Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 185: The Compact of Welfare

The suspicious eye gazes of the two men, made Ara hold back her smile. As if agreeing through eye signals. Al held out a hand that was immediately warmly welcomed. Then walk away leaving Samuel and Papa Angkasa still pensive in confusion.

"Sam, is it possible, if Ara is Alkan's daughter?" Ask Papa Angkasa who more precisely asked himself.

Sam could only raise his shoulders, "We'd better catch up with them, Pa."

Like a debt collector who has not made a deposit for a long time. Samuel and Papa Angkasa followed Ara and Alkan with long footsteps, while being chased. Precisely by leisurely walking from the religious court office to the parking lot.

Both seem compact, like chemistry between a child and a father. It's getting suspicious. Though, Alkan and Ara only showed their relationship as it should be. All because the lawyer had considered her as his own daughter.

The time Al spent teaching Ara, about how to behave when facing Akbar, made the two familiar by themselves. No exception with the help of Flowers that have good public speaking skills. The couple turned an innocent woman into wow.

Perfect blend. And that, in a matter of hours. Finally there was a closeness that attracted quite attention. After the four got into the car. Al started to focus on driving. Intentions want to immediately give good news, but instead held back by Sam.

The man who served as Ara's adoptive brother gave a pretty brilliant suggestion. Where they have to make a situation like a failure, then a big surprise with a family special dinner. That night will be the last meeting between Ara and Bryant.

No one refused. Moreover, Ara, the woman chose to obey because whatever it was. Then it would be a family togetherness and she longed for the atmosphere of warmth that for a while disappeared from her. The mind has wandered without being asked.

The journey changed course. The four of them visit a park that can be rented and do not forget to use wo services just to decorate the park as an agreed-upon design idea. All preparations are done for almost five hours because to get maximum results.

The wo party should enjoy the dizziness from his client's complaints are less this, less it, added let alone. So that some decoration used as a complement must be turned back following the direction of increasingly rotating stars above the head.

The gazes of amazed eyes continued to direction in front of their eyes. Ara smiled sweetly, Samuel scapegoated standing behind his sister. Papa Angkasa was still in astonished mode with a twinkle of satisfied eyes, whereas Alkan. That one man, just a glance. Then again showed his flat face.

"Now, who's gonna call the family?" sam's question almost sounded like it was in the middle of a mouthwash, it seemed completely exhausted.

Ara stretched out her hand, making Sam furrow an eyebrow. The man did not understand his sister's sign language. What a shitty misunderstanding. "Ka, cellphone. That's it, don't understand, anyway."

"You are, why wear the hands of these kempis. Wanna ngamen?" Sam seduces Ara, but only to joke around.

Since when did that woman's prank come back? He thought, Ara jahil just because of cravings. Apparently not. The woman was indeed naughty when her personality returned. Without waiting for long, phone calls are made. So compact, the four of them had to hold back a laugh.

How not? When the call takes place. Papa Angkasa had to use his phone to backsound the sound of women crying. Sam who had to cough a few times like a person lost the strength to speak. Only Alkan chose to listen without wanting to deal.

The saying is true. When parents gather with younger people. Thus, the pattern of thoughts and ways of acting like flowing with the flow. Just look, Papa Angkasa is back to acting like a young boy. But, the gratitude is getting bigger.

Simple happiness with a sincere smile. It was no longer a rain of tears but a rain of red flowers. The warmed blood flow pumps the more positive energy. Such is the reaction when happy greeting.

An hour later.

The atmosphere of the garden is so dark. But from the hiding place, Sam continues to monitor through the screen of his phone. Where in the parking lot. Two cars came, after stopping. Some people came out with makeshift looks, even the faces looked so moody.

Especially Bryant. The man was completely disheveled, just like a breakup person. The footsteps that walked towards the garden were so lethargic. "Why all of a sudden, I feel bad, Ka."

"De, we're three quarters of the way. So, now who will come out first?'' sam asked, but it was too late because Papa Angkasa had disappeared from the hiding place accompanied by Alkan's finger code.

"Om best." Ara brandished her two thumbs that were instantly met by the blink of Alkan's naughty eyes. "Ka, try donk emulate Om Al style."

What's? Imitating the style of Alkan Putra. His name, just look for dead. Who can be like the Alkan Putra? His brother's men alone, can't. Especially Bryant. Sometimes, there is doubt. How can the family be brothers? The difference is so contrasting. Although, there is one thing in common.

"Ara, everyone has their own personality. Never ask someone to be someone else. That's a bad idea." Tegur Al gave a warning as advice.

Not answering, Ara glanced at Sam. Honestly, he's not very good at English. Except yes or no, and mimic Bryant's way of talking over the phone. Like a child who likes to imitate the style of their favorite cartoon characters.

"Everyone has their own personality. Never ask someone to be someone else. That's a bad idea. That's what Om Al, my brother, said."