The Seed of the Ex!

Chapter 44 - Return

"So, this little miss, Mr Bryant's son?" he insists on his question.

"Yes," Bryant shrugged slowly.

"Gosh sir, this is really surprising, i-I,"

Austin clucked in annoyance, "rather than you being noisy there, it's better to prepare food for all of them" said Austin, who immediately got a nod from Wayne and the other waiters.

"Okay sir, then I'll excuse you. Little Miss welcome to our home, Miss Trisya I leave you Master, she's very difficult to manage" he lamented as he passed.

"Wayne, do you want me to fire?" annoyed. Not without reason Wayne seemed so familiar with Austin, they used to be friends.

"Honey, let's say hello to Grandpa" Trisya led Zalia closer to Austin.

"Hello Grandpa, I'm Zalia" Zalia said, not forgetting the sweet smile on her lips.

"Hello too honey, you're so pretty. Trisya, he looks a lot like you, "Austin said enthusiastically.

"Yes Pah, how is Papah, does Papah's knee still feel pain?" ask Trisya.

"No, my knee has been numb for a long time, so I'm fine" she said, holding Zalia and sitting her in her lap.

"Bah, Zalia is pretty heavy don't hold her," prevent Trisya.

"Father Trisya, Papah is quite strong. Come on, kid, sit on Grandpa's lap." Austin said he ignored Trisya's words. Zalia complied and sat on Austin's lap.

"Well, how's Papah doing?" Bryant spoke up.

"I'm good" replied Austin.

"Come on, we should sit down first, my legs are sore," Grandpa complained as he passed in first.

"Is Papah still mad at me?" bryant asked with a clear look.

"Come on Trisya, we're in. I haven't seen you in a long time, I have a lot to talk about." Austin said no to Bryant's words.

Trisya glanced at Bryant who sighed softly, "patience, I'm sure the old man's anger won't last long, if there's any Zalia here," Trisya patted Bryant lightly on the shoulder.

"I really don't understand why Papah loves you more than I do, or maybe I'm not his son" Bryant grumbled as he walked beside Trisya.

Trisya snorted a smile, "if you are not Papah's son, then whose son are you? Come on, Bryant, why are you childish," Trisya shook her head slowly.

"Do you know how my sister is doing?" ask Trisya.

"I don't know, after that time, I never went to their house again. But some say she lives in her nanny's house" Bryant said.

"I wanted to see him, however much I loved him first, and even now, I still consider him my sister."

"Alright, I'll accompany you to look for him."

"Thank you Bryant." Trisya smiled sweetly.

Hem, Trisya turned his head demanding an answer, "have you decided about our relationship? I'm still waiting for your answer."

"Bryant I-" said Trisya at the Austin cut.

"No, don't ever accept him again Trisya, a jerk like him doesn't deserve a second chance!" austin Timpal.

"Austin, what are you saying? It's their household problem, let them solve it themselves. After all, now that they have children, there is no harm if they return to the reference," Grandpa admonished.

"Whatever the reason I disagree, Trisya can't go back to Bryant." Austin Assertive.

"Why Pah? You know what happened just because I wasn't an adult, I explained everything to you."

"Mature cannot be measured by age, it could happen a second time, and I do not want Trisya to suffer a more tragic fate than ever. You know I know everything, including what you did to him first," Austin clenched his hand, "how depraved you are," and Bryant lowered his head, even with Trisya.

"Honestly until now, the disappointment has not disappeared completely. I hate to admit that you're my son, the upbringing that Manda gave you, as if you're missing along with him."

Bryant gave a rude snort, "yes you're right, the upbringing that Mamah gave me is gone with him, it's because of you." Reply Bryant, making everyone instantly stare at him.

"Bryant what are you saying?!" snapped at Grandpa.

"Trisya, take Zalia around this house, don't let her listen to all this" said Austin, who was immediately taken by Trisya.

"Let's go kid, let's take a look at Grandpa's house." Trisya grabbed Zalia's hand and passed carrying the little girl out. Although in his heart he actually wanted to know what was going on between this family.

"Mommy, who's Manda?" zalia asked, looking up at her mother.

"He's your Grandma, Daddy's mother." Trisya replied, while continuing to walk as far as possible so that Zalia did not hear the debate that occurred between Father and his Grandfather.

"Is she pretty?"

"It's pretty, Mommy's gonna show you the pictures, but now we have to get away from them, it's not polite that we eavesdrop on the parents' conversation." Trisya gave a tip.

"Well Mommy, well, Grandpa's yard turned out to be very spacious huh, look Mommy a lot of flowers and butterflies!" zalia said as she ran over to the flowers that seemed to bloom.

"Do you like it, son?"

"Of course Mommy, I really like flowers." Enthusiastic answer.

"Grandfather said, this is Grandma growing it, she's like you, too, like plants and butterflies."

"Is she really?"

"Dear, Mommy doesn't know much about Grandma either, because when Mommy married Daddy she wasn't around, so Mommy only heard stories from your Grandpa."

"Oh so."

"Other than you, Mommy will sit here," Trisya lets Zalia look through the flower garden, and occasionally chases the butterflies flying in her presence.