The Gray Autumn's

Le Sourire

The woman with the kebaya and the neat bun mendehem slowly while walking closer. Behind him was also Moedya who was no less neat by wearing long-sleeved batik. The man's gaze immediately turned to Autumn who was also looking at him. Unexpectedly, the gray-eyed girl gave a small smile. A smile that immediately replied the same thing from Moedya.

"Jen, I thought you came alone. Why wasn't Elle invited in?" Moedya quickened her pace. Now he was standing next to Patra who glanced at his father in astonishment.

"Elle is still shy, Om," replied Jenna who was back wearing a helmet. The girl had even sat on the motorbike and turned on the engine.

"Why should I be ashamed, Elle?" moedya's attitude at that time looked very gentle to Autumn, so that made the woman who was none other than Diana seemed to put on a strange look. Autumn did not answer. The brunette girl only smiled a little.

"Do you know him?" whiskey Patra. "Now, don't smile too much. Look who's next door."

Moedya immediately glanced at the wife who seemed to be asking for an explanation. Moedya immediately grabbed Diana's shoulder. "Elle, meet Om's wife" said the man calmly. Autumn turned her gaze to Diana, then smiled. However, he did not say much because he saw the expression that the woman showed. Autumn prefers to immediately sit behind Jenna who has been ready with his motor matic.

"We'll excuse you, Om, Auntie," finished saying goodbye, Jenna also drove her second wheel drive out of the courtyard of the magnificent building was accompanied by the gaze of the host.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Moedya immediately turned to Patra. "Who's driving?" tanyakanya.

"Me only. Looks like Papa has another job. Driving requires high concentration" the young man casually chanted. He then walked to his car while pulling out the key.

"Come," Moedya asked the wife who had just fallen silent. Although the marriage age of the two of them has been decades and has also been blessed with three children, but Diana is still often jealous of the small things that Moedya did. Just like it was. While Moedya was able to understand the meaning of the attitude that Diana showed her. Therefore, he was no longer bothered with such a thing.

"I just found out that Jenna has a French cousin" Patra said when they were on their way.

"Is that girl Jenna's cousin, Pat?" Diana started to make a sound.

"Yes, Ma. He said from France," Patra asserted. While Diana immediately turned to Moedya who still looked calm. She wanted to ask for an explanation from her husband. However, unfortunately Moedya seemed reluctant to discuss it, making Diana only able to fall back silent. She knows exactly what the character of her husband is. Moedya won't talk if she doesn't want to. That has been the nature of this man for a long time.

Patra was just smiling to herself. Her shadow was fixed on the French girl she had met just a moment ago. Autumn was so beautiful with her extremely beautiful gray eyes. He also has above average posture. Gadia is really a dream lover. Patra acted as if he was a grown man.

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Sometimes Benjamin thought that Edgar had deliberately hidden his daughter. However, he also recalled the words that Autumn had said to him last time, that he would definitely return. But Benjamin couldn't wait. His heart was too worried. Longing was increasingly controlling and seemed to paralyze all logic in him.

"Auntie, is my dad still in his study?" ask Fleur who's starting to worry about the father. After all, Fleur was a girl. His feelings are much more subtle and also sensitive.

"Yes, Honey. It's okay, your dad needs time to calm down. Adults are so ordinary. For a long time also he will behave back as before," explained Aamber gently.

"Do you think my aunt has been unfair to you?" ask Fleur with an unpleasant look.

"No, Honey. You're a kid, so don't ever blame yourself for things like that. There's nothing wrong, because you deserve your papa, too" Aamber said. He ended what he was doing, when Fleur's long hair was neatly arranged and beautiful.

"Yes, I know. I should have more right to have a papa than anyone else. However, papa liked Elle too much" Fleur regretted.

Aamber smiled gently. He then put down the comb he had just used. The comb is inserted into a special box, put together with other equipment. "It's over, honey. You look so pretty. Just like your mother," Aamber glanced at the photo of Samantha displayed on the wall of Fleur's room.

"Papa also said so, Auntie. Do I look like my mother?" a beautiful twinkle appeared on both of Fleur's grey eyeballs.

"I think .. yes. You're just as beautiful as your mother. Later, you will definitely get a good and handsome man like your father," Aamber said as he peeked at the little girl's head.

"What about Elle? According to Auntie, is she pretty?" a question that sounded so innocent from the lips of the ten-year-old.

However, Aamber did not immediately reply. He simply smiled then paired a pretty pinch between the Fleur hair strands. "Elle is so beautiful. However, to me you are much prettier," Aamber replied still with her gentle demeanor and tone.

"Then take me to papa's office. I want to talk to him. Papa must be in need of a interlocutor right now," Fleur pinta excitedly.

"It's with pleasure, dear," said Aamber immediately pushing Fleur's wheelchair towards Benjamin's den. They walked through the corridor with beautiful outboard lights, until they finally arrived at the intended room. However, it turned out that Benjamin was not in his room at the time. Either go where the thirty-five-year-old single is. "Your father is not here, dear," said Aamber, closing the door to the study.