Destiny Love Rianti

33. About London

Still in the airport, our family walked the group with a happy hue on each other's faces. My admiration never stopped coming out of my mouth. How not, the airport is very spacious and luxurious, with glass walls that can look out of the building. Also with complete facilities contained in this airport. It really amazes me.

Shamil and Shafiq ran several times along every road we walked. Singing merrily as their two hands join together.

"So cute!" It looks like some female Caucasians try to interact with them, just to pinch their small cheeks because of anxiety.

But both of them just silently did not respond, resigned only when their cheeks had to be flushed pseudo because of the pinches of affection from people they do not know.

"Ummi, what did they say?" Syamil turned to me and asked about the words of one of the female tourists.

"Oh, the aunt said that Syamil and Fatih are cute" I explained.

They simply nodded in understanding and then continued onward.

I spread my eyes around, just looking for a cafe to fill the stomach that had been rumbling earlier. Until my eyes are fixed on one cafe that is quite interesting when viewed from the interior design. The perfectionist't cafe, the name is plastered on the entrance of the cafe.

"Mas, we go there first yuk. I'm hungry, "I talked to Hafizh while writhing spoiled on his shoulder.

"Good darling. I'm hungry too" he agreed. Then give command to others to follow suit.

Entering the cafe area which is quite a lot of customers. Me and the group chose to sit in the corner of the cafe, so as not to be too disturbed by the many people passing by to order food.

The service system here is quite popular, namely ordering and paying directly to the cashier. After that, the customer just waits by bringing a round-shaped tool that is used as an alarm if the food is ready at the cashier table.

Mas Hafizh sat back down after standing long enough in the cashier queue to order a stomach-clenching dish that had given its flagship code.

He sat right next to me. Picking up his phone and sculpting himself with his hands busy fiddling with the flat object.

Every now and then I glanced at his phone, wanting to see if it was what kept my beloved man busy. Because it is not the type of Hafizh mas, if he is gathering family he plays a mobile phone. However, he dodged it, and hid the screen of his phone from being seen by me.

"Kok, hidden Mas? Tumben really," I said full of suspicion.

"It's okay, baby." He put his phone back in his pants pocket.

"Borrow your cell phone!"

"Hmmm, uh the device sounds dear. Oh, yeah, I'll take orders first. Dah laper really," said Mas Hafizh diverted our conversation. Makes me have a big suspicion of him.

He then stood up and left without giving me his phone. My forehead shrinks, I don't know what Hafizh's hiding. There's no way he's having an affair, right? I immediately dismissed those bad thoughts. And not thinking about it anymore.

A few minutes later Mas Hafizh came along with Mbak Brenda who had accompanied him. In their hands, they saw some of the menus we had ordered. There are various kinds of children's order burgers, ice cream caramel, chocolate, vanilla with different toppings, milkshake peanut butter, chocolate and pizza margeritha mushroom, and coffee latte with different flavor variants.

Mas Hafizh immediately served the menus on the table. And a moment later everything was washed away in his concern to eat the delicious food. Several times I gave a code to my husband for the unfinished thing earlier, but he always replied by feeding a few scoops of caramel ice cream that feels refreshing throat.

Only once did Mas Hafizh look busy with his phone. Currently there is no longer anything suspicious about his movements. I don't know, I wanted to ask him about it right away, but just change it when we get to where we're staying. It is not good if you have to fight in front of a lot of people. Especially in front of the kids.

***

Two Caucasian men waved to Hafizh. With a white paper that says Mr. Jonathan was in the grasp of one of the men. What I thought were the people that Hafizh paid to pick us up.

Mas Hafizh returned the wave of their hands and approached him.

"Hello Mr's. Jonathan, How are you?" Greet men with a fairly adult age from the age of Brenda. Beside him also stood a man with an age that I estimate is not much different from the Hafizh mas.

"I'm good uncle." Mas Hafizh embraced the middle-aged man with love. Likewise with Mr. Brenda, immediately approached and saluted the man.

"Mr. and Mrs. Prasetya, I'm glad to see you guys again," (master and mistress Prasetya, I'm glad to see you guys again). Then with a polite gesture to my husband and sister-in-law.

"We are also happy to see you again uncle Freddy!" (we're also happy to see you again uncle Freddy). Reply elegant Brenda mbak with a pretty charming smile.

They greeted each other for a long time, until finally Mas Hafizh pulled me a little closer.

"Honey. This is Uncle Fraddy and his son Aland. He's a confidant of my father, who runs my father's estate in London." I was quite surprised by Hafizh's words. Apparently he also has a family in the city which is a financial center in the world along with New York.

"Hello Mr's. Freddie. My name is Rianti" I introduced myself.

"Hello Mrs's. Riant. Don't call me master, just call me uncle Freddy," (hallo mistress Rianti. Don't call me master, just call me uncle Freddy). Reply with a friendly smile.

"Alright uncle." (Okay Uncle)

"Your wife is very beautiful, Mr. Jonathan," (your wife is very beautiful Mr. Jonathan), he said to Mas Hafizh by raising his thumb.

Mas Hafizh smiled then embraced me lovingly. "She is not only pretty uncle. But she is also the best wife I have." (She's not only a pretty uncle, but she's also the best wife I have).

The words of Mas Hafizh managed to make me blush shy and happy. Along with the kiss on the head that increasingly gives an awkward effect on me. For he praised me and kissed me in front of the children and people I had just met.

"Ih Abi, why kiss ummi in front of a lot of people anyway. I'm ashamed," said Syamil, with pursed lips. Suddenly everyone laughed amusedly at the innocence of my second child.

Mas Hafizh immediately hugged and kissed her tiny cheeks. And introduced him to Freddy's uncle and Aland.

He also introduced one by one our other families.

***

We are already in the car. Sitting sweetly with uncle Freddy who drives a car quite painstakingly. Sometimes he overtakes several vehicles in front of him. As if I'm used to it.

I chose to look out the window. Enjoyed every sight we went through on our way home.

London, a city famous for its Big Ben icon. It is a large bell in the middle of the clock tower located north of Westminster Palace, London, United Kingdom. But the name is often used to refer to the clock tower as a whole. Officially named Elizabeth Tower, it coincides with the 60th anniversary of the reign of Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain and the Commonwealth.

The clock is so large that it was once the largest four-faced clock tower. But over time this record was finally held by the Alley Bradley clock tower in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He has reached the age of 150 years.

The clock and bell of Big Ben were designed by Augustus Pugin. The clock is placed on an iron frame measuring 7 meters (23 feet), supported by 312 pieces of opal glass, so it looks like a colored window. The bells are coated entirely with gold. Very fancy, right?

Big Ben will be more beautiful if visited at night. Because the beauty of the light emanating from the tower brings a romantic feel to the audience. I think I want to visit him soon.

Some other London tourist attractions that must be visited are the London Eye, London tower, Piccadilly Circus, Thames river, Covent Garden, Natural History Museum, Buckingham palace, Oxford Street, and there are many more that I can't call one by one.

"Darling, are you okay?" The voice of Hafizh jerked me.

"I'm good, baby. I'm just washing my eyes with this beautiful view of the city."

"Do you like it?" Mas Hafizh approached and hugged my waist.

"I like Mas. I really like it." I smiled at her, still holding baby Zee.

"Later after the wedding of Raymond and Alice, I will take you and the children to visit the city's famous tourist attractions. How, you want to?" Cecar mas Hafizh's.

"really? I want a mas," I said enthusiastically.

Mas Hafizh just smiled and took over baby Zee in my arms. Then pat her on the shoulder for me to lean on her shoulder. And finally I took off the fatigue on his shoulder after so many hours my body has not felt the tenderness of the bed. Haaah, it feels so comfortable!

Uncle Freddy just looked at us from the big rearview with a look of joy. As well as continue to spur luxury cars to break the crowd of London.

***

The roar of the car increasingly swallowed when entering the gate of one of the houses which is quite luxurious with its classic design that is thick with the peculiarities of European countries. The building is made of a stone arrangement that is combined with cement, and given a touch of wood. While from the design of residential flat or flat or complex, which is usually the roof looks steep. Like classic European homes in general. The windows and doors are curved, and what adds to the uniqueness is the chimney that I believe in it complete with a fireplace.

"This house is very beautiful" I muttered, which I thought was heard by Mas Hafizh. My eyes did not move, still mesmerized by the beauty of the house that I would occupy for the next few weeks.

"This house is the legacy of my grandparents next to my father, baby," my husband said staring at the beautiful house in front of us.

I approached her, shaking hands on her burly arms that were still hugging baby Zee. There is a feeling of longing that is drawn from the look on his face. Maybe he is missing the owner of the house who has now moved to eternal life.

Mas Hafizh then told me about his life when he was still living in this house. About her childhood with Brenda and Kirana.

What I know now is that his grandfather is of British descent and his grandmother is from Indonesia. My father was born and married in Indonesia. He chose to live in London with his mother.

After the departure of the grandfather and grandmother and mas Hafizh who began to enter Middle School Ke. Mas Hafizh's family moved to Indonesia on the grounds that the father wanted to continue their family business in the country of his beloved mother, as well as want to take care of the elderly mother-in-law's parents.

The house is only cared for by Freddy's uncle and his wife and son Aland. Freddy's uncle was his grandfather's personal assistant. He has served in the Prasetya family since he was a teenager until now.

"Please come in, sir." (Please enter master) invite uncle Freddy with his wife who had earlier met us in the courtyard of the house.

"Okay, thank you uncle." (Good, thank you uncle).

My steps accompanied the steps of Hafizh mas who followed Aunt Caroline into the house.

"Aunty nice to see you again Mr. Jonathan."." jonathan." (Auntie is happy to see you again, Mr. Jonathan). Aunt Caroline greeted Mas Hafizh with her gentle voice.

"You look even more handsome!" (You look more handsome), he continued with a grin from his mouth.

"I was always handsome aunty," (i was always a handsome aunt). Mas Hafizh blinked a flirtatious eye at me who focused on paying attention to the contents of this classic house.

I frowned. Pay attention to every detail of Hafizh's body. Well, this man is indeed very handsome even if viewed from any side.

"Yes, yeah. You've always been handsome, my." He smiled broadly with his line of white teeth visible after my confession.

Aunt Caroline then drove us to our rooms. For a moment to lay down to the bed after a few hours can only sleep with the head leaning.

Seeing a soft mattress, I immediately dropped down with baby Zee who was quite sound asleep in my arms earlier. Following Mas Hafizh who also brought baby Qilla who was still awake in his arms. While other children prefer to follow Brenda because asked by her.

This room has been facilitated with a special small bed to sleep with my twins. Before leaving, Hafizh may have called Uncle Freddy to prepare. If you remember in this house there are no babies.

I put baby Zee slowly and then followed by baby Qilla who slowly also fell asleep with her twin sister. After that I lie down next to Hafizh mas who has already released his fatigue. Prepare to dive into the dream world with a position as comfortable as possible. But not until this self lost consciousness. Hafizh's soft hands were already coiled around my waist along with her warm kiss on my lips.

"Honey, yuk!" It was a code that Mas Hafizh wanted the warmth of my body.

"Pengen bobo," I replied pleading.

"That's the baby, baby. Please!" he begged me more.

I nodded resignedly, because without asking again mas Hafizh had started launching the action. And I'm back to enjoying every warm touch in a different country.

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