Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 182: Time Passes

"Rights. Om Al has done half the work, but there is one problem. How can I tell this truth to Ara." Said Bryant, then rubbed his face rough.

"I'll help you and you just think about marriage. Before that, remember there was an iddah. So, for three months and ten days. Ayra will stay with my family. Agreed?"

For what? Ara lives with Darren, while the man loves his woman very much. Why is it like handing over the best jewel to a robber blatantly. But when thought again. It'll be better, Ara with Darren.

One thing is certain. Where Ara will feel safe and protected. It's just, on the other hand. She knew, Darren would use the rest of that time to teach her a little lesson. Not to be suspicious, but the character of the friend is very easy to guess.

Bryant's silence made Darren smile meaningfully. "Bro, where did your mind travel to?"

"Hmmm. Who is traveling?" sangkal Bryant smiled wryly, then picked up his coffee cup.

The man was completely unfocused again. The cup was empty and still lifted. Will it be full again? Bryant's absurdity alone made Darren shake his head. One habit among them still lingers.

"Relax, Bro. Can I get details of Akbar Wijaya and Hazel Laurent's identities? I'll arrange something so that our hands don't get dirty." Darren looked at Bryant without blinking, stopping his finger play.

The friend nodded, then took his phone. A few moments busy playing the keyboard keys, then put it on the table. "Information you need, but what will you do?"

He took Bryant's cell phone. Without an answer, Darren was busy reading through every detail of the information. All the information is quite detailed, even including the location of the residence of the two people who will be the target. He did not forget to send the information to his own e-mail.

"Where is Al?" Darren asked without distracting himself from the flat object screen clasped in his right hand.

"Must be in the hospital soon. As far as I know, Om Al always comes right at lunchtime." Bryant replied casually, hearing that his best friend was just a beaver.

The meeting and discussion between Bryant and Darren becomes a new chapter in their friendship life. While Samuel continued to look after Ara, the man could not see the weak condition of his foster sister. Why as a brother who promises protection. He has failed.

Only once. She hopes to do her duty to be a sister. In fact, all he could do was to condemn his mistake of neglect to give protection to Ara. Instead of drowning in regret.

His eyelids began to move trying to open with the movement of fingers. "Nr ...,"

A voice distracts Sam. A sense of happiness rises from the recesses of his heart. Once again, the voice asking for water sounded jolting his consciousness. The man rushed to snatch the glass from the top of the nightstand, then helped Ara to quench her thirst.

"Rest. I'll call the doctor." said Sam after finishing helping Ara to drink, and put the glass back on the nightstand.

"Ka, I'm good. Please, stay here. Keep me on break." Pinta woman with a very soft voice, making Sam could not stand it. Finally, he nodded and sat back in his place again while looking at his sister's face.

Such a pale face, my eyes glared with an irregular roar of breath. Right now, he wanted to know exactly what happened to Ara. Surprisingly, the man forgot. If he was a doctor himself. If you want, of course, you can do an examination without having to wait for the arrival of another doctor.

It is true the saying. Sometimes common sense is defeated by emotion. It is not only the moment of emotion that dominates the mind, but also. When we grieve, the mind goes out of control. Time is always the end of learning in every life. Today, a truth is revealed.

Like the sun greeting the world. The stars greet the darkness of the night. Meeting and farewell is common. Over the course of a few days, Bryant tries to persuade Samuel to give Ara permission to meet, while Darren begins to carry out his plan.

Club Villain's.

The sound of the sound of music with the hair sway of the dancers add to the heat of the entertainment venue. The busy visitors make love blatantly, making a man sitting at the very end of the chair distract him.

It had been an hour of waiting, but the person he was waiting for still had not revealed the trunk of his nose. Exorbitant! The appointment is eleven at night, but until twelve at night. It actually did not come. The vain waiting.

When a bartender comes back to offer another drink. Suddenly a voice came from behind. An unfamiliar voice, but a face that appeared due to the spotlight for a few seconds, made the man smile thinly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tama. I'm late, can I sit?" His words were very polite, making Darren extend a hand allowing his new client to sit in front of him. "Bro, I ordered the best wine."

"Sure, Sir." The bartender flicked his right finger, gesturing to another bartender friend who was standing behind a long table. "Order will be delivered, please wait. Excuse me."

The wait is the result of a certain amount of patience. Why that? All because not only the mind, but the heart is being tested. Some people say that patiently, ending up in annoyance. But when we believe. Patience is a test of faith that will teach emotional control from within ourselves.

However, remember. Do not disturb, let alone hurt the heart of people who have patience as wide as the night sky. When the test reaches the point of injustice. And so, a patient turned into a tremendous wrath. In this case, the life of a simple person can be a real example.

After the bartender gave his order, and left the two foreign guests, the man who arrived late unceasingly opened the wine submerged in a stainless bucket full of ice cubes. Then pour into two tall glasses that are in front of him.

One glass was thrust onto Darren, while the other one was for him. "Return!"