SUPPOSE THAT...

FAMILY

The Lamborghini Huracan EVO gray color car entered the high Gate made of a combination of wood and iron with a modern minimalist style but impressed luxury with its gold color paint.

The gate opens automatically and Dave's sports car runs straight down a paving road that splits a beautiful garden with its manicured Japanese grass and a vast pool in the shape of a waterfall mini contains Koi fish of various types.

Dave stopped his car right in front of the entrance where it was waiting for a male waiter in charge of parking his car.

"Welcome Young Master" he said as soon as Dave got out of the car.

Dave smiled and gave the keys to his car which he politely received by the male servant. He took a quick glance at the body of his luxury car that was scratched long until the door, before walking in.

The door of the house opened, 2 female servants bowed respectfully to her.

"Welcome Young Master." They spoke together as Dave walked past him.

Dave only smiled for a moment and passed, making the 2 female Servants delighted beyond measure.

Dave entered the luxury house with his marble floor and was immediately greeted by another female servant who this time looked more senior than the one before.

"The big master was waiting in his room from a few hours ago Young Master." he said while looking down politely.

"Thank you, I'll see him soon." Dave said and immediately stepped towards the stairs to the 2nd floor, leaving the female servant who was still bowing and bowing her head.

He walked down the hallway with the white wall, where right and left were photographs of generations in the family.

His steps stopped at a white-painted wooden door, he confirmed the clothes and tidied his hair, making sure if his appearance was perfect.

For a moment he gulped, closed his eyes, knocked on the door a few times and opened it.

"Grandfather..." He said to an old man in his 85s who was sitting in a black leather chair with a minimalist work desk that led directly to the door.

"Where did you Dave come from, why did you just get here..??" he asks. And even though his physique has aged with gray hair and a face filled with wrinkles, Hertoni in his collared casual clothes still looks firm with sharp eyes that lead to his grandson.

Dave walked slowly towards her and sat in the front seat facing her Grandfather, the person who had been educating and raising her since the age of 7.

Dave was still lowered even when he was sitting, making the frown on Hertoni's forehead grow.

"Where are you Dave...?" ask again.

Dave nibbled his lower lip, before he raised his face to look at his grandfather.

"...I.. stop by Dad's house, just a second.." she replied slowly.

Hertoni directly kicked the table. "Why did you meet someone who doesn't even consider you his son ?!" he snapped with bulging eyes and a crimson face.

Dave gulped, he knew his grandfather wouldn't like him meeting his Daddy. But Dave since childhood has been taught to be obedient and honest about anything to the 85-year-old man.

"For years he ignored you !" Hertoni still looks so angry. " When you were sick, when you were living in Paris, did she ever come to see you ??!" Hertoni's breathing goes up and down because it's so emotional.

Dave quietly lowered his head with a stiff face, his hands tied together in his lap. His grandfather was right, for many years his father never took the initiative to come to see him, most often just a video call or just a phone, it was always together with his wife.

Even until the age of 19, his one-on-one photo with his father was only when they accidentally met at the Banquet of the Businessmen, the Entrepreneurs, which he came with his Grandpa when he was 10 years old and they accidentally met, then took pictures together.

"....I went there just because I needed Dad's signature, Cake.." Dave finally said.

Hertoni snarled, he was absent from his seat. "No need to study in Jayabaya !" the uacp was firm which made Dave look at him with a surprised face.

"I've never asked for anything Kek !" dave's voice is rising. He stood up, and now they faced each other with only a separate work desk.

Hertoni was a little surprised by his usually submissive grandson's attitude.

"For years I've done everything Grandpa's told me to do." Dave continued with his black eyes that stared intently at Hertoni. "And now Grandpa wants to cancel what Grandpa agreed to before...??" dave's forehead wrinkled.

" The university belongs to the Martadinata Family !" Hertoni said loudly. "And seeing this attitude of your heart, you can be sure if you want to go to college there, just to be close to your asshole father !" hertoni's breath went up and down with emotion.

Dave clenched his lips tightly with his frown furrowed, His grandfather was right. But he tried to cover up. "We've discussed that, and Grandpa has agreed" Dave said calmly. "The registration requirements have been met, I just stay in." he continued.

Suddenly the door opened, entering was a woman about 80 years old who looked still nimble with her gray hair painted in bright blonde.

"Honey." he said, stroking Hertoni's back. "Dave just got home, why are you getting angry like this...??" he said with a face that coded Dave to get out of there.

"He met bregsek Andreas !" hertoni's words were still high-pitched, although his wife Erika tried to calm him down. "And he wants to get into their Family's Univeristas ! Does he have no self-respect ?!"

"That's it...Andreas is his father, so it's natural that Dave wants to be close to him..." Erika tried to talk. In the lyrics Dave and shakes his head a little, telling Dave to come out immediately, while he distracts his Husband.

Dave backed away slowly, then turned around and walked towards the door.

"She wants to be close to her father, but does that jerk want to be close to her ?? He was never considered a !!"

Still heard Grandpa's voice when Dave closed the door. He let out a long sigh, quietly looking down for a moment before walking into his room.

The sun sank and replaced the star-covered night with the moon that formed a smile.

Inside her room, Marisa was still busy treating the wound on Kirana's arm that had been hit by a tree branch. The mother and child sat on the bed with Marisa who cleaned the wound with alcohol, then applied the wound medicine .

"Why do you always go up to the top of the tree...??" Marisa asks her daughter who looks beautiful tonight in pink pajamas with her long hair that she let loose.

"out of...Daddy's trying to get me to pick up Jon anyway..." Kirana pouted, which instead made her vows look even more beautiful.

"Jon has come to know you..." Marisa said without looking at Kirana, as she was still smearing the wound medicine on Kirana's arm.

"Aaaaahh.I don't want any of it.." she sulked like a child.

Marisa smiled as she tidied up her P3K equipment into a small white box and put it on the nightstand.

"Why..?Jon is a handsome." Marisa says. "Actor and model again, his fans in Japan a lot lo..." He sat down next to Kirana.

Kirana's lips pursed. "Jon is already my friend, so I can't take it any more" he said.

"Just tell Jon to stop being your friend." His father had already walked towards him and was sitting on the right side of the bed.

Kirana sneered, now the three of them are on a king-size bed that fits for 5 people, with Kirana in the middle and her Fathers on the right and tell her.

"You think Kirana doesn't like Jon, because there are already people who like him." Her mother said.

Suddenly Kirana's face immediately blushed and her memory flew straight to Dave.

"Ma, where might !" Kirana was immediately nervous, but she tried to hide it.

Marisa laughs at the reddened face of her daughter.

"If it is okay." he said in between his laughter.

Kirana's heart was pounding, as if she was caught doing something wrong. He immediately grabbed his father's arm and hugged him.

"The guy I like is Daddy..!" he said that made Andreas surprised.

Marisa was more convinced that her guess was right, but she just smiled amusedly.

"Already back in the room, Daddy's still mad at you." throw his father out pretending to be angry.

"aaah...Daddy..." The spoiled Kirana kumat. "You sleep here" he said, holding both arms around his father's neck.

"Can't, over there sleeping in the room by yourself. Daddy and Mom are still working ." Andreas turned to his wife for a moment, who made Marisa's face as red as Kirana's.

"Daddy...." Kirana was still whining when her 185 cm tall father stood up with him still hanging from his father's neck, then in the bopong and down on the doorstep.

Before Kirana whined again, her father immediately shut the door of the room leaving Kirana pouting.

"Huh..Daddy's bucin." he said annoyed while walking lazily back to his room.