Destiny Son-in-law Wasted
38. Bela Upset

Bela enters the house, she sees an unknown car in Arman's yard. He thought it was Alvin's, he circulated the view. There was no one in the house, and Bela stepped up to the stairs.

But then his steps came to a halt as Belinda's voice came toward him in quick steps and called out his name.

"Defender darling!" belinda.

Bela turned her head towards Belinda, looking at her flatly. While Belinda is very happy and happy because the child she raised finally came home too.

"Defa, are you different now? More beautiful and wawah. Your clothes are very luxurious" said Belinda staring at Bela from top to bottom.

He looked at everything Bela was wearing, pulled his wrist and held the bracelet Bela was wearing.

"Well, this is great, baby. What's this bracelet in that guy's love?" tanya Belinda held the diamond-encrusted bracelet.

"Yes, this is in love with him." Bela replied still flat.

"Your son yes, you should have given mama jewelry. Bring a lot of money and also expensive clothes for mama" said Belinda.

Bela's eyes are breaking, ever since she was at the Yoga mansion in Italy. He thought a lot about the life he had been living with Belinda and Arman. He was pampered by both parents who had nurtured him since childhood.

But now, after knowing a lot about the fact he's not Belinda and Arman's son. Now her mind only believes in her husband's Yoga.

"I'm tired, I want to rest" said Bela.

"Hey, wait a minute. We should celebrate your return, and your father hasn't met you, he's in his study with Alvin" Belinda said.

Bela gave a rude snort, no longer interested in hearing Alvin's name. Now all she thought about was wanting to find out where her mother's maid house used to be and wanting to ask her a lot.

"I want to rest ma, mama will know how many hours travel from Italy to Indonesia. I was on the plane for twelve more hours, so I'm tired of wanting a break" Bela said.

"Huh, now you're so arrogant huh. Did that guy teach you to be rude to old people?!" belinda asked in an annoyed tone to Bela.

Bela was silent, she stared intently at her mother. That's right, if Belinda was his biological child there's no way he'd be rude and yell at her like that.

Belinda's voice reached Arman's study, and she came out of the study and saw whose wife she was talking to. Followed by Alvin, they approached the stairs.

"Defender?!" yell Arman.

"Defender darling?!" alvin shouted with a sumringah face.

Bela looked at Arman and Alvin one by one. Alvin approached with a face full of excitement. Likewise with Arman, he approached Bela and pulled the girl's hand so as not to go up the stairs first.

"Dear, baby, you're home? Why not call papa first? If you go home, you can pick you up, baby." said Arman sweet-faced in front of his son.

Bela just kept quiet, she suddenly felt fed up with that Arman.

"Bela, I miss you" said Alvin staring at Bela.

"Now you have met me, therefore. I want to take a break, on the way on the plane it was very tiring. So, please don't bother me first. Because I want to rest because I'm tired" said Bela.

Everything seemed silent, one of the servants approached Bela with a cover bed and spoke to her.

"Miss, can I clean your room now?" ask the waiter, who turns out to be a Yoga guy to look after Bela at Arman's house.

"Yes, clean my room. I want to sleep." said Bela.

"Well miss."

"Bela, you can currently sleep and rest. But in the afternoon papa and mama and Alvin want to talk to you" Arman said.

Bela just waved her hand, she climbed the stairs with a suitcase carried by the maid to immediately enter her room.

The three people below were just staring at Bela's departure. They were confused as well, especially Arman. Why did Bela get home so easily?

"Om, let's continue in the chat room" Alvin said.

Alvin and Arman left Belinda, and the woman went to the kitchen. He wanted to prepare food for Bela who had just returned home.

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At night, eight o'clock. After that dinner, Bela was restless. He sat on the porch, observing the front street whether a car had entered Arman's house.

Belinda approached Bela, she sat watching her son who was observing the street since.

"What are you doing, Bela?" ask Belinda.

"Ngga ma." Bela replied briefly.

"Since you looked ahead, what are you waiting for?" ask Belinda.

"Nothing" replied Bela again.

"You waiting for Alvin?" ask Belinda.

"No."

"Huh, why do you always answer briefly. Are you upset with your mom?" ask Belinda.

"Here you go, ma, I want to go in first. Want to sleep." said Bela got up from her seat and went into her room.

"Defender!"

Bela paused and closed her eyes, taking a rough breath. Belinda came closer, she was very upset with Bela.

"Heh, you are so arrogant after dating a man who bought you that? Even what you use is all expensive, you should thank me both papa and papa. Introducing you to a rich man and soon your mother's daughter-in-law!" belinda.

Belinda looked at Belinda, she stared intently at the forty-eight-year-old woman.

"So right, papa sold me to men for business reasons?" ask Bela.

"Eh, baby. That's not what mama means, papa it just wants you to be happy baby. No, don't be angry. Let's say you want to rest, mama will accompany ya." said Belinda increasingly clumsy with Bela angry at him.

Be silent, all what Yoga says one by one will be seen. Belinda and Arman are like two-headed snakes, Bela thought.

"Bela, come in. Come with papa." said Arman suddenly came out and told Bela to come in.

"You what?"

"Papa wants to talk, and soon Alvin will come too" said Arman.

"What do you want with Alvin?"

"Didn't you like it? He'll propose to you Bela" said Arman.

"I still have a husband, can papa want to marry me to him? Anyway, papa sold me to an Italian businessman, did you forget?" ask Bela sinia.

"Your agreement with the businessman is done? And yourhusband? Where's dia? Even to spare you he can't!" said Arman.

Bela shut up, he was long-lost with that Arman. He wanted to say that he knew that his father had killed his grandfather. But she could not be rash, so that later her husband's business, she just wanted to know the story about her real mama and the real truth of her old maid. And in what way did Arman take it from his mother's hand.

"Om night, aunt."

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