Kiss The Rain's
Lollie (2)

After Jasmine entered the special room intended for important people.

Jasmine took out a pink-colored rancang from inside her totebag bag and placed it on the table. He stared at a glass frame with an abstract image. Not budging from his place, he just continued to stand crossed his hands.

Even though it was open, Jasmine did not turn her head at all. He continued to stare at the frame and seemed to drift into it.

"Take off the cuffs!"

"A-fire. It'll be against the procedure." The warden spoke stuttering.

"Take it off and close the door!" Tell Jasmine in a high tone.

"D-good." The warden quickly removed Bryan's handcuffs.

"You've only had an hour. Obey the rules." The prison guards closed the door and locked it. Now the two of them live in only one room.

Bryan just sat staring at Jasmine who was on her back.

There was no sound, there was only a gasp of breath clashing against each other.

"Tell me why, why you divorced me. Tell me straight from your mouth." Jasmine stood up not at all turned around, clashing with Bryan.

"Say, if you don't love me anymore. Say all!"

Bryan was quite astonished by Jasmine's question. Because something very painful also lodged from his heart. If the first love and his first wife have to run aground with a strange problem to face. If his love should be separated by iron bars.

Bryan did not open his voice. He was still silent, looking at the body of his ex-wife who looked thinner than the last they met.

Until the time continues to spin, for 15 minutes only spent with silence.

"Well, if you won't answer why you divorced me. I'll make sure you still love me."

Jasmine turned around, "Spend everything inside that bushel, Now!"

Jasmine sat in front of Bryan, blocked by a table. Carefully Jasmine opened the pink bushel. Taught various types of Bryan's favorite foods. Yes, at Dika's house, Jasmine took the time to cook first.

Bryan did not open his voice. He just kept staring at Jasmine who had changed slightly.

"spend!" Jasmine thrust a spoon into Bryan's hand. Bryan clasped Jasmine's hand briefly, but the widow quickly pulled her.

"Not muhrim."

Bryan gave a small smile, slowly he started eating food from Jasmine. His eyes looked at Jasmine.

"spend!"

Bryan nodded. Until that door opens.

It looks Dika who is holding Prince and Asmira who is holding the flannel end of Dika.

Bryan was quite surprised by the arrival of one family that looked harmonious. Until Prince asked to get off Dika's sling, running small towards Bryan, his little lips called Bryan as "Daddy."

"Daddy, mommy." Jasmine nodded and smiled. While Bryan was confused what to do, because this little boy had sat on Bryan's lap without being asked or he was told.

Dika who realized the awkwardness between them, finally spoke up. "Take it as training, before you actually become a parent. Think of my son as your own. Because my kids already think of you, Daddy." Bryan's eyes were round in disbelief, he was still confused by the attitude of Jasmine, Dika and her two children.

Asmira pulled the end of Dika's shirt, asking her father to look down slightly including her height.

"What Mira?" Ask Dika.

"Uncle Bry, he's the one who gave Mira lots of dolls." Asmira's whisper in Dika's ear.

Dika nodded. "More with Uncle Bry."

"So mommy cooked this for Uncle. Mira can't ask, she said special and made with love. If Mira eats, then Mira can fall in love." Said Asmira innocently.

Jasmine's eyes flashed, This little brat is indeed not good at lying. While Dika held back a laugh with her daughter's attitude that leaked the secret behind all the dishes that Jasmine made.

Bryan was still confused by this one-family attitude, there was absolutely no hatred or eyes ready to pounce. There is only one family that complements each other with love that grows without being asked or asked for in return.

Bryan who initially looked stiff with the way he held Prince finally slowly began to hug him. Answer all Asmira's questions or answer Prince's questions that he doesn't understand.

"Dik, teach your sister how to babysit. I'm out first." Jasmine patted Dika on the shoulder, walking out of the special room without caring for Dika who was mocking her.

Now there are two adult men who still put their hearts on one woman.

When the 8-year-old Bryan finally relented, he buried all his annoyance at Bryan. Because it was only this opportunity to speak seriously with him.

"Jasmine often doctrines Prince into calling yourself Daddy. I don't care if my kids have two dads. Because they also have two mothers." Dika looked at Bryan carefully.

"If you still love Jasmine, do you remember the message? Keep praying that there's a miracle you can get out of here intact. Because that stubborn woman is waiting for you."

Dika approached Bryan and hugged him, "If not I'll marry him again." Dika laughs.

What a laugh that made Bryan snort.

"Smoke!" Dika patted Bryan on the shoulder and sat back down.

"Dad, why is Uncle Bry here. Why is Uncle Bry in jail." Asmira asked curiously.

"Just ask Uncle Bry." Dika chose to play mobile phone, secretly taking portraits of Prince and Bryan.

"I don't dare father, said mommy disrespectfully." Asmira spoke in a whisper.

"Uncle Bry stole sandals at the mosque. So in jail." Obviously Dika origin, because it is impossible for him to answer honestly.

"Uncle Bry can buy me a lot of dolls. But why can't you buy your own sandals?" Plain questions came back out of Asmira's tiny lips.

"Because, Uncle Bry's money ran out to buy you a doll. So he stole a sandal in the mosque." Dika put his index finger in front of his lips. He told Bryan to be quiet, without interfering in the affairs of Him and Asmira.

"So Uncle Bry's in jail because of me. Father...," Asmira's tears had already welled up in her eyes. "Dad, get Uncle Bry out of here. We'll buy him a lot of slippers at the mall." Whining Asmira, he was completely consumed with Dika's incitement.

"Just leave Uncle Bry here, let Uncle Bry be in the law the same old cop." Dika was clearly holding back her laughter.

While Bryan who heard all the talk of Dika and Asmira could only shake his head. He just wants Jasmine to be happy, with her family again. But in fact, Dika with open arms accepted him as a member of his family.

One hour is over. Prince whining,

still want to be with Bryan, while Jasmine is out of nowhere. Even though he only wants to complete his longing mission, in fact he still has a hidden mission behind his arrival.

"Princess. We have to go home, I want to work."

"Daddy, Daddy's coming back home."

"Daddy, Daddy's coming back home."

Bryan nodded, not feeling his eyes water but not dripping. Bryan was holding Prince, away from Dika. I don't know what Bryan did with Prince. But after 15 minutes, Prince is back to cheer.

"May there be a miracle for you and your family, Bry. Thank you for accepting my children. If there's free time, we'll be here again." Dika takes over Prince, pats Bryan on the shoulder and applies his leave. Asmira who feels guilty cries as hell when separated from Uncle Bry. He continues to apologize and promises to buy many new sandals later if Bryan gets out of prison.

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ummm, is there some kind of miracle, right? Next.

Waiting for ya.🤭