SUPPOSE THAT...

TRY TO UNDERSTAND

By morning around 7 Hertoni was ready in a grey suit and white shirt with a black tie. The age of 85 years is not necessarily making his way bent and got the help of a stick.

He still looks dashing and authoritative as President Director and Owner of the Sanjaya Family Business Network that has been built since his Grandfather's generation.

He who had been desperate because he did not have a son, and was very disappointed to the point of heartache because of his daughter's failed household, and, now has high hopes for his only grandson to continue his Business Government.

"Did Dave register at the University ?" hertoni asked Erika his wife who was walking beside him.

"It." Answer."A few days ago she had already registered there with Angela." the 80-year-old woman with her hair painted in blonde and cut short said.

Hertoni snorted in annoyance while loosening the collar of his shirt.

"Have it.Don't be angry..." She held her husband's arm and rubbed his chest with her other hand. "Don't you also promise Dave will grant whatever he wants if he manages to pass INSEAD with cumlaude...??" Wife reminded.

Hertoni was still speechless with the wrinkles on his face that were increasingly evident on his old face.

They walk hand in hand in their spacious house with white marble floors with modern Contemporary style interior that makes the impression of a clean house with not too much decoration in it.

"I said yes because I was so happy to see him graduate at the age of 19 with cumlaude predicate." Hertoni tried to deny.

"Don't tell me you're kesleo tongue." Erika laughed while patting her husband on the shoulder.

The man who had become Grandfather was only speechless with a frown. His wife was right, at that time he agreed because he was carried away by a happy atmosphere and had to see his beloved Granddaughter again make him proud of his success.

"Dave always obeys you, why don't you ever obey him...?" His wife said again.

Hertoni's face turned stiff. "...You remember what that jerk did to our daughter...??" Hertoni stopped his steps and looked at the face of the woman who had always been faithful beside him.

"He's still Dave's father, honey..." Erika said with a tone of emphasis.

Hertoni threw away his face, remembering that there was blood in Dave, upsetting him.

"Do you think I'm not hurt by Andreas' actions on our daughter..??" His wife said again.

Hertoni was still speechless with his deeply wrinkled forehead.

"I gave birth to Eva, obviously I'm more hurt by Andreas' actions on our daughter...!" The face of the 80-year-old woman was flushed, on the claps of her own chest. "Even after so many years, our daughter is still down and does not want to go home..." Erika lowered her head, covering her mouth and nose with her hands.

He was trying to contain all his sadness when talking about the Princess he so longed for. "But Dave.." The woman's voice choked because she was joined by her own sobs. " Dave doesn't know anything.he just wants to be close to his real father..." Erika covered her tear-filled face with both hands.

Hertoni's old face immediately felt sad to see his bowed wife sad and crying for her. "...I'm sorry.." he finally said. In the embrace of Erika's body so as not to cry anymore. "You're right...Dave doesn't know anything, he just wants to be close to his dad..." Hertoni repeated his wife's words.

In the arms of her Husband, then in her eyes look at his face with both eyes that are still watery. "Please don't be so hard on Dave." he said begging. "Dave has given us a lot of happiness, he has always made you proud. Go back and forth as he wishes..." The woman who has been in her body for more than half a century said.

Hertoni smiled faintly as she gently rubbed his wife's wrinkled cheeks moist by tears. He took a long breath. "...I'll try not to be too hard on him." Hertoni said slowly.

"...And..for this time.." he said doubtfully. He saw his wife's face. "...I'll let him go to college there" he said, looking to the side, avoiding his wife's eyes.

"Darling..." The 80-year-old granny smiled.he was glad that her old-fashioned husband was finally willing to understand.

They again walked in tandem with Erika who was holding her husband's arm while occasionally they looked at each other and smiled.

It feels like nothing that can rival happiness can continue to coexist until such an old age with loved ones.

"Dave would be so happy if you'd like to say hello to him." Erika again said as they reached the Dining Room next to the Kitchen.

Hertoni pretended not to hear and immediately sat down on the dining chair, even before a Servant helped him pull the chair.

Two female servants walked from the direction of the Kitchen with trays containing food that was then placed with other foods that were already on the dining table.

While 2 other maids were busy arranging the dining table and several others were standing lined up behind the dining table, preparing to help lift the chair to make it easier for the Employer to sit down.

Hertoni inhales the fragrant aroma of several dishes that have been served on the dining table. You can see from some of the cuisine menu is still reflecting the smoke, which indicates if the cuisine has just matured and is still hot.

"...It feels like this morning's cooking menu is a little different...??" Erika said in a position she was still standing next to her husband who had been sitting.

"What is our chef that the Frenchman can finally cook sour vegetables...?" Hertoni said as he turned to his wife, before his saliva almost dripped because of the smell of sour vegetables with a few pieces of boiled corn in the sauce with a distinctive aroma of sour fruit.

"Isn't this all your favorite cuisine, dear...??" Erika as if she had just realized after that she had thought hard about what was different from the various dishes that had been served on the table.

"Young Master cooked this all Madam..." One of the maidservants standing there finally said.

Erika and Hertoni's eyes were both round looking at the servant who was still down and showing such obedience.

"Early in the morning the Young Master had woken up and told Chef Louise and her Assistant to return to the room." The waiter said again while looking down respectfully. " Said Young Master, he wants to cook something for Mr and Mrs..." The waiter explained with a smile and looked down.

"The cave...My granddaughter..." Erika cupped her hands together on her chest. He immediately walked quickly to the kitchen which is located next to the dining room with a feeling of haru.

Arriving in the kitchen, he saw Dave who was still busy prying something while occasionally his sleeves he used to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

In his eyes, his favorite grandson from the doorway, Erika smiled broadly at him. Slowly he approached her.

"Grandma thought, you've thrown away your cooking hobby Dave...?" he said, making Dave surprised and looking at him.

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