Bara, in a rush to bring Sandra to the unit, even collided with Sky at the door. The child was dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants. His small feet were encased in the brand-new futsal shoes that Sandra had purchased the day before.
"Boy," said Bara uneasily. Suddenly, he stiffened at his son's presence.
"Erlangga is downstairs to pick me up, Ma. We shall observe futsal, and I may even play," stated Sky without being asked first.
Sandra merely nodded. Let Sky go. Ultimately, their children must interact with their peers. Not usually restricted to the digital world.
Sky walked out without having to say goodbye to Bara. Pressed the elevator button, which opened by coincidence.
After that, Bara's dominance over Sandra was unquestionable. Sky's exit also has some benefits. He might spend the remainder of the day alone.
"San, let's relocate to our former flat or home. Our child is so small that he requires a great deal of space to explore."
Sandra laughed as she saw the expression on Bara's face when she stated the statement. Indeed, she believed Sky was a toddler who was just learning to walk. Even their apartments were smaller back in Canada than they are now. Nothing is wrong. Sky matured normally and intellectually.
"For Sky or for you?" asked Sandra with irritation. She lazily rolled his eyes. Surely, Bara will now speak in cliches for our benefit.
"For us."
Right. It was foreseeable. When arguing with Sandra, the man always employed a limited vocabulary. Having known and shared a bed with Bara for an extended period of time, she memorized his habits and fears.
"Simply an excuse. Sky is good, Bara. Not acceptable is you. If you do not choose to remain here, you must depart. After all, we didn't invite you here either, did we?"
Sandra's sarcasm hit Bara. He does not feel at home at the apartment that his wife currently rents. But his self-esteem is significantly more unstable. How can his money not provide for the comfort of his wife and children?
"I do not wish to argue with you, San. Why do we make such a lengthy turn? Families should live together."
There was something that caused Sandra's stomach to churn. How can Bara say such a frivolous thing? Did he forget who initiated this conflict?
"It is all right, Mr. Bara Hernandez. You just go home. I'm exhausted from serving you."
Sandra removed Bara's hand off the sofa in the living room. Show him the escape from the apartment. His intellect is heated, and he is continually warring with Bara-like selfish legs.
"No San! I will still return with you and our child. Let us pack your belongings and Sky's."
Bara stepped past Sandra just like that. Even his wife does not want him to abandon his authoritative demeanor. Let Sandra be the one to defeat him this time. The most crucial aspect is that his family can be reunited.
"Simply avoid crossing the line. Sky won't like this."
She gave Bara a rear embrace. Prevent the man from searching Sandra's closet and stealing its stuff. She did not like to vacate the apartment she had laboriously rented. What else should Bara bring back? It was difficult for her to forget Bara's previous treatment.
"Don't be so obstinate, San. We will once again be together. Our family is again complete. Sky's life will be much happier, believe me. Do you not wish for your child to have complete parental love?"
Recently turned around. A pair of eyes with beaded irises that always captivated him accelerated his heartbeat once again. He did not need a million thoughts to convince Sandra to become his queen again.
"I regret for the past injuries I have caused. Return to marry me, San. The love that once flourished in our hearts is reborn. They should not have to wait long for us to water."
***
Meanwhile, in the yard of the Mada family Arsoni descended with a grin on his face. Even without hesitation, he whistled. After handing the key to the security guard, he entered the mansion in a hurry.
Brisia stood on the terrace with her typical allure. The woman, who is still attractive after half a century, stood at the front to greet her child.
"You appear cheerful," Brisia replied to Arsoni.
Those who were corrected did not respond immediately. He seized his mother's hand and passionately kissed it. His big grin never left his lips.
"What is it?" Brisia said angrily.
Knowing Arsoni's personality since childhood caused him to be curious. Although he was not a rigorous individual, his kid rarely grinned to himself or whistled in this manner. Clearly, the young man had just experienced something magnificent.
"Mom, we better go in. I'm only thrilled to meet Mama again," stated Arsoni lied.
Brisia chose to believe her son's assertions. She hurried to bring Arsoni into the house. Already present were relatives of her husband. Program This event was planned to commemorate Grandpa Arsoni's 79th birthday.
The grandfather with nine grandchildren preferred a simple celebration. Simply invite your children, son-in-law, and grandchildren.
Ultimately, gathering Then and only then did the candle-blowing and cake-cutting ceremony occur. Then, they exchange gifts and eat together.
The event was extremely enjoyable. They barbecue meat and sausages in the backyard of the primary residence. Anggono Mada's heart was filled with gratitude as he observed his family members coexisting so harmoniously.
Grandpa Anggono Mada asked his first grandchild, "Arsoni, are you staying?"
"Yes, there is cake. I am delighted to accompany Grandpa," said Arsoni in good faith. He's not bragging. He considered paying more attention to his grandfather's condition as he aged. He is the sole surviving parent of his mother and father.
"Ah, you are a proud grandson," Anggono exclaimed with a chuckle.
Anggono continued speaking with, "By the way..." Continued: "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Both of Arsoni's parents turned their heads in response. Brisia and her husband were aware of Arsoni's love destiny, which had been manipulated by his uncle. After that point, the child's mooring is unknown.
"Not yet, Grandpa," replied Arsoni truthfully.
Grandpa Anggono nodded in understanding. Obviously, it is difficult to build a relationship with him so long as she is so obsessed with him.
"However, I have a girlfriend," continued Arsoni.
Grandfather was very enthused. He even retracted the words he was going to utter. For the sake of hearing his grandson's words just now.
"Oh absolutely. Why have you not yet made it official?" His grandfather questioned.
"Oh, I'm so terrified of rejection! Grandpa wishes the best for my love story."
Arsoni's lips produced a discordant laughter. He did not even notice that his parents were observing him with curiosity. Especially Brisia.
"You should inform Grandpa about it. Grandpa can determine whether or not he likes you."
Arsoni was delighted to learn this. Even his body was angled toward Anggono.
"Really?"
Angono only nodded slowly. He intended to present one of his closest friends' grandson. However, there is no issue if Arsoni already possesses a mooring heart. At least, there is no assurance that the woman will accept his granddaughter's affection.
"What is her name, Arsoni? Never told your mother?" Brisia was also inquisitive.
"Mommy is competent."
The response from Arsoni caused Brisia's heart to race. Do not tell me that her name is Sandra.
***