Mr. Bryan
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Bryan woke up and kissed Diana's cheek at a glance then he went back to sleep on Diana's lap.
Diana who got a surprise attack rounded her eyes in surprise
"Sister!"
"He he don't be angry baby, just nyicil" said Bryan grinned
"Nyicil nyicil is my pot?" diana was even more upset
"Of course you're not a pot baby, you don't want to sleep anymore" she looked for a comfortable position on Diana's lap
"Sister, don't sleep here and go into the room" Diana said
"Temenin huh?" bryan Goda
"Let's go, but you're ready to be cut down by your father" Diana challenged Bryan with a mocking smile
"So, I sleep here" Bryan said
"Why didn't you want to be in Temenin?" taunting Diana
"Darling I still want to live a long life so that you can continue what else while doing something fun, you know, if you go to the room right now and continue to fall in the same room, Dad means I only last night doang with you"
"Based Duda"
"It's not even a widow anymore" Bryan replied
"Not waking up there sleeping inside"
"Don't want to baby, some days you can't sleep so let your sister sleep for a while"
"Who told me not to sleep"
Bryan did not respond to Diana's remarks, he preferred to close his eyes.
Diana, who saw Bryan ignore him, just resigned her thighs in a pillow.
The second of changing minutes had been almost half an hour they were both in the same position.
Several times Diana yawned due to drowsiness her legs also tingled but she did not wake Bryan.
Diana felt sorry for having to wake Bryan up because she saw Bryan sleeping so soundly.
In his view the handsome face since earlier occasionally rubbed gently the hair of her future husband.
"Hooaamm" once again Diana yawned, she was already unable to open her eyes and ended up falling asleep with her head leaning against the sofa.
30 minutes later Bryan woke up from his deep sleep, his net staring at the sleeping Diana with her mouth slightly open.
Bryan smiled looking at Diana's face which he thought was very cute.
"His sleep style is similar to Hana's" Bryan murmured
Bryan got up from the top of Diana's thigh and sat down next to her, removing the strands of hair that covered Diana's face.
"Beautiful" Bryan said spontaneously
"My darling pity must be that she's sore"
Bryan lifted Diana's body and took her into the house, he passed by Ida's mother when she was about to enter the house.
"Mother"
"Just now I want to call you guys already here, Diana why?"
"It's okay ma'am, he just overslept outside"
"Oh come in, Bryan's son"
"Call Bryan, ma'am"
"All right Bryan"
Bryan entered the house while Ida's mother was closing the door and locking it
"Where does Miss Diana want to lay?" asked Bryan who was still standing in the living room
"In her room, the room's upstairs let's show you"
"Good ma'am"
Arriving at the door
"For a while, I checked in, because Diana's friend sleeps here"
"Good ma'am"
Ida's mother went into Diana's room first to check for fear Ross was changing clothes or so on
"Come in, son"
Bryan went into the room towards the bed that already had occupants Ross and Hana.
Bryan lowered Diana very carefully, Ida's mother who saw Bryan was very careful of her daughter smiling happily.
After Bryan laid Diana on the bed, she covered Diana's body
"Thank you son"
"Sama-sama ma'am, sorry ma'am tonight where is Bryan sleeping? I want to move Hana because it looks like Diana's bed isn't enough if Hana sleeps here"
"In the guest room, the room is next to Diana's room let me show you"
"Well ma'am, wait a minute Bryan take Hana first"
"Yes"
Bryan picked up Hana who was sleeping between Diana and Ross, after successfully lifting Hana Bryan carrying her daughter and taking her out of Diana's room to the guest room
Ceklek mother Ida opened the door to the guest room and invited Bryan who was holding his daughter to enter
"This is her room, son, lay down your daughter pity her first" said Ida's mother
"Good" Bryan laid his daughter in bed and then covered her
"Mom's got a new towel and toiletries ready for you and Hana. The towels are in the closet, the toiletries are in the bathroom"
"Thank you so much ma'am, so take some nicotine" Bryan said
"No fuss at all, oh yes in the closet there is also a change of clothes belonging to Maulana's son's mother, still new never in use but already the mother was washing because usually all the new clothes the mother washed first before in use" explained Ida's mother at length
"Yes ma'am" Bryan said with a smile
"Yes, you rest, I want to rest too"
"Thank you again" Bryan said
"Together, good night"
"Good night mom"
After Ida's mother left Bryan closed the door, he headed to the bathroom to clean himself.
30 Minutes later Bryan had come out of the bathroom, he had looked fresh he had also changed into comfortable clothes to wear while sleeping.
Bryan was sitting next to his daughter, he was staring at her daughter while rubbing her head gently
"Honey soon you will have Mommy as you want so far, daddy hope someday when you grow up you still love Mommy Diana"
"Mommy Diana is so dear to Hana, she is willing to marry daddy because you love"
"And if one day daddy is no longer beside you daddy hope you look after Mommy Diana and your future sisters"
Bryan kissed his daughter's forehead long enough, then whispered
"Thank you for meeting daddy with Mommy, daddy loves you"
After saying that Bryan lay on the bed and went into the blanket that Hana was wearing.
She lay staring at her sleeping daughter's face with her mouth slightly open exactly as Diana slept.
"Duh gesin very much anyway" said Bryan slowly
"If you hadn't done that, maybe we'd be enjoying our daughter's growth and development"
"You've wasted everything I've done for you, you've wasted our daughter" Bryan murmured
Every look at his daughter Bryan always said this, because in some parts of Hana's face there are similarities with Cika's face makes Bryan always remember about Cika.
"Quite Bryan from now on you have to forget about Cika, you can't remember when you've got a girl who's much better than him" Bryan told himself
After that Bryan began to close his eyes and fall asleep following Hana who had been in the dream.
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