Erstwhiles
5. Welcome Home, Princess

She is not a model, not an artist. Anyone who sees it will be fascinated. The height is only one hundred and sixty-five centimeters, high enough for the size of Asian women but including the average in Europe and America. His skin was pure white, not even a single pimple dared to close the rays on his face.Thanks to his parents' genes and of course millions of dollars for treatment.

There was no red carpet, but the path the woman walked was as if an endless stretch of catwalk runaway spring. Debbie Wingham's decitan heels tapped into the rhythm of the floor between the hustle and bustle of Soekarno-Hatta International airport. Long Coat Burberry combined with the latest Chanel summer collection miniskirt never seemed to be used by any model. It seems simple, but also classy and elegant at the same time. Not to mention the Lugano Diamond Sunglasses that cover the two hazel netra are framed in line with the color of lipstick that frames the thin arch of the cherry lips.

Acha took off her glasses. He breathed a rough breath. Four years is not a short time. But in that long period of time, returning to Indonesia still feels heavy. Not because of the scorching heat, or the traffic jams and pollution that spread everywhere, but because of one person he was not ready to meet. Hey. isn't Jakarta that big? With a population of about ten million and an area of six hundred and sixty-four square kilometers, the possibility of meeting the former is only em.. five percent? But taking into account the circle of friendship that could have made them present at the same event, then the possibility of it being fifty percent? Oh no! Isn't that a pretty big number?

But, there was also no way he could avoid Fariz for life. Someday they will meet. Whether at a school reunion, a wedding, or just accidentally meeting on the street. Let's just think about it later Acha, because there's more pressing to deal with.

"Babys..!" Yes, that's right. The woman who shouted the name of her youngest daughter was already waving her hands in the distance. Look, even at the age that stepped on the heads of those five women was still very energetic and beautiful. The treatment of millions of dollars was effective enough to delay the appearance of wrinkles on the beautiful face of the big boss' wife. Just looking at it at a glance people must have understood where Acha got her beauty.

"Mom..!" Acha yells back. His feet went even faster to meet the woman who had given birth to him. "Mommy..!" like a child, Acha immediately hugged her tightly and whined spoiled releasing longing on her mother.

"My baby, try to see you first" Acha's mother circulated her gaze up and down, checking her little daughter's condition from end to end. "You're a gini drapery, baby? Doesn't fit the food there? Or because of the weather? Activities on campus?"

"Come on Mam, Acha just opened the thesis. See how skinny Acha is now!" acha replied with a childlike expression asking for mercy.

"Oh my God, Aldrich!" he said hysterically while hugging his only brother tightly.

"Call me Brother, Acha. Here Indonesia. *manner, huh!" his protest.

"Where's Papi?" acha asked as soon as she took off her embrace. He looked around but his beloved old man was nowhere to be seen.

"Because Papi's heart dropped a little bit yesterday, so Papi can't pick up Acha. Yuk hunted home, Papa was already very upset to meet Acha" said the Mama holding her daughter walked out.

"Not bad, Mom?" of course Acha was worried.

"Just exhausted, baby. Papa just needs rest" replied his mother.