Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother

Chapters 133. Visit of Kailla

After picking up Issabell, Bella immediately invited the little girl home. After previously asking Mr. Rudi, shut up for his meeting with Roland.

For some reason, his feelings were not good any time Roland discussed with Bara. Her husband did not like Roland's closeness to his daughter from the beginning. As the man arrived a few weeks ago, Bara became so jealous, even though her lips were still unwilling to admit.

That afternoon as usual, Bara came home sooner than his normal business hours. As soon as he got out of the car, the man spread his gaze across the front yard of the house, looking for the whereabouts of the mistress. As usual, if it was still an afternoon like this, his wife and son would be enjoying a relaxing time.

His feet had yet to step in, a black Alphard diverted his world. Get in and park right on the side of his sports car. Of course, Bara frowned. Confused and astonished by the unusual arrival of guests. He had no appointment with anyone, but suddenly there was an uninvited guest.

Not yet lost his surprise, appeared Kailla, his wife's college friend, as well as the wife of his best friend, Pram. Jump down from the car while carrying a clear crackle bag in his right hand.

“Jeez, this little troublemaker is coming again!” his murmur held back his annoyance.

Kailla's nosy smile made the mood go up and down, irregular like a rollcoaster.

“Sore Om, Bellanya is?” kailla asked with a bright smile that was ready to destroy the entire house. Bara is very confident, Pram's wife can really overturn the world, ravaging the entire earth.

“Bella is not at home,” says Bara Ketus, with spontaneous and sneaky grin. It's been a mess of what Kailla will make in her house.

Kailla frowned. Between confused and upset with Bara's answer. She doesn't know what Bella's husband is like.

“Don't lie, Om. I brought Bella's seat. Your wife asked me to buy a hodgepodge near campus,” Kailla said, breaking Bara's statement.

Deg—

Bara's lips tightly clenched. Can't defend himself after being checked in by Kailla. Sculpting where he stood, looking at Kailla with a flat face. Shortly after, Sam, Kailla's assistant, steps down from the front seat.

“Sore, Om,” greet Sam, join calling Bara with the same greeting as Kailla.

“Badness!” as Bara, feeling played. It's not that he doesn't know who Sam is just Kailla's assistant, Pram's subordinate.

“Sorry, Om. I'm still in college mode, former college friend Bella, so calls have to adjust,” Sam said. Walking towards the security post, Sam chose to talk and join there.

“Log in!” bara's orders on Kailla. Just as his feet stepped, his eyes caught the shadow of Ricko sitting in the driver's seat, hiding from him.

Bara is of course provoked. “Kai, enter by yourself. I still have business,” Bara said. Urung went into the house, instead the man even approached Ricko.

Bara's jealousy is always provoked, when he sees Ricko. For some reason, the man is difficult to control himself every time a man close to Bella stands around his wife.

Tok .. tok.

Tapping the rough windshield of the car window, a flash later Ricko's handsome face appeared.

“Ya, Sir,” says Ricko scared. It has not been counted how many times his face was battered because of the actions of Bara. Damn, he was not guilty at all.

“Remember! do not dare to step down from the car. Don't show your face in front of my wife, Bella,” Bara threatened, pointing her index finger at Ricko.

Ricko nodded, not daring to argue. It has been his fate always hostile to Bara for no apparent reason.

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Kailla had entered Bara's mansion without permission once she saw that the main door was unlocked. This is not the first time he has visited. He visited Bella several times when she was in college.

“Anybody home?” kailla shouted as usual. The real nature and what Kailla is when in front of Bara and Bella. Her husband's good relationship with Bara, making Kailla no doubt to Bara.

“Indeed you think I'm not a person? Why are you still screaming?” sahut Bara was upset by the sound of Kailla's bells.

“Sorry, Om. I'm used to it. In my house if no one screams, no one listens. Om know for yourself, my house is as big as a country palace,” said Kailla origin. His nosy smile really made Bara rise in blood.

Bara can only stroke the chest every time he faces Kailla. Luckily his wife was much different. It is certain, he will send him back to his parents' house if he gets Kailla's bar wife.

From the direction in the house appeared the awaited. Bella with her cozy house negligee and ponytailed hair looks so pretty this afternoon.

With her disrespect, Kailla precedes. Hugged Bella, gave her kiss on her best friend's left cheek and right cheek. The embers who had already stretched out their hands ready to welcome the wife can only swallow disappointed.

“Mas, already home?” bella asked, after taking off her hug on Kailla.

Bara just nodded, keeping his regret alone. Moreover, seeing the happy face of his wife, as much as possible he relented.

“I'm tired, Bell. I'll go to the room for a second. Where's icca?” ask Bara limp. Never mind a kiss, even he did not have time to wipe Bella's stomach.

“Icca is playing with her mom in the room,” said Bella, already grabbing Kailla's hand. Invite his friend into enjoying the hodgepodge of his order.

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New coals come down at dinner time. With a radiant look of face after a short break in his room and cleaning himself. She missed Bella very much. Footsteps climb the stairs that lead him down to the first floor.

Upon reaching the living room, Bara's footsteps came to a halt when her bead of eyes caught a beautiful figure who was still at home visiting and had not come home since this afternoon. The happy roar that had adorned his face, faded away.

“This brat is at home. Not going home. Pram too, his pet was released, not sought. Didn't he know his wife had been missing for hours. That means there will be casualties because of the actions of his naughty wife," Bara grumbled in his heart.

The man did not dare to grumble in front of Bella, fearing that his wife was angry and would not allow him to approach later tonight and threatened not to get a daily allowance.

“Mas, let's have dinner,” take Bella, grab her husband's hand. Half dragged, bringing the burly man into the dining room.

Trailing behind, Kailla with her leisure. He just gave Ricko and Sam money to feed at a stall near Bella's house.

“Kailla will come to dinner with us today. I asked for it, Mas. We haven't met for a long time,” Bella's story, with enthusiasm. Deliberately invited his best friend to dinner at his house, their chat was not finished.

Bara complied, though inwardly swearing coarsely. Only able to pray, after Kailla's stomach was full, the brat immediately remembered returning home. He also needs time with his wife.

After dinner, Bara chooses to sit in the family room, watch and steal the listen from a distance wife and Kailla tells a story. His sense of hearing was catching whether there was a foreign male name that the two talked about.

His eyes repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall. Seconds, minutes feel long gone. He's almost exhausted his patience. Honestly, he was confused. How Pram could not look for the whereabouts of his wife who had disappeared for hours.

By stepping onto the porch of the house, Bara finally gave up. Forced to contact Pram to drag Kailla home.

“Ya, Bar.” There was a masculine voice coming from across the phone.

“Where is Pram?” ask Bara, impatiently. Standing on the porch, looking out at the darkness of the night.

“I'm still on the road, Bar. What's up?” ask Pram wonder. It's not usually Bara to contact him.

“Quick to my house now, Pram. Take your wife home. Guests don't remember the time," said Bara, as usual.

“Hah?! What happened to Kailla, Bar?” ask Pram again.

“Guests from afternoon, until this hour still do not want to go home,” grumbled Bara, staring at the clock on his wrist, it is almost 20:00 p.m.

He was used to his best friend. Speaking is also blunt and forthright. Nothing is covered. Not that he disliked Kailla, it was just that the brat was interfering with her pleasure. It should be at this hour, he and his wife are already wrapped in blankets. Hugging each other and sharing kisses. Talking and talking to their babies.

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T B C

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