Marry Brother, My Curtain.

Read a letter from my son.

Alana, and Louis are so shocked by Damian's current arrival. Especially now that they were sitting so tightly, and the man was embracing Alana's shoulders.

Immediately let go of the embrace, and stood with a pale face, and a great nervousness.

Damian framed a small smile, and his feet slowly approached Louis, as well as Alana who had gotten up from her position, and gave little distance between them.

"How are you, how are you?"

"Ba.well, Uncle," answered Louis with a blushing look on his face, feeling very ashamed.

The gaze of the beaked man turned to stare at his daughter, who only lowered her head.

"Well..." Call, slowly.

Raising his head, with eyes full of longing for the middle aged man.

"Lad..."

His eyes looked at Louis, and Alana in turn, who was frozen.

"Papa knows everything that's going on here, and you don't have to cover it up anymore."

Alana, and Louis immediately stared intensely at Damian's face, which looked calm as he said that.

"Uncle.., I.I can," Louis said, stammering.

"Pope.." Alana exclaimed, with only her head lowered.

"Papa doesn't want to judge anyone here. You, and Dave have the same place in my heart. Papa came here, all of you to solve the problems between you. And after seeing Dave, Papa wants to talk to you, and Louis."

The faces of the two turned pale, especially Louis who did not step over Damian, already knew everything.

"I'm sorry Uncle, but I never meant to play with your daughter. Although I know, what I'm doing is wrong. But actually I have a desire to be honest with you, but it turns out you already know first. Sorry, I'm sorry Uncle," he said, with only his head lowered.

His right hand grabbed Louis' shoulder, with a smile on his face.

"We'll talk later, after Uncle sees Dave's condition. And if everything has to end, Uncle asks to end it well, and there is no hostility between you. Come on Jordan, we're inside,"

"Okay, sir," answered Jordan, stepping in with Damian into the ICU.

Alana immediately sat down limp, and the look on her face looked pale. He did not expect his father to know his relationship with Louis.

"I'm sorry, Alana, it's all because of me,"

"Don't turn yourself on Louis, it's not entirely your fault." The answer is, by breathing heavily.

****

The door of the room opened, as Daven threw his eyes at the door collar, the man immediately moved from his seat, taking a backward position, when he saw Damian, and Jordan.

"Sir.." Mumbled.

Damian's gaze glazed over, his heart so sliced at the sight of his only child, lying helplessly with his aids attached to his body, to help him survive.

With a slow step, he approached his son who was lying on a hospital bed.

"The cave..." Call him, by touching his son's hand.

Wake up my son, wake up. You gotta be strong, for the sake of your two sons Dave? they are very small and still need you. You know Dave, they miss you so much, especially Louisa, who always asks for you." He said, with the air that continues to flow.

Daven's.." Calling, then.

"What's up, Mister?"

"How's the development, about Dave's health?"

"Mr Dave was short of many virgins, and had a critical period. But now it's starting to get back to normal, and we're seeing how things go."

He breathed a rough breath, and his gaze looked back at his sons, who were still lying weakly with deep sadness in them.

"Lad..." Call Alana, when it's behind the beakbaya man.

Reversing her body, smilingly looking at her daughter.

Little Seyuman framed on his face, upon seeing Alana who did not dare to look at him.

"I'm still your father Alana, there's nothing different between you, and Dave."

Hearing what Damian said, Alana suddenly dared to look up at her stepfather, with a line of water that had wet her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Papa, I'm sorry. Because of me, Dave, it's like this" he said with a sobbing stick, which continued to wet his cheeks.

A small smile framed on his face, looking at his daughter with affection.

"You must not blame yourself, this is the will of destiny. Papa knows, all this time you've been very patient with Dave's behavior. Many times you asked her to leave Laura, but she always refused. And he never thought of you as his wife, and he used your marriage, to cover up his affair with Laura. Papa apologizes to Alana, Papa apologizes, because Papa's selfishness, wanting you to be together, makes you suffer."

"No Papa, no. Papa is completely innocent,"

"Well..."

"What's up, Papa?"

"Do you love Louis...?" Ask, slowly.

Getting the question, making the look on Alana's face immediately turned nervous, and also pale. And he's like a confused person, because there's no way he's telling the truth.

Seeing her daughter Damian's expression was just a smile, and she already knew without Alana having to answer it.

"You deserve to be happy, Alana, if Louis can make you happy, live with him. Papa won't force you to stay with Dave, if your heart suffers. Because you, are my daughter. It's entirely my responsibility."

"Lad..."

"After Dave wakes up, Papa will try to talk to him about this. Because Papa knows, you've been asking for a divorce from him all along, but Dave always refused. And Papa will talk to him, after he wakes up from the coma. And Papa's sure, he'll grant your wish."

Hearing what Damian said made Alana cry even more, and in her there was a sense of who was very

Damin grabbed something in his woe pocket. A sheet of paper, which he folded into pieces.

"This is a letter from your son, they asked Papa to give this to you, and Dave. Without Papa explaining, you'd know what that is."

Alana grabbed the paper from Damian's hand, her heart felt like it had been hit by a large chunk of rock, upon seeing the picture.

"Father go first my son, whatever happens you are forever my daughter" Damian said, passing by.

Alana was sitting limp on the bench of the park, when she saw the scratches on the hands of her two children.

Drawing a husband and wife, with the woman holding a baby, and a pair of boys, and girls.

Her crying broke even more, and she felt so guilty. Louis who had seen it all, immediately approached Alana who was crying alone on a park bench.

"Well..." Call, slowly.

Raise your head, with tears flowing.

"Louis, what should I do?"

Louis grabbed a sheet of paper from Alana's hand, and looked at the picture, which had been treated to each other's names.

Papa Dave, Mama Alana, Louis, Louisa, and baby sister.

And it says the message was brought.

MAMA, PAPA, REMEMBER! IF YOU GO HOME TO AMERICA DO NOT FORGET TO BRING THE BABY'S SISTER.

The handsome man could only rub roughly his face, sighing deeply.