My Mom Doesn't Want to Get Married
Chapters 80. A vacation?

" Boss, we didn't find anything. All the rooms were empty," said a man carefully speaking to Arya who was standing upright with a terrifying aura.

Hearing that, Arya's expression became increasingly grim. They've tracked Leiya all the way here, but there's no more clues.

"Burn this house, don't leave anything behind," 

Arya gave the order in a calm tone but made the people around her know that their boss was very angry, he walked out of the house when his phone suddenly rang.

Arya sees a foreign number stamped on her phone screen, guessing that it might be Leiya who is kidnapping her to call for ransom. After a while his thumb pressed the answer button, he would speak harshly when suddenly the soft voice welcoming him made him startled.

" Aryans.. God I can finally call you, I'm relieved now. How are Laskars? She's okay, right?"

Hearing Leiya's voice that was like it was not in danger, Arya held her breath for a moment then immediately a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"She's so nice, where are you now? I will pick you up soon," Arya said hurriedly, she wanted to make sure Leiya was completely healthy before her own eyes.

Leiya who heard that her son was safe heaved a sigh of relief, "I am now on the yacht, just take it easy that Haris is with me. I'll have her take me home," Leiya said awkwardly, after all there was no way Arya was chasing this ship that had sailed far away.

"Oh well, take care of yourself. Call me if anything happens" Arya said in a soft voice but her face sank further, she now knows for sure that the person who kidnapped Leiya is related to the Secret Hall.

Arya is so convinced that Haris is also a member of the ship, and she also receives an invitation to attend the yacht banquet but Arya refuses.

Looking at the engorged flames in front of him, the phone was silent no one spoke.

"I know.then I hang up the phone, see you," Leiya closed the conversation quickly, hearing Arya's soft voice made Leiya impatient to see the father and son immediately.

" When can you take me home? " leiya asked with her hands outstretched to return Haris' phone.

"The journey to get to the island will be at least three more days, so I can only take you when we get there" replied Haris, putting his phone back in his pocket in his black suit.

"Three days!?" exclaimed Leiya with widened eyes.

It was too long for him who wanted to go home. If only he had wings.

"Well how else? You can think of this as your holiday trip, don't be too depressed" he said patting Leiya on the shoulder with sympathy.

" Rest is late, tomorrow I will take you around the ship to look around," Haris continued and walked out of Leiya's room.

Leiya threw his body into the bed feeling tired, Haris said there was a point. Rather than dwelling on a way home that is not there, it is better to enjoy this time to rest his body and mind.

To hell with the King or the woman in the red dress! Because Haris has guaranteed his safety then if anything happens he will hit Haris head hard.

The next day, Leiya woke up a little late due to sleeping too late. He yawned lazily, looking around this strange room he patted his eel.

How could he forget, now he's on a yacht.

"Miss your breakfast,"

Looking at the rich breakfast in front of him, Leiya shook his head, "This breakfast is too fancy, but Haris is really competent. He knew these foods were all my favorite," Leiya said in a good mood.

After breakfast and body cleaning, Leiya was forced to wear her clothes again. He doesn't even have a change of clothes, what kind of holiday is this.

Fortunately, when Leiya came out of the room, he met the woman who had a conversation with him last night who had apparently slept in the room next to him. He borrowed clothes from the woman and was allowed.

Seeing this shirt, Leiya was very surprised because this shirt was his design shirt. That woman has good eyesight.

" How? Does the dress fit your size?" ask the woman who is still waiting outside.

"Yes very fitting, thank you very much. Do you like the Anti design too?"

" Wow you like it too? I certainly like it because the Anti design never fails, it suits my taste. Next time we can shop together, let's add a chat buddy," said the woman excitedly, the friendship intertwined so simply. We can eat together shopping together and then get to know each other immediately because of the same interests.

Leiya was also happy to see the person wearing his homemade clothes, he scratched his non-itchy head and looked at the woman with an apologetic expression, "Sorry my phone is gone, my phone is gone, let's just record your number in the dinote and I'll call you if I buy a new phone,"

The woman agreed with Leiya's suggestion and wrote it down on a piece of paper, "Oh my name is Hani, what is your name?"

" Leiya"

"Okay now you're my best friend, save my number don't lose it" Hani said in a threatening tone.

" I won't dare" Leiya said with a contrived expression of fear and they laughed together.

Haris stepped closer to Leiya making the laughter of the two women stop, Hani looked at the approaching Haris with a thumping heart.

" You're up? Come on I'll take you around," said Haris looking at Leiya with a small nod.

" Can Hani come?" asked Leiya who had already pulled Hani's arm.

Haris turned his gaze towards Hani, Hani did not dare to move when styled by Haris.

" Certainly come on," replied Haris nodding no objection.

Leiya smilingly walked following Haris with Hani who somehow became quiet.

Haris takes them around half the ship and Leiya is interested in the game room, seeing that there is rock climbing on the ship. He really wanted to try it.

"I'll play here with Hani, you can bring us snacks," said Leiya who quickly ran over without waiting for Haris' response.

Haris certainly can only obey his ancestors this resignedly.

" Leiya do you know Haris so closely?" ask Hani curiously

Leiya who heard that tilted her head facing Hani, "Not really, she is more familiar with my son. I don't know what they're talking about every day" Leiya said shrugging.