I'm his mother
30.Stay in Villa

All the way to the top, Bogor. Only silence fills the luxury car space occupied by Namira, Abra and little Darren.

Especially after Darren sleeps on the lap of Namira who is sitting in the passenger seat right beside Abra who is focusing on controlling the steering wheel.

Less than 4 hours into the journey dominated by silence. Finally, the car that Abra brought entered the courtyard of a villa that was so beautiful and refreshing to the eye.

With a spacious yard and filled with various ornamental plants that instantly make the eye view fresh.

But at once Namira also realized if he was taken to a different place with a place that he had booked.

"Why are we here, sir? And, whose place is this?" namira asked when Abra turned off the engine.

"This is my villa, let's get off. We will stay in this villa for as long as we stay here" Abra replied as she removed the seatbelt she was wearing.

"We? Meanin?" ask Namira again confused.

"Yes us, I'll go on vacation with the two of you" he replied casually.

Degs...

Namira's heart stopped beating when he heard Abra's words. Vacation together? Impossible.

But what Namira saw dismissed the word 'Impossible' he had just said. When responding to Abra's current treatment.

Namira was still sitting with raging feelings inside her when a middle-aged woman came over and bowed respectfully to Abra.

I don't know what the two of them are talking about, that's for sure. The two seemed so familiar, that Namira finally realized from her daydream when Abra opened the car door beside her.

"Here, let me take Darren. Come down, you also need to rest" said Abra lifting her son's tiny body from Namira's lap.

Namira seemed silent but still followed the steps of Abra who began to step into the villa they were going to occupy at this time.

"The "villa has only two rooms, one above and one below. It's up to you to sleep where, just choose as comfortable as you are," said Abra who laid Darren's tiny body in a bed in a room not far from the family room.

"I'm here, along with Darren" Namira replied briefly.

The conversation was cut short when the middle-aged woman who had come to Abra entered with a suitcase belonging to everyone.

"Sorry sir, here's the suitcase,"

"Oh yes Mbok, just keep it here. Thank you, yes,"

"Same as sir. For dinner, what do I want to cook, sir? Let me prepare from now on,"

"Byeah, the menu is just plain Mbok. I haven't eaten Mbok Inah's cooking for a long time, kangen tastes with that distinctive taste" replied Abra who made Namira stunned.

How not to be surprised. Abra's tone was far from being as arrogant and arrogant as he had always shown her.

Abra was so gentle and polite when talking to the middle-aged woman named Mbok Inah.

"Okay sir, then excuse me. I'll start cooking orders sir,"

"Good Mbok, thank you,"

Mbok Inah finally left the room, leaving Namira and Abra alone. And suddenly the awkwardness began to be felt again when Abra was just alone with Namira.

"Rest, we meet again at dinner later," said Abra immediately went out of the room to be occupied by Namira and Darren.

While Abra himself went straight to the second floor. Where the room he was going to occupy was there.

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...*****...

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"*Sorry, Othor just got up. Othor is really busy 😢😢, hopefully after this is finished Othor can return up normally.

May not be tired of waiting and still be faithful to the story of Namira and Abra*."