Transmigration to a 17-Year-Old Girl
Chapters 14. Meet

The engagement of Bella and Riko took place very magnificently. In the midst of the festive atmosphere, Bella saw Farhan and Gea. His best friend and fiancee look so friendly. There was no sadness on their faces.

So soon, they forgot about me? inner Bella.

Bella continued to stare at Farhan and Gea who were walking closer to the few people who were gathering. There, his father and mother were gathered together with his business partners. Bella did not expect that her past memories were so vivid and with her present identity, could she approach them.

His tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks. He should be able to accept the fact that at the moment he is only able to look, but cannot hold.

Bella doesn't care if anyone sees her crying.

"Bella, what's wrong with you? Are you sorry you got engaged to me?" ask Riko worriedly.

"I'm fine. Only I was sad, my parents were beside me," replied Bella as she wiped her tears with her hands.

"Patience, Bella. From now on, you are my responsibility. If there is any difficulty, tell me, I will definitely try to solve it," Riko said seriously.

"thank you. Actually, I don't have any difficulties" Bella said as she looked at Riko. "Can we greet the invited guests?"

Bella waits for a response from Riko. Bella really wanted to say hello to her father and mother, as well as Farhan and Gea. At least, Bella wants to know, their feelings, after losing her.

"good. I'll accompany you to say hello to them. Who do you want to greet first?" ask Riko.

"Not much, I just want to say hello to them" Bella said, pointing to Mr. Grace and Ms. Lestari.

"You know them?"

"No. It's just that, when I saw them, it was like I was looking at my mom and dad" Bella replied.

Riko took Bella's hand and approached Rahmat and Bu Lestari. Riko greeted them kindly and politely. While Bella's gaze was fixed on Farhan who was adjacent to Gea.

"Hallo, good afternoon, Om Grace. Can we get acquainted?" riko asked with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Riko. Now he's grown up and has successfully followed in your father's footsteps. Too bad, Hesty could not see her childhood friend succeed," replied Mr. Grace happy and sad at the same time.

"Riko is sorry. Riko Mita is sorry for not attending Hesty's funeral" Riko said sadly. "Wedding Riko wants to know Om Rahmat. Because he said Om looks like his father."

Bella reached out her hand to shake hands with Mr. Grace, Ms. Suryani, Gea and most recently Farhan. Memories of the past remind Bella of Farhan's love. He could not deny it, if the love was still in his heart.

He cannot deny that he should be able to live fully as Bella and not Hesty anymore. But, his desire to know who had already pushed him , was still very strong.

"Good afternoon, everybody. I'm Bella, Om Riko's fiancee" Bella said, introducing herself to them.

"Bella, why call Riko Om anyway?" gea asked in shock. Not only Gea, anyone who heard him would definitely wonder.

Although their ages differ considerably, 28 years by 17 years. But after getting engaged, at least Bella can respect Riko by calling him mas or Darling.

"Ouch, sorry. But, Bella could not call other than that. Not married yet, Auntie," replied Bella deliberately teasing Gea.

"Metul, Om Farhan. This Farhan om, Aunt Gea's husband, huh?" bella asked, pretending to smile, but her heart was sad.

"No. We are just friends" Farhan replied with a laugh.

"France ...." Gea's face seemed displeased at Farhan's reply.

"friends only. But you guys look really familiar, don't you?" ask Bella again.

"Bella, already. Don't question the personal affairs of others. Where am I going to go?" riko asked while looking at Bella who was still not satisfied with Farhan's answer.

"I want to talk to Mr. Grace and Ms. Lestari. Can you?" ask Bella while looking towards Bu Lestari.

"Bye, Bella. We'll just sit there." Mr. Grace pointed to a place in the corner of the room that had a chair.

Bella said goodbye to Riko and then followed Rahmat and Bu Lestari to the place. While Farhan and Gea don't understand, Bella wants to talk to Hesty's parents.

Bella looked sad and endured her desire to hug her parents. Bella must be able to take their heart, so that when she wants to meet it will be easier and more subtle.

"Sir Mercy, Ms. Lestari. Bella is so happy to know you. Bella is sad because Bella now has no family anymore" Bella said, shedding tears.

Bella begins to tell him about her condition after her father dies and she has to live with her mother and stepbrother. Bella Tidka hopes that the story of stepmother and stepbrother will be like in dramas. But it was real and he couldn't fight back for real because after all, they had been taking care of Bella from childhood until now.

Hearing Bella's story, Rahmat and Bu Lestari were very sad and carried away. They also took many heavy breaths.

"Bella, mother is also sad because we also recently lost our only daughter, her name is Hesty. Although we had 3 other children, they were all men. If you don't mind, let us be your foster parents. Come to our house anytime if you want," said Ms. Lestari who was greeted with a smile by Bella.

"Really, Bella. We will welcome you with pleasure. You remind us of our daughter's youth" Mr. Grace added.

"Surely, you guys love Hesty very much. Bella is thrilled to have the honor of being your adopted daughter. Bella will gladly accept it" Bella said, holding Bu Lestari's hand.

Bella is very happy, can get their heart, even now Bella has been considered a child by them and raised a child anyway.

They soon rejoined the other invited guests. While Bella is forcibly pulled by Risha towards a quiet place and scolded her.

"Bella, you're embarrassing the family. You shouldn't have come" said Risha annoyed.

"Risha, are you angry and upset with me? You must be wondering how I got away from your mother's men. Risha, I'm no longer the Bella you used to know" Bella said with a cynical smile.

"What do you mean Bella?" ask Risha to panic.

"I mean, you and your mother, both stupid," said Bella boldly speaking ill of her stepmother.

"Milary ...."