Loving my best friend's sister

Alfia Robertson

Brandon opened his eyes, his narrowed eyes resisting the glare from the sunlight. The smell of the medicine gushing filled his sense of smell.

"Where am I? Why am I here." Brandon muttered he shook his head expelling the dizziness that was still so felt.

"You've woken up Brand?" Lita asked, she entered with her husband.

"Why me? Where's Marsya?"

"She's still in the treatment room with her mom and Nia." Answer Lita.

"Has he been up? Didn't you say my wife was in a coma yesterday?" Brandon asked in a soft, almost inaudible voice.

Lita frowned, also with Raka. They looked at each other for a while and compactly shook his head.

"Are you dreaming? Even we haven't said anything after you passed out at your papa's funeral." Lita answered with her sweet smile.

Brandon was sculpting, it was obvious he had fainted from knowing his wife was in a coma due to bleeding right?

"I'm sure yesterday brother said Marsya was in a coma, I was crying and unconscious." Brandon's Chuckles.

"When the hell? You just realized it." Lita said, she was surprised what happened to her sister? She had just woken up from her fainting and she asked with a question that she thought was strange.

"Sister don't joke, obviously yesterday's brother told himself that he was in a coma because of the bleeding, right? Joking brother is not funny know no!"

"Lho who's kidding anyway, you know your own brother does not like to joke it's not the habit of brother." Lita.

"So it's all a dream? I want to see my wife, brother, I beg you."

"No need to beg, come on." This time it was Raka who said. He helps Brandon rise from his sleep position, he knows that his sister is still limp.

...

Marsya was eating in her mama's bribe, after giving birth she was unconscious for a few minutes because of bleeding and fatigue, but not as severe as what Brandon dreamed.

"Darling.." Call Brandon with his slow steps, honestly he felt relieved that what he cried last night was just a dream. Her real wife is healthy and now welcomes her with a smile that is growing on her pretty face.

Brandon hugged his beloved wife, she was crying in Marsya's arms, for some reason but her tears just suddenly slid free.

"Why cry, baby? You must be sincere, papa is calm in his nature. He doesn't feel pain anymore, you have to be strong. Me and our son need you." Marsya said, she stroked her husband's hair slowly.

"Don't cry baby, you're usually strong." Brandon broke his embrace, he kissed his wife's face without anyone missing, making Asih's mother smile as she closed her eyes, he was still not old enough to see the romantic scene of the couple.

"Why you, baby? kok gini, embarrassed to see your mother with your brother. Where there's Nia again."

"She's a freak, she said, brother said you were in a coma yesterday. Though brother just met him today, yesterday he passed out at the funeral." Chirps Lita.

"I'm fine, look. It's just that I got a stitch bonus in your favorite hole, maybe later after healing it will become narrower huh?"

"Yes, you're not in the filter first. There's Nia." Lita said, while Brandon remained silent. He looked at his wife's face fixedly, without intending to turn his gaze away from her wife's pretty face.

"Why look at me like that, baby? Is there anything strange about my appearance?" Asked Marsya, Brandon just shook his head and kept staring at his wife's face.

"Speaking dong."

Brandon sighed heavily, he was actually just too happy when he saw his wife was fine.

"Maybe you think too much, I was unconscious but only for a few minutes."

"I'm grateful I woke up from my fainting and saw you again my beloved wife." Brandon said, he hugged his wife again and rained a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"Where's our baby baby?"

"As soon as mama brings her here, please feed Marsya, she hasn't eaten properly." Said Asih Mother, then went to pass out of the care room of her Son.

...

Before long, Asih came by pushing a stroller containing a beautiful and tiny baby girl.

"This is our baby?" brandon asked, Marsya nodded her head with a sweet smile.

Brandon approaches the pram and stares at how cute his son is, the fruit of his love with Marsya.

Her cheeks were reddish, her nose was pointed like her, her eyelashes and lips were similar to her mother's, very perfect. She's so adorable.

"I want to carry her, is it okay?"

"May, but slow down. Like he just fell asleep." Marsya.

Brandon re-carved his smile, he took his little daughter from the carriage and fondled her, he said,

"You know? Her eye beads are brown like yours, baby."

"really? Wake up, papa's pretty boy, papa wants to see him." Brandon said, he kissed both cheeks of his son's cabi with anxiety.

"Do you have a name for her, baby?" Ask Marsya.

"Baby Alfia Robertson." Answer Brandon.

"Call her Baby Fira, or baby Alfia." Say it again.

"I love it baby, baby Syafira."

"Good name, mom agrees."

"His beautiful niece is aunty, hopefully a child who can boast of parents yes,"

Brandon smiled sweetly as he looked back at the beautiful and sweet face of his son, a very meaningful birth. Brandon's hand moved rubbing both of his child's reddish cheeks.

"Every birth has to be a death, I'm just thankful that when one person leaves me, God immediately replaces him with a new life. Understand that life must be grateful, whatever the circumstances there will be happiness after it."

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Soon enough, end of the day