I saw how Naya appreciated it too. She is like a little kid who just entered Disneyland for the first time with how her eyes were shining.
We then headed to our cottage when Naya stopped. She appeared at one of the young staff. After a while, the young woman ran at her and hugged her while crying.
It was when she hugged Naya that I realized that she was the young mom crying from one of the villages we visited.
Naya looked joyful as she stared at the young mom. I remembered that she had her children scholar under her personal expenses.
I felt proud of my girlfriend.
We then entered our cottage, and I was in awe again to see how elegant it was from the inside.
It was a combination of a modern white and glass house with wood accents.
"Uncle Awang, it was beautiful," I admired.
"Thank you, it was the design of my architect son," he proudly answered.
We slacked on the wooden sofa as we continued to admire the place.
