Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 55: BRYANT WITH FLOWERS II

Flower's question, made Bryant change his position. "Which promise?"

"My wedding gift. Do you remember?" ask the Flowers.

As soon as Bryant understood where the girl was talking, "The yacht I ordered was on your behalf. When are you getting married?"

(Bryant Promise as Wedding gift Flower 🧐)

"Wow, really?" Flowers round eyes in disbelief, "What is a private yacht like my dream?"

"Promise is debt. Cruise ship as you wish as your wedding present later. Should I send it now?" Bryant reassured his sister.

Bunga refrains from keeping her marriage to Al a secret. However, the facial expressions could not lie. A red tinge on the girl's cheeks made Bryant guess. Immediately the memory of the wedding book in the closet came back. The fruit basket is put down, then walk to the closet again. Then he opened the closet.

"Eh, Bro. What are you....,"

Bryant's hand signal stopped Flower's speech. The girl was nervous, and thought hard about what she should do. If the truth is revealed without Al. Who would explain the situation to his brother?

"Bro," call Flowers nervously.

Braak!

The loud sound of the closet closed startled Flowers. Bryant clasped the two marriage books in his raised right hand facing the girl with a serious look. The face was firm without expression.

"What can you explain this?" bryant asked firmly.

"Bro, that's a marriage book. Especially....,"

"Flower of the Son's Alkan!" Bryant stepped forward nearing the flower, his actions making the girl in front of him bow his face, "Are you unhappy being married to uncle Al?"

"I'm so happy." replied Bunga without looking at Bryant.

Bryant held the shoulder of Bunga while he used one hand to hold the chin of the younger brother, until the gaze of the two met each other.

Flowers shake their heads.

"So, what's your reason for putting your face down?" ask Bryant again.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood our marriage. Don't be angry with Al. It all happened because of me." Obviously Flowers, but the interlocking hands explained something else.

Bryant sighed softly. He realized the girl in front of him was still heading for adulthood. Don't want to make the flower afraid of him. Then it is better to invite the girl to sit together on the sofa. A glass of water is again given to relieve emotions that must be turbulent not calm.

"Drink!" bryant's word doesn't want to be disputed.

Flowers only accept glasses without the intention of drinking them. His actions made Bryant shake his head slowly, then rub the head of the brother affectionately. The touch of an older brother slowly changed the tension on the face of the Flower to normal.

"Good girl's. Now tell me how this marriage happened. I don't want to lose a little bit of my brother and uncle's life. Come, tell!'' Bryant spoke softly.

The looking up flower returned Bryant's calm looking gaze. One blink of her eyes brought a beautiful smile on her lips. The happiness he was feeling was no longer bound by fear. The froths of love culminate like a volcanic eruption.

"So I don't know how Om Al. Cold man with deadly charm. I really fell in love. All because our destiny is a match." Bunga began to tell stories early in the drama before finally being able to marry Al, but he did not include the truth of an Alkan's life.

Whatever was her husband's secret. That is his secret too. He does not want to diminish his respect, and his love will never change. Bryant became a loyal listener to the outpouring of the heart of his sister. Real stories accompanied by smiles of happiness and tears. However, it is different from the togetherness of the two. Elsewhere the loud sound of music ready to vibrate the stage in the middle of the room.

The dancers were so wild. Fantastic appearance minimal ingredients, and imported beverage rows. The bartender gave the best service. Not to forget some visitors who are ready to spend time in for fun are already sitting sweetly in the hot seat.

A man with a mask sat in the corner seat. One snap of his finger made a bartender approach the table which was very strategically located. The bartender's footsteps stopped in front of VVIP Club D'Mouza customers.

"Pass, Sir. What do you want to order?" ask the bartender to be at service.

There were no words other than the index finger gesture. The bartender tried to understand the guest's language, until the gaze caught the man's intent. Another customer sitting five meters away sipped his drink.

"Master wants me to order it?" ask the bartender to make sure.

The man sitting in the VVIP chair immediately woke up, but his hand placed a hotel room key onto the table. The bartender nodded his head understanding what his guest wanted.

"I'll send you your order." Said the bartender, making the man walk away from his place.