The Seed of the Ex!

Chapter 32 - Instinct

"Trisya, ugh." Bryant clutched his stomach which again felt pain. Because he was walking quite fast chasing Trisya who was climbing the stairs.

Instantly Trisya turned his head, even with Zalia, their steps halted in front of the entrance.

"I'm sorry, I was too much, I wouldn't force you to do anything without your permission, but am I still allowed to meet Zalia?" bryant's gaze was hopeful.

"Where's Marc?" Trisya did not answer he instead asked the whereabouts of Marc the personal assistant Bryant, as well as his versatile right hand.

"He's got business, so he's gone."

"He left you alone in this situation?" Trisya stared in disbelief.

Bryant smiled weakly, "i'm fine, I can take care of myself" Bryant said.

Trisya gave a rude snort, "yes already then," Trisya opened the door and brought her body halfway into the house and then again said, "you can still meet Zalia." she said, Brak...! he closed the door violently, Bryant only blinked his eyes a few times with his body sculpting, his mind digesting Trisya's words slowly.

Bryant stepped gontai entered his house, his hands rested on the wall that passed through him, he lay himself on the sofa, his house feels lonely really nangsa feel. Maybe Bryant should have just accepted Marc's offer to put a waiter in this house.

Without feeling Bryant was asleep, until 19:00 the sound of knocking on the door made his sleep disturbed.

Geck...Geck...

"Awhile," he said with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up. Bryant got up, and walked in slow steps toward the door.

Chequek... The door opened, revealing Zalia standing at the door, "what's wrong?" asked Bryant softly.

"Mommy overcooked, she told me to call Om for dinner." He said with a plain face, his plump eyelashes moved slowly, and his pitch-black eyeballs looked at Bryant with a funny look.

"Truly, thank you then. It just so happens that Om's stomach is very hungry" he said happily. Bryant closed the door and walked over to Zalia.

Apparently, Trisya was arranging food on the table while wearing a pink apron, his eyes glanced at Bryant at a glance then returned to his activities again.

"Mommy, Om says he's so hungry!" zalia said excitedly, she was sitting on the chair where she used to be, and with Bryant she was already sitting sweetly on one of the empty seats available.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner, I'm so happy."

"Don't think too much, I'm doing this just because I thank you for saving my daughter" Trisya said, sitting in a chair.

Bryant smiled softly, "no papa, even though I still feel happy, I also already consider Zalia like my own daughter," Bryant rubbed Zalia's head gently, making the little girl smile at him.

"If you were someone else to us, I'd be responsible for your food as long as you're sick." Bryant smiled in response.

Trisya chewed her food slowly, she noticed the familiarity that was going on between Bryant and Zalia.

'If Zalia had known that Bryant was her real father, what would she have done? Is he going to accept Bryant? All this time I never once told him who his real father was, and he never asked, My daughter is a very good child.'

"What's? Mommy doesn't like vegetables? But why does Mommy always force me to eat it, I don't like it either" Zalia complained with a stingy face.

"Who said Mommy doesn't like it, Mommy likes it, look Mommy will eat it," Trisya stuffed the vegetable and fed it to her mouth, "look, Mommy likes vegetables, so Zalia should eat them too."

With Zalia forced to eat even though she seemed reluctant, Trisya leaned on Bryant who became the culprit. The one in the face can only grin because they do not know that Zalia also does not like vegetables like her mother.

After dinner Zalia asked Bryant to accompany her to watch cartoons on television, unknowingly the little girl was asleep in Bryant's lap.

"Zalia let's ti-," Trisya had not yet finished his words a gesture from Bryant stopped his intention, Trisya again fell silent.

"Don't be noisy, she's just sleeping" Bryant whispered with his palm on Zalia's forehead, gently rubbing Zalia's hair back.

"Let me carry it," Trisya reached out to grab Zalia's tiny body and moved it to the room, but Bryant forbade it.

"Don't, let me. Zalia is so heavy, maybe you won't be able to lift it."

"Don't be reckless, I can do it, I take care of Zalia alone where maybe I can't carry her just to move her to the room." Trisya said she could not accept Bryant underestimating her.

"Alright, it's up to you, though," Bryant chose to give up rather than make the problem come back weird.

Trisya lifted Zalia's body slowly, the body of this little girl was getting heavier, siring getting older, Trisya exhaled violently and brought Zalia into the room. After putting it on the bed he came back out, looking Bryant looked down and noticed the white shirt he was wearing exposed to red stains on the left abdomen.

"Good God, you're bleeding!" screeching Trisya, she slammed towards Bryant and crouched down looking at the man's clothes with an anxious look.

"No papa, the blood will stop on its own."

"What is papa?! If the wound opens again how? Take off your clothes, I'll change the bandages" Trisya ordered, he got up and looked for something from the drawer he ran around with a panicked face.

Bryant smiled faintly seeing the anxiety on Trisya's face, he was happy that it turned out that Trisya still cared about him.

"What do you see, quickly take off her clothes!" again, Bryant immediately did as Trisya commanded.

"Hold a little, maybe it'll hurt." Trisya said as she opened the bandage that wrapped Bryant's wound. While the man, letting Trisya do what he wanted resignedly, there was not the slightest rejection from him.

"It seemed like there was not much bleeding, maybe it was Zalia's head," Trisya said as she put red medicine on Bryant's wound and re-wrapped it after she confirmed that no serious injuries had occurred.

"You see, your wounds are open again, if you had just carried Zalia, maybe your blood would have flowed like water from a hole in your stomach" Trisya said with a look of annoyance, he returned to clean up the P3K box he had brought earlier.

"I'm fine, don't worry too much." Bryant said calmly.

"I'm worried, who, me?" Trisya gave a rude snort, "don't be too confident, I'm not worried about you at all, it's just a human's instinct to other humans."