"If you say it again, and make Byanca cry, then I'm no longer your mother, and don't expect me to ever want to see you again," she added and rose from her position, following Byanca and Lana.
Devan froze on the spot hearing his mother's sentence, he never thought he would hear such a thing from his mother just to protect the lying woman.
After Mrs. Seira leave, the other family members also slowly dispersed one by one, some returning to their respective rooms, or looking for other activities.
Only Grandma and Mr. Atmadja remained. Devan also didn't leave, the man was still on the sofa sitting unmoved.
"Devan," Grandma approached her grandson. Compared to Leo, this one grandson visited her very rarely.
The man turned, "What's wrong Grandma? Are you going too? Are you going to be mad at me too?"
Hearing her grandson's question, the old woman replied with a smile. "How's your sleep lately? Has your insomnia gone?" she asked quietly, her voice very soft. The way she communicated with Devan was as if nothing had happened before.
"I'm fine, Grandma."
"Hmm, fine. You have to take care of your health. I don't want all my grandchildren to get sick," replied Grandma while taking a deep breath.
"Okay, Grandma. Don't worry about me," Devan replied.
Grandma just nodded not responding anymore, making the atmosphere quiet again.
"You have eaten?" asked Grandma.
"I'm still full, Grandma."
"Don't mind what your mother says. She's just emotional," said Grandma again.
"Okay, Oma," replied Devan modestly, whereas he will give a good answer if Grandma suddenly questioned the reason for saying such a thing, it just seemed that the old woman did not intend to discuss it. Maybe this is the reason why she feels more comfortable living close to Grandma than his parents.
While on the other hand, Mr. Atmadja just stayed where he was. Now and then he frowned as if he was thinking about something.
"Devan, may I know, where have you been today?".asked Mr. Atmadja.
"At home, Dad. Why?" replied Devan.
"Are you visiting the airport today?" asked the middle-aged man.
Hearing that, Devan did not immediately answer. Given that the Smith family's private jet landed at the airport in almost the same landing time as the plane carrying passengers from Australia.
"Why do you ask like that?" Instead of answering, the man asked back.
"No, maybe I'm just the wrong person," replied Mr. Atmadja. It seems his emotions have subsided and now look normal.
"What's wrong? Did you see Devan at the airport?" asked Grandma turning to her son.
"No, I didn't, Mom, maybe it's just my feelings," replied Mr. Atmadja.
"Since you arrived, you haven't rested, have you? You'd better go back to your room and get enough rest," said Grandma.
"Hmm, okay. Then I'll go first," said Mr. Atmadja then rose from his position.
"Ah yes, I've been thinking about this since earlier, Devan," said the middle-aged man, stopping his steps, turning to where Devan and Grandma were.
"I don't know what happened between you and Byanca, But one message, don't make decisions without a clear reason, especially if you only follow your anger, son."
"I won't force you to be like your mother said. I just want to see you happy, saying crazy things like that, maybe you have your reasons, but, even so, not everyone wants to hear your reasons. Then the only way is to convince them."
"Your relationship has been very long, suddenly want to break up before your wedding, I think something big has happened. It's all up to you, you're an adult, think carefully before you act," said Mr. Atmadja at length, his voice neither high nor low.
"Again, if what you said earlier is true, the only way is to prove it, for you know your own mother's character. Just words without any evidence will not affect her decision and wishes," he added again then turned away, away from the two of them, walking towards the elevator wanting to go back to his room.
Grandma took a deep breath, "What your father said is true, dear," she said turning back to where her grandson was.
"Does Grandma believe me?" asked Devan slightly softening his cold attitude.
"Even though I don't like what you said earlier, you are my grandson. There's no way I can trust other people more than my grandson, right?"
"Besides, you are no longer a child, dear. I'm sure you have your reasons, reasons that don't compare to the relationship between these two big families," added Grandma again.
Hearing that, Devan fell silent. It's true, what he did would damage the relationship between the two families that had existed for a long time. Not to mention, Atmadja's family is indebted to Byanca's family, he becomes a little bit understanding how his mother and other family members can be so angry. For them, nothing is more important than maintaining the relationship of two families.
But not for Devan, since he caught Byanca making love with another man a few years ago since then he has ended his relationship with that woman.
If before, he would only accept this marriage on behalf of the family without the slightest refusal, but it was different from now.
Now, he has something to fight for, he has someone to protect, he has someone to make happy. To him, nothing compares to that, even if the people around him hate him, he doesn't care. As long as he doesn't lose someone very precious in his life, then everything is still fine.
For so long Devan was silent and struggling with his thoughts.
"Will Grandma hate me?" asked Devan finally opening his voice.
"For what? Blood is thicker than anything, honey."
"Does Grandma believe that the child in Byanca's womb is not mine?" asked Devan, his voice slightly whispering, he did this to prevent others from hearing their conversation.
Grandma was stunned.
"Never mind Grandma, you will say the same thing to my mother," said Devan again when he didn't get any response from the old woman sitting next to him.
"Is what you said serious?" asked Grandma, a response that Devan never expected.
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