"Well my brother, Guntur Aji," said King Daryaseta, trying to look familiar. "Let's get straight to the point of all this—"
Dwi Ara touched her husband's hand. "Not now, my husband," she said. "Look at them!"
Well, the children looked so happy because they could have breakfast with their friends. Of course, King Daryaseta understood what his wife was trying to convey through her gaze toward the children.
While Amira was still smiling looking at Daryaseta from time to time, Guntur Aji felt that what Dwi Ara was doing was a form of the woman's dislike for him.
This made the King of Uttara a little worried about his desire to match his daughter with Dwi Ara's son would fail.
Daryaseta smiled looking at his wife while gently patting her hand that was touching his thigh.
"Very well, honey," he whispered, and then returned to Guntur Aji. "I thought it might be best if we talked about this while relaxing in the backyard, brother."
