"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.
"Co on in," Aaron said turning to Devan who was standing next to him.
"Sir, the gift," said Hendra suddenly reminded.
"Ah yes, leave it to ," said Devan grabbing a large box in the hands of his driver.
"Let help you," Aaron said snatching the box from Devan's hands.
"Ah yes, thank you," replied Devan and walked into the room, while Aaron followed behind him.
Imdiately joining the living room which was part of the room, Devan sat right next to Claire.
"This is for you, honey," Devan said as he handed Anna a bouquet of roses.
"And this is for Dave, a gift from Grandma," he added, taking the box in Aroon's hand and placing it right in front of his son.
"Thank you, you guys shouldn't have to do this," Claire said.
While Grandma, the old woman looked at her grandson without blinking a bit, a smile on her lips, she had never thought of all this before.
"May I carry him?" Grandma said.
"Dave," Devan called.
"What's the matter, dad?"
"She is your Grandmother, so there is no need to be afraid and worried. He's not a stranger," Devan told his son.
"Is that true? Mom, is that true?" Dave asked looking at his mother.
Receiving such a question, with a bit of hesitation Claire nodded in agreent, "Yes, dear," she said.
Dave slowly drew closer to the old woman until finally, he sat on her lap.
Instantly Grandma hugged the little boy tightly.
"I'm sorry, I just saw you, honey," Grandma said, but only for a few minutes, she turned to look at Claire.
"So then, that ti, who was the man you were with?" asked the old woman.
Claire glanced at Devan for a mont before answering. "He's just my friend, Grandma. His na is Nicho, all this ti, before I t Devan, he always helped and Dave."
"Is that true? Then where is he now?" Grandma asked again.
"I don't know, Grandma. I lost contact with him, so I never got in touch with him again," Claire said with a sigh of breath.
"Oh, I see. To be honest, I never thought that the woman who helped at that ti was my daughter-in-law, hehehe," said Grandma.
"We're not married, Grandma," said Claire sheepishly.
"Marriage is not a benchmark for , you have given birth to my grandson, so you can't help but beco my daughter-in-law, right Devan?"
Hearing that, Devan nodded while pointing his thumb at Grandma.
"Ah yes, how was your trip?" Grandma asked looking back at Claire, after she took a closer look, Claire looked very beautiful and appeared more natural. Very different from Byanca who always looks glamorous.
'Devan didn't choose a woman wrong,' she thought, very pleased. Besides being beautiful, Claire is also very polite and looks very simple.
"Okay, Grandma. All the way, I was just sleeping," Dave chid in now, and that made Grandma feel happy for the boy.
They then talk and interact with each other. Grandma doesn't seem to want to go far and let go of her grandson.
After that, Devan and Aaron talked elsewhere, both of whom discussed sothing very sensitive regarding his imminent wedding. To so point, Aaron looked disapproving, but Devan managed to convince the man.
Until nightfall, Devan and Grandma said goodbye to go ho. Since that day, Grandma often sneaks out just to visit the hotel where Claire and Dave are until the wedding day arrives.
FLASHBACK OFF
After talking to Claire on the phone, Devan imdiately got ready. Honestly, this ti his heart was beating a little faster than usual days.
The event will be held in the ballroom of Hotel X.
A few monts passed, the guests began to arrive. Just by looking at the suits they were wearing, everyone could judge that they were all from the upper classes.
Not only that, but several journalists from various dia were also present to cover the big event.
Room decorations that look glamorous and elegant at the sa ti manage to amaze the guests. Lamps, flowers, and crystal decorations seem to hang from the ceiling.
A big screen is next to the altar and shows a video docuntary about Devan and Byanca, occasionally showing photos of the two looking very happy. And it was enough to entertain the guests while waiting for the bride and groom.
"Where's Mama?" Seira asked Serly who had just co with lvin and Leo.
"Eh? Hasn't she co yet? I thought it was only the three of us who were a little late," replied Serly.
"I checked her room, she wasn't there earlier," said Seira again.
"Maybe Grandma is doing sothing Auntie," Leo joined in.
"What's she doing on a big day like this?" Seira took a deep breath.
"Just you wait, honey. She will co," said Mr. Atmadja trying to calm his wife down.
"The guests have arrived, we should say hello to them," he added.
"Hmm, okay," replied Seira following her husband's words.
After the departure of Mrs. Seira and Mr. Atmadja. Serly and lvin joined in, but only for a few seconds, and the person he had been waiting for finally ca.
"Honey, I want to introduce you to a friend I said yesterday," said lvin.
"Eh? Has he co?"
"Yes, Dear."
"Okay, take to et him," said Mrs. Serly, turning to Leo who was standing not far from her. Her son seed to be talking to soone.
Leo followed behind his parents, took a leisurely step. Dressed in a navy tuxedo, he looked a little different and more handso than his usual day.
However, his steps suddenly stopped when his eyes caught a girl he missed so much.
"Naila?" he said then quickened his pace, ahead of his parents, and imdiately approached the girl.
"Leo, what happened?" Serly imdiately followed his son.
The man continued to quicken his pace, ignoring his mother's question, his heart beating fast, he never expected to et the girl at his cousin's wedding.
"lvin, what's wrong with him?" Serly asked her husband.
"I don't know, honey," the man replied, trying to match his son's footsteps.
"Naila…" Leo shouted when only a few steps were left between them.
Hearing her na being called, the girl turned her head, and at the sa ti a sturdy shoulder wrapped around her tiny body.
Startled? Of course.
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