Marrying the Little Miss

Loser Man

Rianti clearly saw a look of disbelief from the corner of the child's eyes. He immediately took the map in his tote bag and gave the map to Avan.

"What's this?" ask Avan.

"Since Bella asked about the surgery, Mama has been preparing the paperwork."

Slowly Avan opened the map he just received and took some white paper with black ink seasoning there. The pitch black eyeball opened wide when he saw the name Arabella who became a kidney donor for him.

"Mama's kidding? I've gathered all the information about my donor and his donor Laudya. Ma, just play around with all this!" avan began to grow angry.

"Mama said you can believe it and no, it was all your decision. Mama just wants you to know what you don't know" Rianti said.

Avan was silent, to be honest many questions now crammed his mind, but he was confused where to straighten out the misunderstanding. However, more clearly when all is revealed he will definitely find himself as a loser man.

"Honest Bella is lazy Mama not to say all this. Because he wants to keep your relationship with Laudya," Rianti said again.

"Why?"

"Because what you're doing for Laudya right now is also done by Bella. The girl was a little shocked when she found out that she could live until now because of Laudya's kidney." Rianti was silent for a moment looking for the right words to describe Laudya's situation, "to be honest what you found in the hospital about the donor's data is Mama's doing."

"Ma, you don't have to be so convoluted to tell me all this. You know enough I'm a loser" Avan said.

"good. Once again Mama will say you can believe and you can't. I know you're smart enough and competent, you can investigate it yourself like before," after saying that line Rianti took a deep breath, saying, he tries to tell as much detail as possible every incident between the child, Bella and Laudya.

"Let me think about all this!" avan exclaimed after Rianti finished his story.

"Van," the call from the mother did not ignore Avan. He's a grown man but why can't he ever realize that a kid like Bella is protecting him?

"Where is he now?" avan asked with a cold look, the man's expression was hard to explain.

"Company AD group."

At that instant Avan immediately took off the infusion attached to his hand. He did not care at all when the hand was bleeding, all he wanted right now was to meet Bella.

***

Company AD group.

Bella got up from the chair that had been supporting her body. The girl brought a cup of coffee to the edge of the room.

"It's night out" muttered Bella staring fixedly at the scenery out there. The 20-story building is synonymous with glass so it's no wonder when a night like this Bella can see the scenery out there.

At first glance Bella looked at the black sky without any moon or stars decorating her. If you think about it the sky above really illustrates his increasingly quiet mood. If Bella could turn back time, she would not want to live this life.

"Mom, are you happy up there? Why don't you take me? Do you know I'm lonely here even though you left me a lot of treasure? I need a backrest and a hug, ma'am," Bella said, revealing her frail side.

"Ah, of course you're happy because you won't feel any more pain" Bella said guessing what her late mother was feeling up there.

"Lake in."

"Bel, it's night. Come on, let's go home" said Livia as her body was already in the room. The girl's eyebrows intertwined as she looked at Bella with a cup of coffee, "you're drinking coffee again? What if your stomach acid goes up?"

Bella laughed crisply as she watched her best friend panic at what she was doing, "If you're like that, I can hold you back from having a boyfriend, Liv."

"Heh, you don't like that. How can you hold him? Don't you know how I fought for him and haven't melted his heart yet?" protest the figure of the man who now suddenly entered without permission.

"Can you shut up? I ask you to wait outside" said Livia, foolishly why did she not close the door to make the man enter just like that and make the laughter that she rarely saw disappear.

"Liv, I'm sorry" said Samuel.

Bella walked over to Samuel and Livia before the two men quarreled, "I think you should leave immediately. I don't want my peaceful room to be contaminated with you."

"Bel—"

Bella placed her index finger on her lips to signal Livia to be quiet, "I still have some documents I need to finish. You guys just go first."

"But—"

"Sam brother can take care of my friend that one?" Bella cuts back on Livia's words.

"certain." Samuel immediately grabbed Livia's hand, but before the man actually left he said, "He's waiting for you can't you see him?"

Livia saw Bella's face turn sad she immediately said to Samuel, "You're not going. Otherwise I'll go home alone."

"Liv, wait for me" cried Samuel when Livia had gone before him and all that did not escape Bella's sight.

Bella walked back to the side of the room, she looked back at the black sky up there, "Avan Mahendra, are you a man? You waiting for me?"

Bella smiled wryly, why did she have to come first? Speaking of waiting, what love should be awaited, should not love be fought for?

Bella for three weeks continued to hold back and not care about the man, but somehow the people around her seemed not to want her to just let go. Sometimes he thinks what is his choice to forget that the man did not get the support of the closest people?

A long breath escaped from his mouth. Soon he again sipped the remaining coffee, then sat back in his big chair and worked on the design of the sofa.

Huff ...

Bella seemed frustrated when she again wrestled with the design. The girl's head was dizzy instantly as she could not finish the design easily, sometimes she wondered why the late mother wanted the product when everyone was already against it.

As Bella focused on the picture in front of her, there was the sound of the door opening.

"Bella's."

Bella's eyes were perfectly rounded when she saw the man in hospital clothes standing in the doorway. Bella's feelings are now mixed, but one question that comes to the girl's mind, should her heart wobble back?