Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 2: My Choice!- Your choice!

"Master, what if the Master and the Big Madam find out?" ask the middle-aged man with lyrics.

The masked man stopped his activities and looked at his great family assistant. "As long as uncle keeps his mouth shut. All is safe under control. This goes for you too Oci!"

"Ready sir. But what about non Hazel?" asked Oci with a tense face.

Why lips are so hard to compromise. Die me, why I was so presumptuous to ask about the wife of master.~ Inner Oci.

No response from his master. For a moment Oci felt relief, and refocused on driving. While the masked man leaned his body. Why would he go to a cursed place? All for a woman in her life. Last night's conversation was still clearly in his head.

A few hours ago after a heated struggle on the king size, a couple hugged each other. Gently the man's hand rubbed his wife's head. "Darling, are you still taking the Pill?"

"Dear baby, don't you know why I'm doing all this. A million times the same question from you, my answer will be the same. I still want to be a model. And Bryant my husband is the best husband in the world. Love you my husband." Hazel hugged Bryant's body tightly.

Hazel's answer once again undermined her desire to have a child, not without reason why she wanted to have a child from Hazel. Marriage without the blessing of his parents, making Bryant try to bring Hazel closer by giving offspring. But, Hazel women's career and career as a model cannot be abandoned even if it is only two years for the pregnancy program.

Of course the reason is fear of stretching, fear of no longer practicing. What is all that fear for? If her husband is still able to provide goods and decent house or do maintenance once a month. On the other hand marriage for three years without any sign of pregnancy, makes both parents anxious.

Bryant gives a kiss on Hazel's forehead. "Honey once. For our relationship. I don't care if you choose a career, but our relationship struggles need from both sides. Don't you always complain, why papa and mama don't want to accept you. Give them a grandchild, me…"

"Not now! If they want grandchildren, you just marry again and divorce the woman after giving birth to a child for us. Your parents' wish is achieved, and so is our relationship secure" Hazel said lightly.

Bryant's hands clenched, Hazel's words pierced his heart. How can a wife who is greatly adored actually give crazy advice. With a sharp look, Bryant was ready to pounce on Hazel. But from the corner of his heart, his anger poured out in the spoiled gaze of the wife. "Don't talk carelessly. Marriage is sacred and cannot be played!"

"I'm not asking you to marry again and double up! I give you permission, you have siri's wife to give birth to our child. After that, your relationship ends. Also make sure the contract is stamped." explains Hazel and rubbed Bryant's chest.

Hazel knows Bryant's weakness is love for her. For three years, Hazel understood Bryant's nature and attitude. Bryant closed his eyes. Hazel's lips lightly expressed her permission for her second marriage.

It felt as if two arms were coiled around his stomach, with a strange sensation of his baseball bat. His red mouth greedily boasted down there, with Hazel wildly in bed always pampering Bryant's body as a husband. The re-wrestling occurs with hot steam hunting.

For an hour the struggle ended. Hazel's soft whispers published woke Bryant's weakness. "Hm. I have one condition."

"Say what's the condition?" hazel asked, looking at Bryant.

"My series wife is my own choice and don't try to get anywhere near where I'll put my series wife later. Agreed?" Bryant reached out his hand and Hazel greeted happily, giving a nod of her head.

I was finally free of my heavy burden. No more boring conversations about children. But, I'll make sure. Whoever the woman is, must not snatch Bryant from my hand. ~ inner Hazel.

Ciii…..

"Master. It's up." reports Oci and glances at the rearview mirror, where the boss is still daydreaming.

Uncle Alkan gave the code to get Oci out first, Oci understood and went out waiting beside the car. Uncle Alkan cleared his throat and made his nephew come to his senses. "Bring that woman, son, it's all set inside."

"Hm." Bryant opened the door and again carried Ara without looking at Ara's face for a moment.

The four figures entered the elevator together, Oci and Alkan's uncle behind, Bryant who was holding Ara in front. An Orchid apartment flat became Bryant's place to calm down and only his uncles Alkan and Oci knew of the place. After performing a retina scan, the apartment door opens.

"In a moment, but the woman is still unconscious" said uncle Alkan reminded.

Bryant gave the code to Oci, Oci nodded and got up from his place. The shoulder-haired woman's footsteps walked into the guest room, where Ara was. Within minutes, Oci's voice was heard. Uncle Alkan and Bryant followed.

"Please sir. Excuse me." said Oci and moved from his place, but Ara held Oci's hand trembling.

Seeing that, Bryant raised his hand so that Oci remained with his future wife. "Uncle give him the contract!"

Uncle Alkan walked up to the bed and thrust the black map into Ara, Ara just stared without understanding the intentions of the middle-aged man or the new people around him. "You who? Where's me?"

"Can you read? Read this map!" uncle Alkan's orders.

Oci helped accept the map and opened it, letting Ara read without needing to hold the map with her trembling hands. Ara's eyes were perfectly rounded, Ara's brown eyes were clearly wistful and surprised. "I……"

"Your only choice is two, be a serial wife or be a night woman!" bryant with pressure.

Not yet over the tightness and pain in his heart. Now his life is free-falling to the bottom of a deep abyss. Not even an hour from him divorced and betrayed, now his life has entered into a relationship without clarity. But if not married to the man who paid for his body. Can she live life as a night woman? Serving different types of striped nose men.

"I'm ready to marry you." Ara closed her eyes after uttering a sentence of rebellion from within her little heart.

Uncle Alkan gave Ara a pen and showed Ara the place for her signature. Ara's trembling hands scrawled the black covenant paper over the white. The last streak of ink, making Ara resigned. Her life is not like a puppet. At least, he doesn't have to serve a lot of men every night. Her honor still remains, despite being the wife of a foreign man's series.

Ara's approval, made Bryant smile behind the mask. The two men came out of the guest room and let Oci prepare his bride. After waiting thirty minutes, Oci came out with Ara with a simple appearance. Short-sleeved white kebaya wrap and potluck hair, face with thin makeup.

"Can we start?" bryant asked and still wearing the mask.

Oci let Ara sit next to Bryant. The atmosphere seemed tense with the cold spreading. Pengulu started the do'a before the wedding and shook Bryant's hand firmly. "I married and married ananda Bryant Angkasa Putra to Ayesha's sister Ramadhani bint Machmud with a dowry a set of prayers and a pair of twenty-carat gold rings paid in cash."

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Ayesha Ramadhani bint Machmud with the dowry paid in cash." Bryant made a sacred promise and shook the hand of the ruler.

"How's witness? Right?" ask pak penghulu.

"Well……"

The words of the witnesses consisting of four people, made Ara aware from her mind. I thought everything that happened was a dream, but everything that happened was real. Once ingrained, the word legitimately sounds like a lash in Ara's life.

"From today you stay here and never get out that door! All your needs are available, if you need anything, call Oci." Bryant gave an ultimatum after the security guard, pak penghulu out of his apartment.

I fell so deep, the love I glorified became an explosion. It is like living without a soul and being a puppet. Everyone was playing me without feeling, my pain was tight and my wounds were no longer healed.

Everyone leaves Ara in the apartment, Oci takes Uncle Alkan back home and Bryant chooses to go to one of the best places in his apartment neighborhood. A club that is certainly only inhabited by apartment owners. Regardless of the sunlight still rising, Bryant entered the club.

Bryant's nervousness is seen from the way he plays the wine glass in his hand, even trying to contact his wife repeatedly. But one call from him went unanswered despite only five seconds. For almost three hours Bryant just sat down and did one thing, which was to try to talk to Hazel. Bryant's patience is over. "Bro, wine!"

With so many drinks, Bryant took his life.