"You said you wanted to et my future wife and child, right?"
"Eh? What do you an?"
"Don't tell you want to take to…"
"You'll find out later, Grandma. But you have to promise not to tell anyone until the wedding day, okay Grandma?" said Devan interrupting his grandmother's words.
"As you wish, my grandson," said Grandma, smiling happily. Knowing that she would soon et her grandson made the smile on her lips never fade, She is very happy.
"Did She know I was going to see them?" Grandma asked, again.
"Yes, Grandma. I've been telling them since last night."
"Alright, I can't wait to et them."
Hearing that, Devan just smiled faintly at his grandmother's reaction.
"Wait, it would be very unethical if I didn't bring a gift for my grandson. Devan, pull over if you see a toy store," Grandma said again.
"What do you want to do?" Devan asked again focusing on the steering wheel.
"Stupid, I want to find a gift for my grandson. Do you want to embarrass in front of them?" Grandma replied while smacking her grandson's head.
"Oh. Then, do not worry, Grandma. I've prepared a gift for your grandson," said Devan. There was no way he would take Grandma to et Anna and Dave empty-handed, so he had prepared the gift beforehand.
"Is that true? Is there a gift for your future wife too?" Grandma asked.
"I said that you don't need to worry, Grandma. I can't possibly invite you to et them empty-handed."
"Hahaha, alright, alright. Then hurry up, I don't want to waste any ti," said Grandma looking very enthusiastic.
Devan just nodded when he heard his grandmother's words.
Today's weather is neither hot nor cloudy. It was very cool, the breeze was blowing from the car window that Devan had left open. He did it on purpose to relax his neck muscles a little.
After traveling for several tens of minutes, the black Ferrari finally entered the baseman of a hotel.
"Get off, we've arrived, Grandma," said Devan as he opened the car door for his Grandma.
"Erm, okay thanks," Grandma replied as she grabbed one of her grandson's arms to help her up.
In the next second, the old woman's brow furrowed. "Where's the gift you said earlier?" Grandma asked.
Right after Granda said that a black car also entered the baseman.
"The gift just arrived, Grandma," said Devan.
"Huh? What do you an?" Asked Grandma looking a little confused. Following the direction of Devan's gaze, she found nothing but a perfectly parked black car.
At the sa ti, Hendra appeared and got out of the car. The man imdiately approached Devan.
"Sorry sir, I ca late," said Hendra.
"No problem, you brought what I asked for right?" Devan asked.
"Of course, sir."
"Alright, take the gift and follow ," said Devan giving orders.
"Okay, sir," said Hendra then turned back to the car he was driving earlier and took out a large box and flowers from there.
Seeing that, Grandma turned to Devan with a smile back on her lips.
"Tsk tsk, this boy," she muttered.
"Co on," she said again as she grabbed Devan's arm.
After a grabbing of flowers Hendra brought, Devan started to walk towards the elevator which was not far from their current position.
Coming out of the elevator right on the third floor, Grandma suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"What's the wrong Grandma? Is there any problem?" Devan asked to stop his steps.
"No, I, I'm just a little nervous," said Grandma then turned to face Hendra.
"Give the box," she added.
"No need Grandma. Let Hendra carry it," said Devan.
"But…"
"Co on, co on Grandma," Devan said and started walking again, holding Grandma's hand like a child.
They then walked again. Right in front of the room that said three hundred and seven, Devan stopped.
Turned to Grandma, "Do I look handso, Grandma?"
Hendra who was holding the box behind them almost fell when he heard Devan's question. Thought his hearing was a little problematic because all this ti Devan always seed indifferent and didn't care about people's assessnt of him. How can he say such a silly question?
"Of course, 'cause you're my grandson, honey," Grandma said.
Hearing that, Devan once again straightened the clothes he was wearing, then rang the doorbell.
As for Grandma, the look on her face looks very impatient.
After a few minutes, the door opened and revealed a man from there.
"De-Devan, who is he?" Grandma asked.
Devan who was spoken to was silent for a mont, "Mr. Aaron?"
"What's wrong? Why are you visiting so early, Mr. Devan?"
"I changed rooms with Claire last night. I'm just worried that you visited her without my knowledge," he added.
Hearing this, Devan turned to Grandma.
"She's my grandmother, Mr. Aaron. I took her to et Claire and my son," said Devan,
"Oh hello. Introduce Aaron, Aaron Smith, Claire's Uncle."
After that brief introduction, Aaron then escorted them to the room where Claire and Dave were.
Aaron rang the bell and not long after that, the bedroom door opened, revealing Claire who looked like she had just finished taking a shower.
"Hi, good morning, honey," said Devan greeting the woman.
"Devan?" said Claire in shock, never expected to et this man so early. Her eyes then shifted to the old woman who was with him.
Both, Claire and Grandma stared at each other in silence. As if rembering sothing.
"Why are you guys looking at each other like that?" suddenly a small child's voice sounded and he stood between Grandma and his Mother. He is Dave.
"Oh, Dave? You are Dave, right? Dave at the park that ti?" Grandma said enthusiastically, then crouched down to hold the little boy but failed because Dave imdiately avoided her.
"I don't recognize you, Grandma. Who are you? Mama said I shouldn't be too close to strangers," Dave replied while hugging his mother's legs.
"You two know each other? Where did you et before?" asked Devan curiously.
"I t her at the park. It's just that I forgot her na except for Dave because he looks a lot like you," said Grandma in response to her granddaughter's question.
"Is that true?"
"You'd better go in first, it's not good to chat in a place like this," Claire said.
"Hmm, okay, honey," Grandma replied with a smile, took Claire's arm, and walked in as if forgetting Devan and Aaron who were still standing at the door.
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