentality."

"You don't worry, from tomorrow it won't happen to her again."

Yonna squinted her eyes. "What do you mean, Mom?"

"The test results have come out and the results are 99.99 percent, Bryan is indeed the son of Gavin," Bara explained. His hand reached for the glass before him, drinking it until half was left.

"It's only fitting that Gisella just left the boy in this house" Yonna murmured dissolved in her own thoughts.

No mother can leave her child alone. Except for two things, he did not love his son or because it was a suitable place for his son to live.

In Gisella's case, Yonna is confused about what category she should decide. Rather than living in a conjecture. Bara took the initiative to check it out to be clear.

"Where's the report, Mas? I'll give it to Mama. There's something I want to say to her."

"There's a room in my briefcase."

Yonna immediately moved from her seat to the room, took what she needed and moved towards Jelita's room. Yonna knocks on the door slowly, after being let in and she steps her foot into the room and chooses to sit on the side of the bed.

Immanuel who was accompanying his wife chose to go out to the dining room. He knew there were important things that his daughter-in-law wanted to talk about alone.

"What's wrong?" ask Jelita indifferently.

"Mama read this!" Yonna handed Jelita a white hospital bribe. Jelita opened it, her eyes began to ponder what was written there. His breath felt tight with tears that began to pool.

"Did Mama regret it? Do you know how deep the wound in the child's heart is when you ignore it and scold it with harsh words that even he doesn't understand what he's doing wrong!" Jelita raised her eyes until her gaze on Yonna met.

"Sorry, Mama did not think that he was really Gavin's son" he said. There was a tightness in his heart that was seething. The shadow of the harsh treatment he had given Bryan some time recently began to swirl in his mind. He regretted.

"Not to me should Mama apologize, but to the boy. On what grounds does Mama doubt her identity? When all this time Mama never questioned it. Is it because Gisella cheated? Or because of Bryan's mischievous behavior that Mama considers not in accordance with the attitude of an Apsara descendant?" Yonna began to emit a sense of annoyance that he had been quieting.

"Ma, the mischievous and self-destructive attitude of a child does not determine its DNA and lineage. But how his family educated the boy was to be questioned. Even the son of a pela-cur can become a Quran memorizer if he was raised in a family environment that educates him well on religious knowledge and norms. The child is like a white paper, we who paint the paper to be beautiful and pleasing to the eye until others are fascinated by the charming carvings. And has this Apsara family been doing its responsibility to the child by educating him? Did Gavin and Gisella do a good job as parents to Bryan?"