Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother

Chapters 137. Whatisthis?

I went home at midnight. Throughout the day the man was busy with his activities until he did not have time to contact his wife, even to just ask about the news of his little hero. This day the schedule was crowded and had to ignore Bella and Issabell.

There's a sense that goes away just a day not hearing Bella's chatty voice. It has become a habit lately, exchanging news or exchanging stories in between his free time.

Fatigued footsteps, dragging into his daughter's room. Making sure Issabell fell asleep comfortably and gave her little daughter a warm kiss.

“Sweet dream, Honey,” he said slowly, gently rubbing Issabell's forehead. Tidying up the messy blanket to keep warm the tiny body that began to shiver cold.

Since the baby, Issabell has been accustomed to sleeping alone, so Bara has memorized with his regular activities. Every midnight makes sure Issabell is okay.

Next, switch to his bedroom located next to Issabell's room. As soon as he stepped foot into the room, his eyes caught the sight of his sleeping wife, lulled in the dreamland.

Take off his work coat, throw the origin onto the sofa before dropping his body on the side of the bed. Sitting on the bed, staring at the deep face that was so innocent without any burden.

“My little girl is now an adult,” whispered Bara, painting Bella's face with her index tip.

Carving slowly, his wife's facial lines and ending in thin lips blushed reddish. Recall the childhood of Bella who filled her days while still living in Surabaya. The sweet girl who was so diligent in helping her mother every time she went home from school.

Cup.

A light kiss landed on Bella's lips, as she opened her eyelids slowly. Blink a few times until it is finally perfectly rounded. Bella was wide-eyed when she realized Bara was watching her from close range.

“Mas, already home?” bella asked, in a hoarse voice, gathering a still topsy-turvy consciousness. The sleepy eyes stared at the round clock hanging on the wall of his room.

“Why once a night, Mas?” bella asked, when she realized the time was too late at night and her husband had just set foot back home with a pile of fatigue that seemed obvious in Bara's appearance.

“There was a little problem in the project, but now it is done,” Bara smiled. Her fingers began to be agile and bold, tidying up the black mane of Bella's crown that was in disarray covering her face. Tuck slowly behind the earlobe.

“Beauty,” compliment Bara, review smile. Staring at his wife's simple beauty without a sweep of make up, without a beautiful nightgown. Just an ordinary negligee because it is too often used and washed often. Bella said, the riot signifies the comfort of the simple nightgown. Too comfortable to wear continuously. What's more in her pregnancy, more comfortable to move at home.

“Mas already ate?” bella asked, taking a sitting position, leaning against the stacked pillow.

“But.”

“Mas, want me to prepare food?” tawar Bella, sitting upright tying her hair original, she prepared to rise from her sleep.

“Later. I'm going to take a shower first.” Bara's gaze turned to look at his wife's stomach. This whole day didn't say hello to his little whiz.

“He's fussy all day? He's looking for his daddy, Bell?” ask Bara.

“Not anymore. Our baby's been calm all day. Not to bother Mommy. Maybe he understands that Daddy is working hard to buy a lot of toy cars for him.”

Without saying much, Bella rushed to the bathroom. Prepare hot water for her husband. Things that have never been left behind, even since he was not married, he had memorized it out of his head, will be the task of preparing hot water for his husband.

Before long, the pregnant woman had already come out of the bathroom after making sure everything was in order.

“Mas, hot water is ready,” bright Bella. Shortly after coming out of the bathroom. The sleepiness has vanished. He had to prepare dinner for Bara. It's not good to wake a housekeeper in the middle of the night like this. Already past the hours of their duty, it would be inhumane to still trouble the assistants for this easy task.

“Mas, want to make fried rice?” bargain Bella again, before leaving the room.

“No need, Bell. Just heat the food served for dinner. If there is no more, milk can also be. As long as it can block the stomach,” said Bara, open his shirt and work pants. As usual, throw it in the corner of the room.

Unaware of anything coming out of his pants pocket, lying just like that on the floor, Bara rushed into the bathroom, thinking nothing.

Bella, who was about to come out, stopped her steps when she saw the paper that had broken out of her husband's black pants pocket. Curious that tickled his heart. Unlike usual, Bella chose a stupid time. Right now his curiosity is so great, it makes him find out.

Bowing to pick up to ascertain what stole his attention. However, the curiosity immediately changed suspicions when he saw five pieces of ticket into the Safari Park, and what makes Bella's suspicions even more when she saw the payment invoice on behalf of Bara for two five-star hotel rooms at Puncak.

“Yes God, what is this?” whispered Bella almost crying, staring at the date and day listed on the invoice and the ticket stated that everything was ordered Bara today.

“What is my husband doing out there?” little Bella slow. His eyes condensed, starting to heat up and blush. Want to suck yourself up to it. In the midst of uncertainty, rather just guessing, he immediately cried for the uncertain.

But what is said, positive thoughts do not want to be invited to compromise. His heart is more dominant than his logic.

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TB

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