The Seed of the Ex!

Chapter 19 - Approach

"What should I do? Am I pretending to run away? But, this is not the morning, where there are people jogging at one o'clock in the afternoon." Bryant let out a heavy sigh, just wanting to get close to the little girl alone felt so difficult. Though he used to be his champion in terms of approaching women.

The woman Merry seemed to leave Zalia alone, "what the fuck is she, why is it so reckless to leave a child alone unattended, well really can not be this barina." Grutu Bryant while getting out of his car, without hesitation he approached Zalia who was sitting while eating ice cream.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Zalia looked up at the person who was reprimanding her.

"Om neighbor, why is Om here?" asked Zalia with a questioning look.

"Ehem, Om happened to pass by around here, why are you sitting alone in this place?"

"I'm not alone Om, I'm with Aunt Merry. He went to the toilet for a while, "Zalia answered, "it's best if Om goes, if Mommy knows I'm talking to Om, Mommy will be angry" Zalia added.

"Then don't tell me," Bryant replied lightly.

"Om telling me to lie?"

Uh, Bryant frowned, "no, that's not it. But, if I leave you alone in this place, what if some bad guy comes near you?"

Zalia fell silent, then turned, "Om right, I was also afraid that I would have to wait for Aunt Merry alone, Om accompany me. I promise, I won't tell Mommy!"

"Okay, Deal!" Zalia and Bryant shake hands. Bryant sat down next to Zalia.

"Son, in your hair there are dried leaves, can you take them?" Zalia looked, but did not refuse.

Quite frankly, Zalia when two strands of her hair were plucked, "pardon Om, the leaves were stuck so your hair was not deliberately interested." Zalia looked down she looked sad.

"Really Om is really sorry, Want to buy some ice cream?" bryant bargained, he wants to atone for his sin.

"No, I ate ice cream. Mommy says not too much, then my stomach hurts," replied Zalia, still with a gritted face.

"Then what does Zalia want? Tell Om, just think of this as an apology from Om." Ask Bryant again.

"I want a cup cake" said Zalia, with facial expressions beginning to change.

"Can you come with me?" Instantly, Zalia fell silent and looked strangely at Bryant, making Bryant scratch his head without itching.

'Haish this kid, but it's good Trisya taught her daughter well.'

"Let's just relax, look at the store over there," Zalia's eyes followed Bryant's finger pointing, "yet your Mommy knows Om, and Om this is his boss so don't worry about Om kidnapping you."

"But--," Zalia still seemed reluctant.

Bryant sighed deeply, "if you don't want to come with Om, Om where to buy you the cake, Om worried that you're left alone here." Bryant gave Zalia some understanding.

"Then that's fine," Zalia got up and smiled at Bryant, "I believe in Om, let's go."

Bryant stared softly at that innocent face, 'my heart says that you are indeed my daughter.'

"Of!" call Zalia again, because it finds Bryant even pensively unclear.

"Eh, yes, let's go there!" Bryant got up, Zalia immediately linked her little fingers to Bryant, making a strange sigh enter the heart of the thirty-year-old man.

And they walked together with their hands interlocked.

"You're free to choose any cake!" bryant said after arriving at the store, they are currently staring at the storefront choosing the cake displayed there.

"Om Really?!" Zalia screeched in excitement, Bryant nodded surely.

"Miss, please give me everything this little girl wants," Bryant told the store's butler.

"I want, this one, this one and this one!" show Zalia, she picked the cup cake with various flavors.

Zalia caught up with Bryant and sat down before him, "Om neighbor, what's Om's name?" ask Zalia.

Bryant who originally spread the newspaper to cover his face, now lowered the paper to show the face of Zalia who looked curiously at him.

"Name Om Bryant, so don't always call Om your neighbor's Om." Said Bryant while chuckling softly.

"Okay, Om Bryant!" Zalia smiled back.

A waiter came carrying a tray containing cup cake with various flavors according to Zalia's choice.

"Well, this little neighbor girl is so greedy, see how many cookies you ordered," Bryant shook his head in disbelief.

"It's not just for me, it's for Om too!" Bryant bit his lower lip, because he did not really like sweet foods, the last time he ate a cake maybe a few months ago.

"Okay, Om wants these coko cips." Bryant took one and bit him, and Zalia did.

"Where's your dad?" the question just slid from Bryant's lips on the sidelines of his chewing.

"I don't know," replied Zalia still enjoying the cake.

"Huh? Did your Mommy never take you to see her?" zalia's next answer made Bryant curious.

"No," Zalia shook her head, "i also don't know who my Papah is and where he is."

"Why don't you ask your Mommy where your Papah is."

"I don't want to make Mommy sad by asking about Papah. For me just being with Mommy is enough, after all I don't want to have Papah. My friend Janet he's got Papah, but his Papa is so fierce he's been locked up in the bathroom because Janet spilled coffee, I'm afraid if I had Papah I'd be in brackets too." Zalia.

"Hey that's not true, not all Papahs are as fierce as Janet's Papah." Larat Bryant, feeling disapproved of Zalia's words just now, if Zalia did not want to have Papah which is likely that she herself could be serious.

"Do you have children?" zalia asked looked curious.

"For now not yet, but later will." Bryant shrugged his shoulders lightly.

Bryant stared at the clock on his wrist, the clock showing at 15:00 PM.

"Why was your nanny so long? If this count had been two hours," Bryant fell silent, thinking for a moment.

Ting...

The message came in.

'Mr Bryant, I'm Merry, can Zalia come home with you? Now that I'm home, I can't go back there.'

'Haish, this must be Marc's plan. Why can't I guess from the beginning.' Bryant smiled in a knot, 'but this is good, in the first stage this shortcut is more than enough, in the future I will often meet Zalia, even if our DNA test results are negative I will still support her like my own daughter.'

"Right, why is Aunt Merry so long?" lamented Zalia, she put her head on the table feeling bored with the situation.

"Aunt Merry called Om, he said he had business he left you with Om. And unfortunately Om just read the message now, please don't know your mother yes, or Aunt Merry will be fired and Om will also be angry with your mother."

"Okay Om, Zalia promised not to tell Mommy!"

"Good boy, let's finish the cake, and then we go home." Bryant stroked the soft black hair of Zalia's waist.