Loving my best friend's sister

Brandon's Kindness

"Who wants that.." Show Marsya to the street vendors.

The family is currently on their way home after delivering Hanna and Mike's departure.

But just halfway through the trip, Marsya had asked to stop because he saw a rickshawman.

"All right, we'll stop for a second while we cool the machine." Brandon said, there is no choice but to obey the will of the pregnant woman.

Brandon stopped his car at the rest area near the street vendor Marsya wanted.

Marsya got out of the car with her cheerful steps, she was very happy when her husband was obeying his wishes, and no one else was forbidding.

"Sir, I want two yes. Pake water guava, young mango equal starfruit." Marsya said after in front of her street vendor.

"Yes, young pregnant again?"

"Hehe yes sir, the spice is a lot of yes sir but don't bother." Marsya said again. Mr. seller Rujak also nodded his head to understand.

Marsya sits his butt in an available chair, shortly after Brandon catches up with a few bottles of mineral water in the crackle.

"Main run away if you already want it, you're making me dizzy nyariin tau." Brandon said, he opened the bottle cap and gave it to his beloved wife.

"Once you've been a long time, I'd like to do it. What about ngeces?"

"Yes, it's important you're happy, baby, but be careful. Your content is still vulnerable, need extra care." Brandon rubbed Marsya's head and occasionally kissed her.

"It's a rhyme of her orders, is it her husband?"

"Yes sir.." Marsya answered while taking the hood from the hand of her rujak seller.

"Well, you're in perfect harmony, a young, romantic couple. May your marriage last until grandparents yes neng."

"Thank you for the prayer sir, then we both say goodbye first, want to continue the journey." This time Brandon answered because Marsya had started to eat his rujak voraciously. He offered 3 pieces of red money to a street vendor who looked old.

"It's mostly a, just 20 grand."

"Take your son at home, I go first." Brandon said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you A, may the sustenance be smooth, may the money that Aa loves quickly replaced with more sustenance than Aa gave to me."

"Aamiin sir, this is for you again. It's for capital or for the father to eat." Brandon said, he again issued 10 pieces of red money. It made the father glaze over, and a second later his tears flowed profusely, flooding his wrinkled cheeks.

"A, thank you for the kindness of Aa. This is more than enough for you, thank you." There was no stopping his old man to thank Brandon who gave his sustenance.

Brandon could not bear to see the father of the street vendor, his clothes were shabby, with a hat that looked worn. His mind screamed and thrashed for him to give some of his sustenance to the father.

"Oh sir, I am only mediating the provision of God for you. Healthy always yes sir," said Brandon, he embraced the father without prestige or disgust.

"It is difficult in the present day to find a good person like Aa tea, congratulations to the destination yes A, be careful on the road. May Aa same healthy wife always, launched at her delivery later. I will not forget Aa's kindness."

"Aamiin sir, once again thank you for your prayers. I say yes, this is my last." Brandon added 5 pieces of red money into the pocket on the frumpy t-shirt.

The father patted Brandon on the shoulder, he cried bitterly. Just this time there was a person who cared about him, in his twilight age he was still struggling to support his son and his wife.

Brandon invites his wife to return to his car, to continue the journey.

"Thank you sir, the rhyme is good." Marsya said, they also left with friendly hands.

Indeed, kindness does not need to wait for time and on whom, Brandon proved the truth. Suddenly, he felt sorry for the father of the seller of rujak, on the other hand he salutes her because in his old age but the father is still trading to meet all his needs, not begging.

"Why buy his rujak so long?" Ask Asih Mother, she also helped deliver Mike because of a request from the man.

"Oh well." Saying Mother Asih.

"I'm proud of you baby, I'm so grateful to have a good husband and care like you." Marsya gave her sweetest smile to her husband.

"I'm also very grateful to have a beautiful wife and.."

"And what is it?" Marsya asked curiously.

"Ganas in bed." Brandon's whisper in his wife's ear, making Marsya slash and pat her mesoom husband's arm softly. Whatever the conversation, surely eventually will be there.

Brandon immediately started his car engine and continued the journey that was still quite far.

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After a long journey, finally the car that Brandon drove to his house.

But it looks crowded, what happened? Something happened when he went to the airport.

As Brandon's mind drifted, thinking of his Papa who had not been seen out of the room, he also forgot to leave his papa to his brother.

Brandon gets out of the car with a run he immediately gets into the house regardless of the strange look of Raka and Lita.

"Pa.." Call Brandon, he's opening his papa's room. Can Brandon see, Papa just took a shower.

"Why Brand, my youngest son? You're home yet?" Ask Papa Roberts.

"No Pa, that's it. Papa's eating?"

"Same chicken soup on the table." Papa Roberts replied, she was busy with her activities of drying her hair with a small towel.

"Alright, Brandon's out first." Papa Roberts just nodded his head. He stared at Brandon's back nanar who slowly disappeared behind the door, wanting him to cry given his impossible state of recovering, and who was unable to recover, but at least she wanted to enjoy her last moments with her youngest child.

"Why run Brand?" Raka asked, after seeing Brandon come out of his papa's room.

"Gapa, just not feeling good just forgot not nitipin papa same brother. Btw, why don't you work?" Ask Brandon.

"Cape the work mute, anyways this is a red date to do the work."

"I forgot the bang," Brandon said as he patted his forehead softly.

"Master.."

"Biarin, rather than bucin."

"Who's the bucin? Isn't her the same you?"

"Well, why do you always argue when you meet. I can't do it, like tom jerry." Cetus Lita's.

As the two men who were fighting the argument put a stop to his debate, it could be dangerous for the welfare of the juniors if their lair went berserk.

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