
That's exactly what Nayaka is saying. Kyomi's face is unsightly, even the boy is reluctant to be with her. Just now we're spinning behind Reyhan.
"Come, Papa between schools" Nayaka said, extending a hand.
"No way!" reject it. "Kyomi is just like Grandpa Reyhan."
"Kyomi wants to get in the car?"
Kyomi turns her face, then runs towards Reyhan's black sedan. The driver opened the door, and let the first granddaughter in the Handoko and Albert family come inside.
"Let's just go in between," Reyhan said.
Nayaka nodded, letting Reyhan pass through her. Just this time Kyomi got out of her hand. Perhaps also because Nayaka spent more time with Delilah than his own children. Kyomi is currently with Reyhan and Anna.
"We leave the office together" said Delilah.
"You saw your son sulking." Nayaka looked at his future wife.
"Later we'll persuade him."
Delilah said it as if it was common. However, for Nayaka who never wanted to see Kyomi's face pout, it was a big deal.
"We have to spend a lot of time with him. I don't want Kyomi to bother me that I'm a favorit."
"Why is that even said? We're his parents, right?" Delilah felt an oddity in Nayaka's speech.
"Kan, you yourself just came into our lives. Try to be with Kyomi all day. Don't keep on with me."
Delilah was stunned to hear it. "We'll be with him today. Nevermind, Brother. We better get to the office. We're going to the boutique soon."
Nayaka clicked his tongue. Delilah said she would have a simple wedding. However, it was simple for Delilah, but luxurious for Nayaka. He might have nothing to do with marrying that girl.
Both went to the office. Nayaka still left on his motorcycle, although Delilah several times offered a car for him to use.
Gossip in the office alone has made the heat of Nayaka's ears, let alone one car with a lover, who doubles as a superior. It will be the hottest topic in the office. On social media, images of Nayaka, Delilah and Kiano are scattered. Here the victim is still him. I don't know until when this will pass. Nayaka was tired of it.
In the office, Nayaka still shows his professional side. Working as usual because tomorrow, the exhibition will be held in a five-star hotel. Delilah's hand-made jewelry will be displayed there.
"Mary, you checked all the preparations at the hotel, right?" Nayaka checked the files one by one. "Sofi, Rachel's model is ready, right?"
"Beres," said the two.
"Rachel is holding a clean gel right now." Sofi shows a video of Rachel taken by another colleague to Nayaka.
"Later in the afternoon I'll be there. This is our team coming or what?"
"Our team still has to come. Kan, we're marketing, loh. You jumped in directly offering?" said Mary.
"It's like SPG alone" continued Sofi.
"The one who came was not a random person either." Mary compiled a list of special invited guests who will attend this event.
"Don't argue anymore. The one offering the jewelry is not just the three of us. There are six others. We are watching, but if we can make goods, we can get a commission" said Nayaka. "Remember, we're not managers. Still the stage of ordinary employees who are in the marketing division.
"Why did you even say the truth, even though we were friends with the future husband of Delilah," continued Mary.
Nayaka shakes. "You guys. Never mind, it's lunch time. I have to pick up my daughter."
The three split up, Nayaka immediately walked out of the office, following Delilah and Kyomi who might have been in the boutique. Delilah was out an hour ago to pick up her daughter. While Kyomi is not close, Delilah will be the driver who picks up her daughter.
About forty-five minutes, Nayaka arrived at the boutique she was referring to. Same place when Delilah ordered the clothes.
"Came at last. You're late." Delilah immediately took Nayaka by the hand, taking her to sit beside Kyomi.
"Still angry?" Nayaka holds her daughter.
"Where are you going?"
"Papa just love Kyomi, right?"
"Dear Mama too."
"But more Kyomi, right?"
Nayaka laughs. "certainly. Anyway more Kyomi."
"Sir, measure the clothes first. Kyomi was done," Delilah said.
"That's a shame, dong. Papa doesn't see Kyomi wearing a kebaya."
Kyomi smiles. "But he's already photographed."
"Call Mama, honey," persuaded Nayaka.
"So Mama took a picture of Kyomi" he said.
Delilah's face was beaming at hearing it. Despite being forced, Kyomi still wants to call her "Mama".
"Kyomi sat here first, Papa wants to measure clothes first."
Nayaka lures Kyomi not to wander around the boutique room, and Delilah asks one of the employees there to watch her daughter as she accompanies Nayaka to measure clothes.
Tired of playing games on Nayaka's phone, Kyomi moves on from her seat. He looked at the clothes on display, stroking with his tiny hands.
Kyomi's steps led her to the entrance made of thick glass. Looking at the traffic on the highway until his eyes were fixed on the waving figure. His hand grabbed the iron handle, he wanted to go out to make sure the shape of the man out there.
"Sir, don't go out" reprimanded the female employee who was given the task of looking after Kyomi.
"Only in front of here" he said. Kyomi came out, then waved her hand as well.
The employee, who did not want to look for trouble, quickly pulled Kyomi in, and the waving man got in the car.
"Please!" said struggling. "Kyomi is going there."
"No, someone's gonna kidnap."
"No, he's not a kidnapper."
Delilah who heard the commotion outside the other side of the room, quickly left Nayaka. Cell phones and bags lay on the sofa, and Kyomi cried at the hands of a boutique employee.
"What did you do to my daughter?" Delilah quickly grabbed Kyomi. "You made her cry."
"Sorry, Mom. His son was out of the boutique. There was a man waving at Mom's son."
Delilah was surprised by that. "Is there a kidnapper?" she hugged Kyomi.
"I don't know, Mom. But someone invited Kyomi to come with him."
"What's wrong?" nayaka Tegur.
"Father!" Kyomi takes off Delilah's embrace, then runs towards Nayaka.
"Sister, someone's been stalking Kyomi. Someone wants to kidnap our son" Delilah said.
"What are you talking about, Del. Kyomi who's got to be kidnapped."
"Just ask this child. Fortunately, he quickly brought Kyomi in. I need to find a guard to look after him. Let's go home first" said Delilah.
Nayaka raised his hand so that Delilah would not panic. "Be quiet." Then, switch by looking at Kyomi. Nayaka lowered the body, equaling his height with that of the child. "Who did Kyomi see?" Nayaka asked in French.
Kyomi replied in the same language, "Grandfather Omar."
Seriate