Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother

Chapters 121. Emberish

“Pak, Non Icca kidnapped!” exclaimed Mr. Rudi, running into the house, trying to tell his employer.

Hearing the information from his driver, Bara ran out.

“Where did you get this information? Where's my wife?” his tan frantically circulated his gaze, down the empty courtyard of the house leaping.

“Where is my wife?” tanya Bara snapped at her driver. Too upset with Mr. Rudi who did not answer him.

“Ma-sorry Sir, Madam outside,” said Mr. Rudi, walking past Bara, indicating Bella's current whereabouts.

“There sir,” explained Mr. Rudi, pointing towards the crowd of citizens.

Bara immediately ran over, breaking through the crowd, looking for Bella among the gathered citizens. His body is squeezed, when he sees Bella sitting helplessly on the grass crying. His wife's face was a mess, full of tears.

“How can this be, Bell? Tell me what really happened?” tanya Bara, crouch down.

The sharp gaze between panic, anger, annoyance gathered into one.

“Say Bell, what happened?” ask Bara with a slightly raised tone.

“Icca kidnapped Mas,” story Bella, with tears unraveling.

“How can, Bell. How do you keep her until your daughter gets kidnapped?” grunts Bara.

“Abducted in front of home, Sir. Here,” said a resident, pointing to the scene.

“Yes God ... Bella,” says Bara squeezes her own hair.

A resident showed CCTV footage that panned the street and showed how Issabell could have been abducted. It just so happened that CCTV Bara's own house could not catch to the scene because it was blocked by the towering walls of the house.

Looking at the CCTV footage, Bara's emotions are getting out of control. Gruffly, pulling Bella's hand, dispersed the crowd of citizens abruptly.

The nanny and Mr. Rudi who stood there were seen trailing the steps of his employer with fear.

“How is it, Sir?” said the nanny with a trembling voice.

“Pray only hope Non Icca is okay. Otherwise, you can imagine what will happen,” said Mr. Rudi.

Arriving inside the house, Bara takes Bella to the room and hurls her body violently onto the bed. It appears he contacted his colleague who worked in the police force to help him. Not there, Bara also contacted some of his friends who live in Surabaya, to help find Issabell.

“How do you take care of your daughter, Bell?” tanya Bara, throw her cell phone on the bed. The annoyed rout mixed with anger was so domineering, it looked so terrifying.

“Sorry, Mas,” great-grandson Bella, after a long silence and can only cry. Bella also voices.

“What do you do when Icca is gone? What are you working on?!” tanya Bara, half yelling.

“Where is the usual security guard in front of the house? Why is the gate not closed?” todong Bara's.

“Sorry Mas. Security who used to be on guard was sick. Not closed since Mr. Rudi came out to pick you up, Mas. I think soon Mas arrived, so left open,” obviously Bella back.

Bara shook his head.

“If you already know like that, you should be more careful, Bell. Icca alone out on the road. There's no babysitter, you're not there either. What are you guys working on?” nagel Bara's.

“I was chatting with Mom on the terrace. I didn't see Icca coming out, Mas,” said Bella, looking down, ready to accept her husband's anger.

Bara rubbed his face rough. Absolutely cannot accept Bella's negligence.

“Taking care of one child just isn't becus. You should know, the Icca boy doesn't understand anything. Must be fully monitored. Why are you so late, Bell?” lamented repeatedly.

Bella could only look down, cry and apologize. Regretful for being negligent, too serious to chat until not realizing Issabell had disappeared, out into the streets alone.

“You know, for this matter, I can't accept any reason. Because of negligence, your mistake could hurt Icca. There's no defense for that. Just pray Icca's okay. Reflect on your mistakes!” bara said, pocketing his phone back and rushing out.

The sound of the door being slammed hard, making Bella's heart almost jump out. Her crying broke at this moment. Crying over Issabell and angering Bara at him. Bella pulled the pillow and hid her crying voice there so as not to be heard out.

Regret becomes more and more when receiving Bara's anger. Even he forgot the pain in his bleeding knee, forgot his dirty clothes from falling face down in the yard. Even he could not feel anymore, the pain and cramps that were attacking his lower abdomen.

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Bara's anger continues, now the nannies and home assistants are sprayed. Embers with fiery eyes, high levels of emotion, set their waists in front of the assistants and caregivers who lined up neatly and lowered their heads .

Mr. Rudi who did not know anything also shrieked, joining the group of Bara's domestic assistants. Stand with your hands in front.

No one dared to answer. Never answer, raise your eyes no one can.

Right now Bara is like a raging lion being bullied in his sleep. The anger this time is seen after almost a few years of work.

Almost half an hour of Bara's emotions were out of control, until Mother Rosmah tried to speak.

“Impard Mom. Mother was also negligent. No one wants this to happen.”

“And it has happened, we can do nothing but pray that all is well,” continued Ms. Rosmah, holding her teary eyes so as not to cry.

He also felt guilty and regretful about his boredom, but at this time could do nothing.

Bara was stunned for a moment, trying to calm his emotions.

“Bu, later there may be a friend who will come to ask about the chronology and CCTV footage. Please help. I have to find Icca now. Can't stay here waiting for news,” explained Bara.

“Pak Rudi, come!” take Bara, hurry out.

The driver who heard his name called hurriedly went out tailing.

“Search anywhere! If necessary, we will explore the entire city of Surabaya! I don't want anything to happen to Icca because I was late to help her,” Bara said,

***

Time went on, the afternoon disappeared, the night came. So far there has been no news, both from the police, the people of Bara, even Bara himself has not returned since this afternoon.

Rosmah's mother could only sit quietly in the company of the house assistants. While Bella since the afternoon did not come down from her room, just crying and regretting her negligence.

It was almost 22:00 p.m., when the sports car Bara entered the yard. Not long after, the man came down with his disheveled face. His phone hasn't stopped ringing since, sharing information with colleagues and friends.

“How?” ask Rosmah's mother.

Bara did not reply, only shook his head and immediately went up to his room with a tired face, almost desperate.

Just as the door of his room opened, the sound of a cell phone ringing came back. This time from an unknown number.

“Halo,” greet Bara so stick that flat object in the ear. Bara's eyes rounded upon hearing the information the caller conveyed.

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