
"Om, it's not good to threaten like that," Muel reminded with his leisure, Dear, don't be too curious about Om Al's life. That's not polite."
Reproofing the lover made Ocy's lips forward five inches with eyes glaring, while Al chose silence while playing mobile phone. The journey continues in just ten minutes until the car enters the parking area. Some other cars are also parked. The driver shut off the engine. Then, remove the seat belt.
"Come, sir, Miss, we've arrived" said the driver to open the car door.
Al followed, and so did the others. The group walked towards the restaurant MakNyus Ibu Gendis. From the front it looks simple, but make no mistake, yes. The motor park is full, and also the car park. It must have eaten in that place from all walks of life.
"Eh, there's a spot photo. There, yuk!" take Ocy with you when you see a swing with a fake rose.
The Ara that Ocy immediately pulled could only resignedly follow the steps in front of him, as well as Kinara. While Muel and Al agreed to just shake their heads slowly. No need to worry despite the absurd attitude of the bodyguard. That one woman can take care of the people closest to her very well.
"Master, let's go in! Want to order anything? Let me order you" said the driver with a friendly smile.
Al gave the eye code, making Muel nod. His footsteps walked over to the driver, then entered the restaurant together. While Al still wants to see the scenery ahead there. Where Ocy, Ara and the other woman are busy exchanging positions to get the best photo.
"I hope happiness is always with you, Ara. You are the hope of the Son's family. Hopefully with your presence, Bryant back into our arms," Om Al smiled thinking about the future that he would certainly realize, whatever way he would try his best.
Ten minutes passed.
The sound of incoming messages distracts Al. The phone he was holding rushed to check. It turned out to be a message from Muel that said food orders had started arriving. Without replying to the message, footsteps walked over to the three women full of laughter.
"Hay, Sir. Join me?" Ocy asked without hesitation, but only answered the head of the employer.
"Food is ready. Come on!" take Al and wave his hand.
Al extended his right hand towards Ara, "Come on! This time, you're my responsibility."
"Ish, Om Al. Ara his wife, Mr. Bryant, you know," said Ocy spontaneously, making one jakati right landed on the forehead of the bodyguard, just contact Ocy grinned by widening his smile peace sign.
Ara and Kinara only listened with a laugh, both of them smiling. The relationships of those around them are unique. There are employers and employees but act like friends. Sometimes like tom and jerry.
An hour later.
A meal that is quite filling stomach finally finished with a satisfied face. Now the car that delivered the group, had just arrived in front of the towering gate. In the middle of the gate was a flower symbol. The gate with charcoal bars shows the splendor of the palace in front there. The look of amazed eyes could not be denied.
"Om, aren't we at the wrong address? It's not a house, it's a palace" said Muel.
Ocy alone had to repeatedly pinch his own hand, while Ara just silently digested everything. Only Kinara was relaxed, Al put his wallet back in his pocket, having finished making payment transactions on the car he rented.
Without explaining anything, his hand held Ara so that the two of them walked towards the middle gate. Where the padlock is still locked, then something from behind the pocket of the suit is taken out Al. Well, silver keys with funny shapes. The gaze of the eyes was calm, making the wife of the Bryant series feel the love of a father who had been longing for.
Al handed over the keys to the new house in Ara's right hand, "This is your house key. Don't worry, no one can throw you out of your own home. The building that will bear witness to a new chapter of your life is written in your name."
"Blessed, for we are always there for you. Welcome to the Son's family. Ara Bryant Space Son."
The stretching of the hand made by Al, made Ara scatter into the man's embrace. Without feeling melted tears wet both cheeks. While the moved Ocy chose to embrace the lover by resuscitating his head. That sight could really make anyone envious. Including doctor Kinara who can only withstand the heat around him.
It felt better that I operated on a patient twenty-four hours, rather than having to be a statue among the warmth of family affection. ~the inner physician Kinara.