Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant
Chapter 171: WHO IS WRONG?
"You're right, sorry ...,"
"Did I hear wrong?" Someone went into the room, after all what he heard. It was true that his heart was pinched, how could the situation be that complicated. "Are you sorry you're going to bring all the mess back to good and right?"
Sam and Bryant turned towards the entrance. A man with an untidy appearance, even two buttons top shirt has been released showing fine feathers on the chest of the uncle. The arrival of Alkan, made the two men bear the responsibility of trying to breathe regularly. It still feels like a crisis of trust.
Al walked over to the gurney where Bryant was. Clearly the anger that was highlighted from the bullying gaze of the man, made the atmosphere even more tense. Sam, who understood the situation, became increasingly gripping, giving eye signals to the sisters and doctors to leave the room.
After five minutes of silence, leaving only three men. Al stared at the infusion tube that was still draining fluid, continuing down to the back of Bryant's palm. There's blood starting to dry up. That means, the nephew is doing a rebellion. If so, Samuel would have been overwhelmed by the stubbornness of a Bryant.
His eyes repeatedly rolled from Sam to Bryant, "Say one thing to me. Who's responsible for all this? You or you." Al questioned just by staring intently at two men of mature age.
"It's my fault." Firmly Bryant did not want to blame others, as a man, he realized what he had done. As a husband, he could not take care of his wife. Let alone being a father, an unborn child how would it be to be strong, if it had a weak father.
Bryant's confession brought a thin smile on Alkan's lips. The man had no intention of being firm and strict, but if the men could not keep the family. How will he calm down? Every time, his life will not always be with his family. Sometimes, he knew he was far away from finishing another job.
"Bry, I won't bring up the past because life is ahead. Today, your one decision has ruined many lives. Maybe you don't remember. If today is Sam and Ocy's wedding day. I've gotten word from the family, and explained the situation we're in."
"Om, it's not Sam's intention to be brash, but I'm still getting married to Ocy, while it's a matter of marriage. I've been honest about the current situation ....,"
Bryant grimaced with a soul-stifling pulse. Is he that bad? On the day of his brother's wedding, it became a troublesome burden. After what happened, in fact Sam still stood by his side and gave support. Then, what about her? It's sad because he's forgotten a lot of responsibility in every relationship.
Al raised his hand to stop the defense of Samuel. What does a defense mean? When all has passed, now all that must be done is how to fix the situation. After thinking for a moment, finally an enlightenment gave way.
"Sam, go back to the hotel! Bryant let me take care of you." Al plays his index finger gesturing for rejection, knowing Sam will argue with him. "In the hotel requires both bride and groom. Marriage can be delayed, but don't let shame and humiliation fall on Ocy's heart."
"Sam, sorry, but Om Al is right. Go awayl. I'll be fine, and I won't throw a tantrum. Go back to the hotel and be the man in charge. Don't be like me ...," said Bryant, but Sam stopped him by shaking his head. "Please. At least we can be
There's nothing more to say. The advice of Om Al is correct. He should not be selfish by incriminating one relationship, but neglecting another. If he can keep Bryant in a slump. Why not do it for Ocy who's going to be his wife? He realized that what was the choice today would have consequences that might not be good.
"I'll go home to the hotel and fulfill my responsibilities. Um, can see a doctor. Bryant can't be left alone, I'm saying goodbye." Sam said goodbye, as his footsteps approached the table only to pick up his cell phone, then walked back to the exit, while Al counted the numbers in his heart.
When the count reached ten there was the sound of the door opening, then closing again. The silence still persisted until the sound of cell phone ringing blew away the silent atmosphere. Al took the phone out of his pants pocket. It was a message from one of his men. A message that provides some important information.
"Om, is there another problem?" bryant asked trying to shake off the awkwardness that made him feel uncomfortable, but glanced at the uncle's eyes. It really is just a long breath. "Om Alkan was angry, huh?"
"Bri!"
Al stressed his call for the nephew to be quiet for some time because of this moment. He was digesting all the information that looked quite ambiguous with imprecise and correct directions. Like something was missing, but what? The tragedy of the accident that occurred in front of the hotel, with the search conducted by Bryant and Samuel. Why the chain of all those events, like weird.
"Bry, why did Ara leave the hotel?" al asked without further ado, not even looking at Bryant's face which turned shabby like an unironed outfit.
"Ara's gone. After receiving a phone call from Hazel. I don't know what Hazel said, but my wife's face looked so shocked. Ara questioned who she was, to me and also reminded. That she was just the doll I bought. More or less like that." replied Bryant softly though quite clearly heard in Alkan's ears.
If that's what happened. He had to find where the lizard demon was at this moment. No matter the risk, but everything must be clear. It could be, Ara's accident caused by his nephew's ex-wife. It's just, right now, if he leaves Bryant alone. There will be another problem.
"Bry, do you want to do something for Om?" Al distracts him, the phone he's hiding to its original place. Then stretched out his right hand, "Please promise to stay in your room. Can you do this for me and our family?''
Bryant raised an eyebrow, he did not understand. The uncle asks for a request or ties it to a promise, even if he says to make a sacrifice. He will not refuse. What my uncle planned. At this time, he did not want to be a burden, so he chose to welcome the hand of love hanging in the air with submission.
