ROSETA
Bryna and Daddy

"Daddy."

"Hm, what's sweety?"

Now they are both in a wheeled machine, heading to Bryna's school. Theo who was focused on driving replied without looking sideways. Of course safety must be herded and placed at the front. Theo still wanted to coexist with the person he was currently fighting for, unwilling to die silly from an accident, let alone bring his daughter along as well.

"May Bryna ask?"

"Of course." 

Bryna did not immediately say when permission to ask his father legalized without a long thought. The little girl twisted her skirt, looking doubtful if what she wanted to ask created a new boomerang in her life.

"Rahel," Bryna seemed to pause as her tail glanced at Theo who looked stiff from the shock of the word Bryna had just mentioned, even the question sentence had not appeared to complete until the end.

Bryna threw away fear, curiosity dominated and swarmed like bees flocking into her hive. After all his father also owed him a debt to explain, maybe this is the right time to collect an appointment.

While Theo did not predict from the beginning what Bryna would mention was the name, so the man was a little surprised.

"Rahel is not Daddy's son" Theo said

Theo understood, very well know if the level of Bryna's curiosity had reached an overdose. No need for full sentences, he answered.

Bryna opened her mouth wide and reflexively closed it with the palm of her hand. "W-how can it be?"

"Heem. How to explain it."

"For God's sake. Bryna's curious, dad!" demand Bryna.

Of course Theo was confused as to how to explain it. It is also impossible that the problem of the bed that is the core of the problem is explained slowly. For another reason, Bryna should not even know how the chronology of the adult story is not at all worthy of being an example.

"Daddy can you explain when Bryna's an adult?"

Bryna looked up, "Originally Daddy knows, Bryna's very grown up."

Theo smiled in response. "Don't be, later when Bryna is already twelve years old. How's it?"

"Very long time, dad. Bryna's not that patient."

Again Theo giggled, eager to see Bryna's expression for longer. But safety is the main focus.

Bryna shuffled still not accept. "Simple, dad. Just tell Bryna how Rachel can call daddy the name Bryna just said."

Oh. It looks like Bryna is not demanding an explanation, a cocky feeling that was held back when her father spoiled another daughter seems to be starting to show Bryna.

"Calm down, babe," teases Theo with his rancid.

"Babe? Dad, Bryna's not daddy's boyfriend."

Gosh darn. Theo patted the jidat. It would be wrong to face Bryna. That small already know with the name of lover.

"OKAY. So daddy can call Bryna by any name?"

Bryna thought for a moment. Why does his father think of all the names. Come to think of it, since the initial meeting with Bryna first, Theo likes random in mentioning Bryna in his call.

"Anything, just don't call Bryna by the name of princess," replied Bryna who looked soft at the end of the sentence.

The request was honest, for that reason, Bryna was very confident that Theo had understood. "Deal," broke up Theo with a steady nod.

Almost both of them froze in the vehicle if only Theo did not break the hard ice in there. Bryna indirectly reminded him of the habit of Theo's lips that smile wide when calling Rachel in the name of princess, Theo's heart like being hit by a radish with a dull, painful, slow and sure end.

"But daddy hasn't answered Bryna's question."

"Which question?"

"Don't pretend to forget?"

Both of them know how to restore the atmosphere as before, Theo and Bryna have sensitivity and tolerance in harmony. Just like that, the pair of father and son had argued again to leave the awkwardness thrown through the window.

"OKAY. Simply put daddy's being framed."

"Enoughs. Bryna understands."

As Bryna had expected. The girl did not plan on demanding any further from the start. His ears still did not deserve to listen more than this. In his view, a nine-year-old like himself is not yet the time to know all the traps in the world, which he should know is only a rat trap. Let the adults finish it. Bryna would just shut up and observe, going forward if it was needed.

The rolling time is short at the same time that the car brake is pressed precisely in the school yard. Bryna got off the car accompanied by Theo who was also beside her.

"Meet Jeko Uncle."

"John uncle, dad!! Bryna likes to call first names!!" bryna said.

"Yes, yeah. John uncle."

Bryna nodded until her eyes stopped to look at the girl of her age who was standing not far away from her. Rachel herself, as far as Bryna knows the girl is often escorted by a driver lately. Yura, who was known to her mother, never even Bryna saw her holding her daughter's hand to enter the school. As far as Bryna was concerned, Theo was the one who used to hold Rachel's hand tightly.

"FATHER."

Rachel shouted until she stopped the steps of various people who were passing by around her. Theo heard and made a gaze towards the girl he had always been thinking about.

Theo is faced between two choices that both make him fall into a bottomless abyss, hurting the little girl at least this guy can do. Choosing to disobey Rachel is tantamount to hurting her own daughter. As for ignoring Rachel is the same as making the girl hurt.

While Rachel was running towards Theo, at the same time Bryna was running to go to her class. Bryna knew very well that her father was being shackled in a choice that the man could not decide with easy steps. Bryna believes that if her father is loving, then it is better to give up even though the tears dribble along with his steps.

As the body of the limb was headed for class, Bryna paused at the thought of the same thing, about her father and Rachel with a complicated relationship, at that time Bryna also turned her body to go to the field. Sit down until the bell comes in.

Bryna clashed with her hands holding her chin. His eyes flickered with a heavy and rapid lolosan breath. If only while still in the womb he could speak and read the minds of other humans, Bryna would easily tell the universe if his family did not deserve to be a mess.

But Bryna went back to common sense, where could Bryna speak in the womb. The fall was not great, it was scary.

"Wife candidate."

"I'm not kidding, Swan."

"When you haven't looked. Just know if it's me."

Bryna then rotated her eyeballs. Of course he memorized if it was Swan's voice. Vocal interfered with her precocious jokes, who else would try if not her.

"You can hug me when you're sad, Bryna. Consider me Braga, I'm not kidding." Swan's tone looked serious and deep.

Bryna turned to her right and when it was also clearly drawn in Swan's eyeball, there was a sense of worry in it. "I'm ok," Bryna assures me.

Even the atmosphere changed drastically when Swan mentioned Bryna's brother's name. If the name has been thrown, then there is not the slightest joke carried away. Swan might be rancid, but if the boy was completely meaningless to Bryna, then there would be no way they could be friends so far.

This kind of Swan that sometimes Bryna needs when time is gripping and as if strangling the neck to the point that the air supply in the world is not able to make it live. Even if Bryna tries to be indifferent and live like a child who should have fun, then the memory of her mother who dodged all night hit her memory. Bryna felt it was appropriate to feel the burden that Roseta was carrying alone, maybe it would be fair, he said.

"I miss Braga. Very long," said Bryna very softly.

"I miss him too." Sean picked up a rose that was in the side pocket of his backpack. "This is for you" he said, sticking the flower out in front of Bryna.

"I took one, the rest I gave to Braga who I put in the house."

Bryna accepted it and said, "Thank you, Swan."

"So. We can get married."

Bryna resigned to not want to answer, smiled thinly as a response thrown aside and that's when a sturdy figure walked over.

"Dad."

Theo crouches down in front of Bryna, who is still sitting with Swan beside her daughter.

"Why did you just run away?"

"Give daddy time with Rachel. Bryna's right, isn't she?"

Theo. "It's not true. Bryna should have been acquainted as daddy dong's son."

"Where can be so daddy. Rachel can cry."

Bryna understands what will happen if Rachel finds out that Bryna is the son of the man who had been her father. If Rachel had understood, it would not have been possible at that time she still called Theo 'Papa'.

Theo grimaced and grabbed Bryna and lifted her up, smelling the slightly puffed cheek while throwing expressions of affection many times. Theo is also unlikely to tell the truth in front of Rachel. Even the man had lied to Rachel that he was busy and went abroad, came here to miss Rachel.

Theo knew he was wrong. But, the first attention remained on Bryna. Thro would never ignore his daughter. Never does.

"Oms. For God's sake, Swan didn't understand this sight!!" swan suddenly.

Hearing Swan's scream and the bell sign in the middle of class, Theo stopped kissing Bryna's cheek and put the girl to stand again beside Swan. 

"Swan, your papa will explain. Now go in the class, with Bryna. There."