Despite his suspicions and misgivings, Abhimanyu was forced to appear calmer, eating breakfast with his wife and children.
Pramudya Antaguna and Abhimanyu, also Sri Asih discussed not many things at breakfast, only small things that were just politeness.
After breakfast, Pramudya asked several maids to escort Abhimanyu, Sri Asih, and their children to a room that had been prepared for them.
"Mom, I'm tired," said the youngest, who was seven years old, to Sri Asih.
Sri Asih smiled, hugged her son lovingly, and rubbed his head.
"If you're still tired, just get some rest."
The little guy nodded. "I want to sleep again. Can I?"
"Of course, honey," Sri Asih stroked her youngest child's cheek gently.
The little one looks happy as he runs towards the big bed, and jumps up just like that as if the big and soft bed is his throne.
While his older sister chose to sit relaxed on one of the sofas in the large and luxurious room.
