The Abandoned Woman

36. He's my son

" Tsk. You even forgot your promise with Arsy ? You said you'd pick her up at school." Again the woman scolded the husband. The man had already fallen asleep flying into his dreamland.

Sharmila raised Bryant's head slowly fearing interrupting his break. After that he took his embroidery equipment. Sitting beside him with his embroidery.

He occasionally glanced at the clock. The woman filled her leisure time with knitting, embroidery. The activities he does are just to fill his free time. Bryant Cassano won't let him work.

He was ordered to sit quietly at home. Take care of the children and arrange their schedules, as well as the contents of the luxurious mansion.

The woman, who had originally only complied, at that time, went on a business trip together. The woman immediately believed just hearing the words of others. Without confirmation first, prefer to leave without thinking about the consequences.

That's what he's thinking right now. Disputing the orders of her husband. Ignoring it is a big event. The woman was foolish at the time. And her closed-door attitude was one of their strategies to keep them apart.

Sharmila was stunned when her stomach was touched by Bryant Cassano. "How long have I been sleeping ? Why didn't you wake me ?" He said with a smile the face of the pillow was clearly imprinted in his eyes. The man was also sitting on his shoulder.

"Hurry to wash your saliva ! My son is waiting ! You promised you'd take her for a walk." Her mouth is ketus. Bryant Cassano's eyes, which had been closed, glared at Sharmila.

"Why don't you wake me up ?" Bryant Cassano Shouts. Sharmila covered her ears and stared intently at her husband. " You sleep like a buffalo ! Why am I the one you're mad at ?" Sung him while getting out of his bed and went out together with Bryant who ran to the bathroom.

"Sharmila !" The man screamed in annoyance as he read that he found nothing on his face. While Sharmila just smiled while holding her baby downstairs.

They passed by throwing fierce eyes. Bryant Cassano drives his car at high speed to his son's school. There were many people who invited their children.

Bryant Cassano drove the car some distance from the pick-up gate. He chose to walk to the school gate. He saw Arsy in the crowd of 4-5 children ? Bryant narrowed his eyes. Apparently his son was in the grove because he saw him being pushed even if only slowly.

"You're just a servant's son who was adopted by his employer. Do you have a father ?" Ejek the brunette.

"I guess not. He's an out-of-wedlock kid. And it's not clear Daddy." The jacketed alma mater.

They didn't know Bryant Cassano was filming their video. And the beating of Arsy was also recorded on camera. He looked around at those who were indifferent, there was also CCTV.

"This is an expensive and classy school. Who you guys dare touch her !" Bryant Cassano was two meters behind him. Looked hard at them.

They took a few steps back. " Look at the CCTV. I'll make sure you're going to jail for what you did !" Said loudly. Some of the old students looked over. Exclaiming him. " He's a bastard. How can I go to school here ?"

"He's my son ! Not a bastard. I'm the one who asked the administration to keep his identity a secret ! Why ? You don't accept that my son is superior ?" Sakarse Bryant's.

" Did you know about this, principal ?" He asked while standing on his high finger. The middle-aged man broke out in cold sweat helplessly and fearfully. Because he is negligent in his duty.

" Daddy let's just go home." Ask Arsy to look at his father's face. Holding the tip of his fingers. The man only smiled faintly at the expression of his downcast son while silent. He called someone to investigate his son.

"I'm going to go. Remember the CCTV if something goes wrong then you really don't look at me." His whisper with a faint smile patted his shoulder and passed.

Bryant Cassano carried his son in his arms. And said." You're Daddy's son. Don't be afraid of them ! But you can't be greedy or arrogant either ! Understand ?" Brombs Bryant. "I know Daddy. Mom explained those details. That's why I'm not talking about this." He answered while continuing to look at my father's face.

"Smart kid." A kiss landed on the top of his head. They got into his car and left the place.

Along with the arrival of his deputy Bryant Cassano, a lawyer who was called by him before leaving the place. Along with the vidionya sent Bryant Cassano. He took care of everything as Bryant wanted.

Bryant Cassano took him to his destination. Lunch at Arsy's favorite chicken restaurant and playground is desired by Arsy, although he is at home complete facilities but he longs like a habit with his mother.

Simple life and an excursion to a public entertainment place and do not need to be luxurious anyway. Bryant Cassano was moved by the look on the child's face. They play games together on the playground.

Once satisfied Bryant Cassano bought a cold drink and a healthy snack the boy fell asleep in his chair due to play fatigue. By late afternoon they reached his luxurious mansion.

Sharmila was stunned to see Bryant Cassano holding his sleeping son. "He likes it on the playground. I promise I'll spend some time playing with him and his sister." He said he was followed by his wife.

"Did you know our son has trouble in school ?" Bryant asked Sharmila. The woman was silent as she closed the blanket. "Yes I know. The driver reported to me. Seeing him beaten up from afar. He intends for clarification but is prevented from Arsy. He said it was useless." Sharmila paused her sentence.

" And yes I think so too. Because he's just your son. I thought you were just giving support" he replied softly.

Bryant Cassano hugged him tightly and felt that sadness. " I'm sorry I'm busy with my own world. Excuse me. Act as a bad father and an insensitive husband to you." His whisper while stroking his long hair.

They sit in Arsy's room. Sharmila decided to wait for the son to rest for a moment, before the magrib later he would wake him. To cleanse yourself and worship.

Thank you for the gift of God, my husband knows what his son needs. And be a dependable father. Be his idol and role model for him.

I could not feel her tears flowing from both eyes. He was silent on the side of Arsy's bed. Bryant Cassano stared blankly at his wife who was seen crying silently.