"Here, let show you, honey," Devan replied, then indicated where Anna had to unsign.
"Done," Anna said as she put the papers back into the folder.
"Erm, just put it there."
Anna nodded in agreent.
"So these three days you took care of all this?" asked Anna turning to the man.
"Why? You miss ?" Devan replied an answer that did not match the girl's question at all.
"How is Byanca doing?" asked Anna changing the subject.
"Why is she?"
"Didn't you say back then that she was sick?"
"Ah, yes. I don't know. I rarely see her," Devan replied.
"Aren't you the sa house?"
"Yes, honey. I do live under the sa roof with her, but I'm rarely ho, after all, why do you ask like that? You think I'm alone with that woman?" asked Devan.
"No, it's not like that. I was just curious," replied Anna.
While Naila, the girl felt her presence would only be a nuisance to the two people in front of her, "Then I'll go upstairs first, want to accompany Dave," Naila said as she rose from her position.
Anna suddenly turned to the source of the voice, "Okay, ah yes, don't forget to bring snacks and milk for him," said Anna.
"Okay," replied Naila and then walked away from the living room where Devan and Anna were.
Left alone, the atmosphere is silent. Devan imdiately rushed to Anna's lap, landing his head on the woman's thigh.
"I'm tired, honey, don't move much," Devan said.
"Want to massage?" offered Anna.
Devan shook his head, "No need, sleeping here is more than enough to make my tiredness go away.
"You have eaten?" she asked.
"Erm," replied Devan.
Hearing that, Anna nodded.
***
Mrs. Seira had just cleaned up her son's house, made food for Devan as well as Byanca.
Since her arrival this morning, the house has been empty.
She had tried to call Byanca but the woman's number was off, and neither was Devan. Just a short ssage saying that the two of them went out together because they wanted to take care of sothing.
Byanca also wrote in the ssage so that Mrs. Seira would not have to worry because she would only et a friend who happened to be visiting Indonesia.
Even so, that didn't make Seira's worries lessen one bit.
"Where did you guys go? It's almost night, and you guys haven't co ho yet," Mrs. Seira muttered. The middle-aged woman tried to contact Byanca again to ask her whereabouts.
The sound of a connected knock was finally heard, making Seira imdiately get up from her position, which was sitting on the sofa in the living room at Devan's house.
"Co on, pick up the phone, honey," Seira muttered, a worried expression visible on her face.
Until the connected tap is gone, Byanca doesn't pick up the call either.
Seira tried one more ti.
"Hello."
As Byanca's voice was heard from the other side, Seira breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hi, dear."
"Why is your number only active?" Seira asked.
"Oh Mama, sorry, the connection here is a little bad," replied Byanca.
"Where are you now? And with whom?" Seira asked again.
"I'm outside Ma, with friends. Why?"
"How are you feeling now, honey? Are you still dizzy?"
"Only once in a while Mom, but don't worry. I'm fine."
"Next ti don't leave the house like this, at least take soone with you, I can ask Hendra to take care of you and escort you if you want to go out."
"No need Mom, I can take care of herself. Don't worry too much about ."
Hearing the story of her future daughter-in-law, Seira just sighed roughly. "So where is Devan? You're with him right?"
"De-Devan has business in the office, Mom, I asked him to accompany earlier but he said he couldn't," replied Byanca.
"This kid… Hhhmmm," Seira sighed.
"Okay, so when are you coming ho?" ask again
"Maybe later tonight, Mom. We still want to visit sowhere," Byanca replied.
"Then call Devan when you want to go ho, don't stay outside too long, the night breeze is not good for you, honey," said Seira.
"Don't worry. Don't have to wait for either."
There was a mont of silence, "Okay, then I hangs up. Rember not to co ho too late."
"Okay, Mom."
After that, the connection is lost.
It didn't take long, the middle-aged woman called Devan again. Suddenly a rough sigh was heard when she found out that her son's number was still unreachable.
"What's going on with you two?"
"Your wedding day is getting closer, but why do I feel your relationship is getting tenuous," Mrs. Seira muttered back to land on the sofa, she felt that Devan and Byanca were hiding sothing from her. She didn't know, she just felt that way. Not only that, because she felt alien to her son the Devan she had known so far was completely different from the Devan she always t.
"Hmm, I guess I'll have to figure it out myself," she mumbled again then focused back on his phone screen.
Stayed in that position for several tens of minutes, occasionally seen calling soone.
Until the orange light that spreads across the western horizon slowly disappeared and was replaced by the darkness of the night, the middle-aged woman had not moved from her position.
Looking at the ti on her cellphone, it was already 06:30 minutes. Seira wanted to leave, but before that, she tried one more ti to contact her son.
And this ti, the number was active, making her look impatient.
"Hello," a voice said from the other side.
"Where are you now?" Seira asked without small talk.
"What's wrong Mom?"
"Byanca isn't ho yet, I am worried about her."
"Leave it alone, Ma. She's not a child anymore, don't be too restrained like that," said Devan.
"You should pay more attention to your future wife Devan, she has been out since this morning and hasn't been ho until now, what if sothing happened to her? Her health is very sensitive right now, as a man, you don't seem to care about Byanca," Seira let out an uneasiness.
"If I didn't care, then I would have kicked her out of My house, Mom."
"DEVAN!"
"What else Mom? If you just want to say this, I'd better hang up the phone."
'Daddy…Daddy…'
Seira's brow furrowed when she heard the voice of a small child from across the phone.
"Who is that? Where are you now? Tell ," Seira demanded.
"Who? There's no one here, Ma."
"Don't lie to , Devan."
"Want to believe or not, it's up to you, Mama," said Devan.
"How dare you say that to ?"
"Besides, it was you suddenly contacted and imdiately beca angry like this."
Seira took a deep breath. "Rember your marriage to Byanca."
"Okay Ma, then Devan hangs up."
"Wait…"
Tut.
Devan hung up the phone before Seira even finished her sentence, making the middle-aged woman sigh harshly.
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