Marry Brother, My Curtain.

The dilemma, an Alana.

the two little boys looked curious, and continued to stare at his Grandfather's face, full of question marks.

"But why does Grandpa's face look pale? is there something you're hiding?" Asked the girl, with a curious look on her face.

"There's nothing. Maybe because he was too happy to get a job, which demanded that Grandpa should go to England, making Grandpa happy. Because all at once, you can visit your parents." Damian answered, reassuring his granddaughter.

"Alright, if that's what makes Grandpa's disease recur. And remember to take care of Grandpa's health, don't make me, and Louis worried," With a look on his own face, looking forward to Grandpa Damian.

A small smile framed on Damian's face, upon hearing the attentive speech of his granddaughter.

"Grandfather promise, it won't make you, and Louis worry again,"

The door of the room opened, and featured the figure of Paula, the house maid. His gaze was fixed on Louis and Louisa, who were sitting on a long sofa.

"Louis, Louisa, let's go to the room. Don't you have school tomorrow?" Take Paula, to the two boys.

"We still want to be with Grandpa, Oma Paula?" With a scowl, Louisa answered the servant of the house.

"Yes Oma Paula, we still want to play with Grandpa." Timpal Louis kecl, anyway.

"Go to the room, don't argue with Oma Paula!" Damian tits at the two, with a tone that sounds resolute.

The two boys were only pensive, with a sullen look on their grandfather.

Get out of the long chair, and pass away from his grandfather's study, after greeting Jordan, and also their Grandfather.

"Good night Grandpa, good night Uncle Jordan,"

After the departure of his two grandchildren, Damian immediately exhaled, leaning his shoulders on the seat back oversized.

Put down the minus glasses that had been perched above the nose of his nose, and rubbed the airamata that he had so far.

"Say, what's wrong, sir? apparently, Mr. Louis is not telling you the good news,"

Tearing into tears, before answering what Jordan asked him.

"My son Dave had an accident, and now he's lying in a coma in the hospital."

Jordan only exhaled, upon hearing the reply from his Boss. And now he knows why his boss' heart disease suddenly came back.

"Could it have something to do with the household problems they are facing?" Ask Jordan, trying to guess.

"It could be like that. Isn't it according to the information you got from our man, that Dave's house, and Alana's getting hot,"

Jordan looked compassionately at the man, and he knew very well what Damian was feeling. Dave is his only son.

"I've sent you a message, and we're just gonna make a flight to England tomorrow morning sir?"

"alright. But this news, don't leak anyone, because I don't want my two grandchildren to know."

"Sure, Master,"

****

The rays of the morning sun, having displayed his smile, greeted the universe perfectly. They look excited, as they go down the stairs holding a piece of paper, in each hand. The move accelerated even more, when he was on the floor, because he did not want to miss his grandfather who was going to England this morning.

"Grandfather.." Call the two, running to the middle-aged man, who was still talking to Jordan, before getting into the car.

"You two, didn't go to school today?" Damian asked his two grandchildren, when he saw that the two boys were still wearing their pyamas.

Damian grabbed the piece of paper, from the hand of his grandson, and saw a scratch on the hand of his grandson, who was drawing a couple with their two children, a boy, and a girl, and his wife in a position to hold a baby.

"And this is mine, Grandfather," said Louisa, giving Damian the piece of paper. And he found the same picture, like the one that his grandson gave him.

The two boys immediately let out a big laugh, when they saw the confused look on his Grandfather's face.

"If these two are children, you? and who's the baby your mother's carrying?" He asked, with a curious look looking at his two grandchildren.

"Mama promised us that if she and Papa came back to America, they would bring us a baby sister. And tell Papa, and our Mama's asking for their promise. So Grandpa, you have to give this to Papa, and Mama, too" Obviously, Louisa.

Hearing what his two grandchildren said, made Damian's heart slightly polish.

With a sad look on his face, and a slightly pushy smile, the middle-aged man aligned his height with his two grandchildren, and stared lovingly.

"Grandfather, love you very much. And Grandfather will give this letter, to your two elders, and hopefully, they will listen to what these two grandchildren want. "

****

London England.

Traveling from America to London takes approximately 9 hours, 46 minutes.

The private jet they boarded, has landed in the British international airport with the sepuna. When he arrived in front of the airport, Damian and Jordan were waiting, by his invitation.

And the time in London when they set foot in the queen Elizabeth's country, indicates the time of day.

The look on his face was more restless, because it was impatient to see the condition of his daughter, who was struggling to live.

****

Sitting beside the chair, which he placed next to the hospital bed, with the look of his face look sad, and save a deep sadness there. Occasionally her hands restyled her hair, which covered part of her husband's eyebrows with a small smile on her face. He exhaled, and his eyes stared at the fingers that were silent, without movement.

"Please, wake up? you know, Papa's coming. Will come, visit you. Don't you want to, welcome him Dave?" With eyes, glazed.

A small smile framed on the man's face, upon seeing the scene before his eyes. His heart was scratched, how Alana's attention, on her best friend. But anyway he must realize the reality, if they are a married couple.

"Well..." Call her softly, with a gentle gaze staring at the ash-sweetened woman.

'Louis..." Answer Alana, by directly wiping the water that has already soaked the cheeks.

"You're sleep deprived from yesterday, go home to rest, let me, and Daven is keeping Dave."

Alana who was still sitting in the chair, looked up her head intensely, the face of the man in front of her.

"What should I do. He was so nice, and so attentive to me. Am I guilty if I think of myself? but on the other hand, there was a man who was struggling to live, and what happened to him, it was because of me. Why do you make me more difficult, and the dilemma with this position of God? what should I do, I'm confused?" Bathinnya, with growing unrest in him.

"Well..." Panggi Louis once again, with a small smile on his face, when he found Alana looking dreamy.

"Louis.iya.." Answer, with a wave.

"Go home, and rest for a while I don't want you to get sick,"

"No Louis, I'll wait here. For a little more, Papa must have arrived,"

"Alright, then you wait here I'll buy you something." He answered, by walking out of the room.

Exhaling, with a sad look on his face looked at Louis who had passed away, and looked back at Dave.