Second Marriage: My Strongest Bodyguard

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One week passed...

Another moment, Bryana sat pensively on a chair on the front porch of her house. It had almost become a habit of her since Dean left without any news at all. The pregnant woman touched her belly which was already getting heavier, she even objected to just going up the stairs to the room.

'Dean, why don't you come back? Don't you miss me, the kids, and our future child? usually, you always kiss it, watch it, touch it just to feel movement.' Bryana said to herself, in the image of Dean always giving her French Kiss every morning, kissing and stroking her belly, helping her take care of the kids who are going to school, all of that is very embedded in her memory, making the feeling of longing that feels so heart-wrenching.

'Where are you, what are you doing and what are you doing out there that you don't come back soon? Is your love for me too small that you are more concerned with your feelings with the past than me who is real as your future, even pregnant with your child? how long will you be like this, how long should I wait?'

Tears just dripped, pouring down her smooth cheeks and without being touched by make-up but still really charming. The pregnant woman could not contain her sadness and longing for her husband.

"Bryana."

Bryana turned to look at someone who called her. "Monica."

"You should walk barefoot in the morning, instead of sitting here lazing around," exclaimed Monica, who looked like she hadn't showered yet because she was still wearing her red pajama overalls with open arms and pinning her hair upwards.

"I'll do tomorrow... now I don't want to walk," Bryana said in a sad tone.

Monica sighed, glancing at Bryana who was getting more and more upset even though sometimes she could still be excited for the health of the baby in her belly. "Bryana, don't make it difficult for yourself to keep thinking about it. He would come back when he felt better. Maybe he's out there enjoying the freedom, so you should be too."

"I'm not free, Monica!"

"Okay then, after showering and having breakfast, we'll go shopping at the mall. buy baby's needs or shop for other clothes," said Monica who didn't want Bryana to be sad.

"But I want to stop by Dean's old house, who knows he's there," said Bryana.

"But don't cry if he's not there," Monica exclaimed.

Bryana sighed then stood up and said, "I don't promise."

Bryana took off her shoes and started walking towards the yard to the park and Monica followed her with compassion for the pregnant woman who was missing her husband.

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Elsewhere in Mike's apartment, Dean sat quietly on the terrace, breathing in the fresh morning air. The man was only shirtless and wore Mike's shorts which were a bit too small for him. Sometimes he smiled at the kids playing near the rented house, it reminded him of Calvin and Sofia who liked to play in the garden beside the house when they were not busy with school matters.

'They must be playing because it's the weekend, or maybe they're still sleeping. and Jill ... What is he doing now?' Dean remembered that on weekends, he always woke up late because he had lovemaking with Bryana and continued when he woke up, bathing in warm water together, enjoying the wildness that tempted faith. ah, he even missed his wife's red lips which had not been touched by hers for more than a week.

"Blair!" Someone tapped Dean's shoulder.

Dean snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at the man. "Mike."

"Why are you smiling to yourself, holding your lips. are you missing someone or imagining kissing a beautiful woman?" Mike asked as he walked over to the chair directly across from the table and sat down. "It's still too early to be daydreaming!"

Dean just smiled and looked at Mike who he would also fight to marry his pregnant girlfriend. He remembered that Bryana was currently pregnant. He imagined his wife's body would get fatter in the belly, and made him excited.

"Gosh, looks like your delusion is continuing!" Mike looked surprised at Dean who smiled at him.

"Can I borrow your phone?" asked Dean.

"What for?" Mike asked back with a frown.

"Stalking," said Dean.

Mike smiled amused and immediately took out his smartphone which was located in the pocket of his black shorts. He had a little trouble picking up the phone because his left hand was still sore. "Do you think you will continue stalking? Who do you think you are?"

Dean didn't respond, he just grabbed the phone from Mike's hand. He immediately hit the Instagram app and typed in Bryana's name. A smile grew on his lips when he saw the icon on his wife's account was a wedding photo with him. Instantly a passionate longing swept through his heart, wanting to immediately meet his wife but...

'But I still hate the chaotic atmosphere there, the tight security, and I'm afraid I'll end up reflecting on Clarissa again and I'll hurt Bryana's heart. She's very jealous, even if it's just a shadow of the past,' he thought angrily.

Dean saw some of Bryana's last posts showing pictures of ultrasound results from her pregnancy. 'Hopefully, our baby will not be affected by this situation. I will make up my mind to return when our baby will be born," he thought with a tinge of sadness on his face.

"Blair!" Call Mike who doesn't know Dean's real identity.

"I have to practice now. at least practice a little before the competition tonight," said Dean then put Mike's smartphone on the table beside him. He got up and walked into the house to immediately take Niko to the training ground.

Mike was silent staring at Dean's strange attitude which had been flowery, now it looked sad and seemed to be holding something back. He also reached for his smartphone on the table and saw that the screen of the sophisticated object was still on the Instagram application and Bryana's account.

"Who is she? her picture with Blair and… She's so beautiful, all of them look luxurious." Mike stared at Bryana's many posts until he could see a portrait of Dean in a tuxedo with Bryana in a white wedding dress.

"Jesus, Blair is a rich man and has a very beautiful wife. Then why does he even want to live here?" Mike looked surprised and immediately got up from the chair. He walked into the house until he stopped in the kitchen, saw Dean and Niko having breakfast at the dining table.

"Blair, who exactly are you? I mean... Why are you here and living this hard life with us when you have everything, even your wife is so beautiful." Mike asked as he placed his smartphone on the dining table as if showing Dean and Bryana's wedding photo.

Dean sighed, then continued eating egg-fried rice cooking by Niko.

Niko, who was curious, grabbed the phone and saw a photo of Dean and Bryana. "Your name isn't Blair here, it's Dean Jackson."

Mike looked at silent Dean. "Honestly, what's wrong with you? why did you leave your family, change your name, and... I wouldn't leave such a beautiful wife if I were you."

"Things aren't as perfect as you think," Dean finally said. he couldn't hide who he was anymore, because it was unethical to lie to those two boys over and over.. After all, they were so good to him.