Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 149: ALMAIRA OUR DAUGHTER!

The couple remained silent, but complied and entered into a luxurious house that was enough for one large family. There is no doubt, nor any doubt. The two stared at each other giving each other strength.

"All will be well, let's move on."

Footsteps increasingly go inside, until a woman with a simple appearance using the afron out of the kitchen carrying a tray containing a bowl with smoke billowing. The arrival of the woman, made a sweet smile on the lips of the beautiful girl who had not visited for a long time. Especially smelling the aroma of the mother's cooking.

"Mama, what's my favorite oxtail soup today?" asked the girl walking over to Mama Milea who happily waved her hand, after putting the tray on the table.

Papa Bima also smiled because once again he could see the togetherness of his family, "Al, let's sit down. Why stand there, this is your home too. So just relax."

"I was just thinking. How do I call you, Bima as usual or papa-in-law," said Al get a reply cynical gaze, while Flowers just chuckle hear that.

"You guys, just call as usual. Remember the age, don't make noise. Flowers invite your husband to sit down and we have breakfast together." Mama Milea replied to mediate jokes that could have been war.

Simple family with love. Flowers are not only well educated by both parents, but also endowed with real happiness. That togetherness, it dawned on Al. If his wife is too young to bear the many problems he will give.

Conscious, or unconscious. Intentionally, or unintentionally. The reality is that Bunga must be the wife of a mafia leader. There was a sharp taste in his heart. How things got more complicated. However, the marriage was on the whim of both sides.

Breakfast goes full service. Al just listened to the babble Flowers are busy telling stories about the development of the world of learning during recent times. Of the four, only Mama Milea who occasionally gave a response, until the breakfast ended.

Suddenly, a servant who came from outside drove Zack into the house. Everyone's eyes were distracted. Moreover, there was the sound of baby crying that sounded so clear. It turned out that the relaxed-looking man was carrying a wooden basket with a white blanket.

"Mas, I'll take Almaira to my room. Don't worry, it'll all be good." Flowers came out of his seat. It was obvious that the girl was immediately serious, making her parents think hard with a look at each other.

Al pulled out a piece of tissue, then wiped his lips. He knew that he was now the center of attention for his wife's parents. But before explaining anything. She wanted, Flowers had already entered the room. All this for the good of his wife.

The sound of footsteps moving away was getting louder. For a moment only a breath can neutralize the feelings of everyone, until the door opens, then closes. Then, Al flicked his finger, making Zack walk forward toward his boss.

"Please."

A cell phone that has some evidence, now just put it on the table. Al invited Bima to examine the company of Milea the wife. It was a change in expression that made the couple stunned with eyes of disbelief.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Al, how ....,"

Al leaned his body against the chair with a focused gaze fixed on the empty glass in front of him. "I tried, but it was too late. It all happened so fast. The predictions I made failed. The enemy moves faster."

"Does my daughter know about all this?" milea asked worriedly, but Al chose silence.

The guilty Zack breathed in the air, then "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been careless, Boss Al has given orders to tighten security. I'm in charge, whatever's your problem. It's all because of me."

"Al's? Whose baby is that?" Bima tried to act calm, even though her heart was rumbling. As a father, he could feel the heartbreak of his daughter. Moreover, the Flower was acting very seriously.

Al had just wanted to answer, suddenly a voice sounded from above. "Almaira our daughter. No one can doubt that. I don't want to argue anything."

The resolute and repressive voice of the Flower was like an ultimatum without rejection. That girl, has been standing on top since when. But obviously, it surprised everyone. Including her own husband. However, the manner of delivery was too frontal. While the adults will deliver in a slower way.

"Son." Milea's great-grandson was quite jolted by her daughter's statement, just a few minutes ago the girl's attitude was spoiled, and now it has changed.

Papa Bima closed his eyes. It hurts, but a father's trust is not that weak. When it came to Alkan, it was certain that the man always made the right decision. Change is inevitable. So, willing, do not want to have to learn to accept reality.

"Flower, get in your room!" Tell Al with a serious eye glance, making the Flower according. ''I'm sorry, I didn't expect Bunga to say so hard to you. This time, I can't say anything more, but Almaira's my daughter. Zack will explain everything. Excuse me, my wife needs to be reassured."

Al stood up while pushing his chair back, but his hand was held by Bima who happened to be sitting nearby. Papa Flowers eyes look so deep as if looking for the truth. However, the look in the eyes of the son-in-law, did not have the slightest doubt.

"Go! I don't want to extend this," Bima took her hand off Al's hand, "If the Flower says the baby is your daughter. And so, I accepted the baby as my grandson. Tell that to the flowers."

Al smiled faintly, his hands outstretched just to give a shoulder pat. At least with that, Bima could be stronger. All that happens is because of the fault of one person, but that bears precisely many people. Zack could only lower his head.

It's good, but look. There are a lot of hearts injured now. What if the big family of the Son finds out? Did everyone accept the baby? Really, impatience backfired. While Al climbed the stairs. The man walked without a doubt.

The took!

The took!

The took!

"Flower, may I come in?" ask Al from outside the room.

After waiting for a while. The bedroom door was still tightly closed, but there was a shiver in his pants pocket. Someone must have sent a message or called him. Al took out the inanimate object, then shifted the screen. Sure enough, a message that lets in.

Chequek!

Room with a night sky welcome Al. The man stepped foot, went inside and did not forget to close the door of his room. The sound of music is heard. But where is the owner of the room?

I'll never stop

Will continue to understand

Still thinking

When to force

Whatever it is as long as it tries to accept me

And you just have to accept

And not have to understand

And don't have to think

Just need to understand

I'm breathing for you

So stay here

And start accepting me

Try to understand

All of this is looking for meaning

It will never stop forever

Wants to feel

This miss becomes one

Let time separate

And you just have to accept

And not have to understand

And don't have to think

Just need to understand

I'm breathing for you

So stay here

And start accepting me

Try to understand

All of this is looking for meaning

It will never stop forever

Wants to feel

This miss becomes one

Let time separate

Suddenly there was a hand that coiled into the belly of his sixpack, "Flower ....,"

"Be quiet! Let me hold you for a second."

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