
After they finished opening his seatbelt, they got off the plane. And for the first time for Zahra to breathe the air of Paris.
Faiz was in front of the airport, one came to Faiz,
"Den Faiz..pa are you???" said a man wearing a driver's uniform and speaking Indonesian.
He was the driver of the Hermawan family, which was in Paris. Precisely the driver of Grandpa and Grandma Faiz who was in Paris, after inheriting the school he founded, faiz's grandfather, Hermawan, moved to Paris because his wife or Faiz's grandmother was a native of Paris.
"Good mang Ujang...Mang Ujang in the news???" faiz asked the family driver who was brought by Mr. Hermawan from Indonesia to live with him in Paris.
Hermawan or Faiz's grandfather deliberately brought Mang Ujang and his family to live in Paris because Mang Ujang is a believer.
"Yuuukkk den.." invite Mang Ujang.
Faiz also took Zahra's hand to get into the car carried by the Ujang mang, while the Ujang mang raised Faiz and Zahra's luggage into the car.
After all the belongings of Zahra and Faiz got into the car, Mang Ujang also drove the car to the residence of Faiz's grandparents.
On the way Zahra was busy seeing the view of Paris from the car window.
"The city of Paris is beautiful, Mas." said Zahra amazed, because only this time he saw the city of Paris directly.
Faiz smiled at Zahra who was so fascinated with the city of Paris, for Faiz the city of Paris was no stranger to him because every year he would visit Paris to meet his Grandpa and Grandma.
"Where are you going for a walk???" faiz asked his wife who was still busy seeing the city crowd from the car window.
"I'm up to Faiz aja, because I also do not know the city of Paris." replied Zahra innocent.
"Hehe..." Kekeh Faiz saw his wife who was so innocent.
Throughout the journey Faiz only looked at the graceful face of his wife who was fascinated by what was before him.
Before long they arrived at a luxurious and magnificent bungalow, the car entered the bungalow yard that was like a palace belonging to the Hermawan family.
Hermawan is a businessman, but in his busy business he also set up a school that directly led him. And his son Adrian too. Adrian became the principal while running the Hermawan business.
How is his grandfather and father so is Faiz, even though he is a Headmaster he still has a business in his club with Ridho.
They got out of the car, some servants came to get Zahra and Faiz's belongings and they took him into a room on the second floor.
"Woow...mas...This palace what home???" zahra asked in amazement at the luxury of Hermawan's bungalow.
"It's grandma and grandpa's house." Faiz replied casually.
" it's huge mas.." said Zahra again.
"Yuk came in.Grandpa and grandma were waiting for us." said Faiz then pulled Zahra's hand to enter the bungalow.
"Faiz...have you come, son...???" ask Grandma Faiz who just came out of her room.
"Yes grandma...Fa has arrived." said Faiz then he embraced the body of his grandmother.
"you how are you, baby...??? why is it so long ago now that you visited your grandmother...??? faiz's grandmother asked with tears.
"Fa good grandma knows, Faiz is busy taking care of school and various businesses that Faiz must run...."
"Especially... Currently Zahra is also in college.he has to wait for the new holiday time we can leave..," Faiz explained.
"Where is Zahra Fa...??" asked the grandmother and looked behind Faiz where stood a woman who had a neat hijab. His face looks very graceful.
"The grandson took me.." He leaned closer to Zahra.
"You're really pretty, son." she said, making Zahra blush in shame.
" Thank you grandma." said Zahra kindly.
"Sorry son.grandmother can not be present at your wedding pickle.because we are old can no longer travel far.." said Grandma to Zahra.
They had to bring a nanny to help them later in the journey, and for them it was very troublesome so they told Faiz and Zahra to come to Paris with his wife.
"It's okay grandma." said Zahra trying to get along with Faiz's grandmother who had just known him.
"Grandpa where's grandma...???" faiz asked because he had not met his grandfather.
"Your grandfather is in the garden... He'd rather wait for you in the garden.Go get your grandfather's samperin.." Grandma orders her granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law.
"Alright grandma..." Faiz immediately took his wife's hand to follow her steps towards the back garden.
In the back garden there is a large flower garden and a garden bench overlooking an artificial lake located across the land belonging to Faiz's grandfather.
A very beautiful and amazing view. Anyone who lives in this house will feel at home and comfortable.
Hermawan deliberately built this bungalow as grand and beautiful as possible for his children and grandchildren to gather later.
He wants to be entertained on his old days with the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law.
"Grandfather." call Faiz when he has been beside his grandfather who is sitting enjoying the beautiful view of the afternoon.
Hermawan turned to the origin of the voice that called him, memorized well the voice of his only grandson who was always his entertainer.
"Faiz.." Grandpa stood up and hugged the body of his granddaughter who had now grown up.
"Grandpa how are you???" whispered Faiz.
Hermawan let go of his hug when he saw the hijab-wearing woman who was standing behind Faiz.
"Fa...this is your wife...???" asked Hermawan pointed at the woman who he thought was so graceful with her head covered in hijab.
Faiz turned to Zahra and led Zahra to greet her grandfather.
"Yes kek.ini Zahra Faiz's wife.." said Faiz introduced his wife.
"Zahra kek.." - Og Zahra greeted and kissed the back of the hand of the old Hermawan.
"You're lucky to get a woman like her Fa...She's really graceful." praise Hermawan to Zahra.
"Thank you cake.." said Zahra.
"Come on.we enter.A little while Maghrib and we have dinner together.your nemek has prepared your favorite food.." said Hermawan holding Faiz on the right and Zahra on the left.
Hermawan seemed to like his son-in-law's granddaughter, for him Zahra was so suitable to accompany Faiz who was stubborn.
While in college Faiz lived with his grandparents in this bungalow. And after Faiz finished his S2 he returned to Indonesia to manage the school that has been established Hermawan.
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