The Seed of the Ex!

Chapter 31 - Arguing!

"Sir, I've prepared your things" said Marc, putting a tote bag on Bryant's bed.

Hem, Bryant replied uninspiredly. Because, since three days ago Trisya did not come to the hospital again to see him.

"Did Trisya not look at me anymore?" ask Bryant.

"No sir."

Bryant snorted violently, he grabbed the shirt that Marc provided to change clothes, the article today Bryant was allowed to go home. He thought, maybe with this incident Trisya's attitude will change a little, but it turned out that this was not too impactful for the woman.

"Master, would you like me to have a waiter at your house?" haggard Marc.

"No need, I can take care of myself" Bryant said.

"Do you need me to stay the night?"

"No, it's a good opportunity for me, so don't ruin it." Said Bryant, buttoning his shirt.

"Good sir."

After that they walked out, unexpectedly Zalia and Trisya were waiting for them in the parking area.

"Marc, am I hallucinating? I saw Trisya there" whispered Bryant.

"It looks like you're indeed hallucinating sir" said Marc flatly.

"You didn't see it?"

"No" replied Marc shaking his head.

Bryant was speechless, he looked at Trisya with a blank look, then ignored her, making Trisya cluck in annoyance.

"Mommy, why are the neighbors ignoring us?" asked Zalia while looking up at the mother.

"Mommy doesn't know either." Trisya replied with unceasing eyes looking at Bryant with an annoyed look.

"Marc, Trisya kept looking at me, I thought she was real" Bryant said, undoing his intention of getting into the car.

Marc laughed softly, "why are you laughing?" bryant asked in annoyance.

"That's real, Madam came to pick you up at Zalia's request."

"Oh shit, you pranking me!" the Decaknya then turned again, and approached Trisya.

"Hey!" he said to Trisya, but she ignored the woman's "hello Zalia" and continued to greet Zalia.

"Hello Om, why did you ignore us?" zalia asked in surprise, she looked up at Bryant.

"Here you go, son, we better go home. Maybe he doesn't want us here" Trisya said, pulling Zalia's arm away.

"No wait! That's not it, Trisya, I think I was hallucinating, Marc pranking me, he said he didn't see you." Bryant turned to Marc, the person he was referring to was gone, and he took his car in another parking lot.

"Basic fucking Marc!" decak Bryant's.

The sound of the car horn distracts them, the car stops right in front of them. Marc came down from inside.

"Sir, Miss, come in, it's not good to fight in public."

"Well, what does it mean to fight in a public place?"

"It's Mommy, come on in." Zalia pushed Trisya's body and stuffed it into the back seat of the car whose door had been opened by Marc. Trisya kept quiet and obeyed her daughter.

"Om, I want to sit in front."

"All right, let's go in!" Marc opened the door for Zalia, "Master, you're sitting in the back" Bryant whispered, winking one eye.

Bryant cleared his throat while fixing his clothes, then entered without protest. He sat neatly beside Trisya.

"Woah Om, Nice Car Om! Mommy, if Mommy will have a car I want something like this" Zalia joked, she plays things on the dashboard.

"Yes, don't be naughty, son, sit well." said Trisya.

"No papa Trisya, let it go" Bryant replied, "does Zalia want this car?"

"No," Trisya who replied, she shook her head gesturing at the little girl.

"Yes Om, Zalia just likes it, Zalia doesn't want it."

"No papa, if Zalia wants Om can give it as a gift." again Bryant replied.

Trisya threw a threatening look at Marc, the man in front just smiled and turned his eyes back to the streets.

"No need, this gift is too big for a lower class like us, we cannot accept the greatness of your heart." Trisya ketus.

"What did you say? What kind of caste difference is this? I've never distinguished people from their class" Bryant couldn't stand Trisya's words.

"If you don't want this car okay, I didn't give it to you anyway, I gave it to Zalia. Let Zalia decide whether to accept it or not!"

Trisya gave a rude snort, "even though you gave it to her, she couldn't drive it herself, so I as her parents balked at this gift of yours. After all, other people would not give this kind of gift to a stranger."

"To be precise, other people will never give this kind of thing to a stranger, which means you're not a stranger to me." Trisya threw her face the other way.

"All right, we're here." Marc said, making Trisya immediately get out of the car he opened the car door and brought Zalia along.

While Bryant he still remained silent on the spot, "why did you even argue with Madam? Your relationship just got better." Marc said as he looked at Trisya's back which slowly shrank in the distance.

"I couldn't help but argue his words, he thought I was what kind of person," he lamented with an annoyed face, "he's my ex-wife and Zalia is my daughter, after all, so it's only natural that I give this car as a gift."

"I know you think it's natural. But, Madam doesn't know that you already know that Zalia is her daughter, for her and Zalia you are a stranger sir, so take back your word to give this car as a gift, this is not the right time for that. When you have accepted each other you can give anything to the Madam, she will gladly accept."

"You're right Marc, if I keep insisting and don't budge, my relationship and Trisya's gonna get worse."

"That's right, let's go downstairs and apologize to Madam."

Bryant followed Marc, then went down.