At home, Raymond is still often silent pensive since his father was buried. He didn't even have the appetite to eat or drink. usually, when he was feeling down he would drink champagne or some other alcoholic drink, but this time nothing could make him forget the kidnapping and death of his father before he had the chance to cuddle a grandson with him.
Raymond was standing on the balcony of his front porch, staring at the orange sunset sky. A glimpse of the time he often spent every afternoon chatting with his father after coming home from work, brought tears to his eyes. He lost his only parent who was always with him after his mother died. Yes, because after his mother died, he lived alone with his father because Bryana moved to Jakarta.
Monica who was in the room looked at the door to the balcony, finding Raymond again contemplating. She took a deep breath and walked over to her husband.
"Honey," Monica called.
