Under the Black Umbrella
Wretched Him?!

Ghavi's entourage arrived at the restaurant just as Handy and Aslan had just arrived.

"Papaa ...!"

Sunny slumped down from Ghavi's sling as soon as he saw his father in the restaurant's parking lot, not far from Harry's car parked.

"Don't run, honey!"

Aunt Rudi warned.

Sunny did not heed her grandmother's warning. The little girl continued to run towards her papa who had spread her arms to greet her.

Handy kissed both cheeks and forehead of the princess full of affection. Sunny kisses the father back, imitating him as Handy did to him.

"Papa, we'll eat together here. It's a pretty Auntie's restaurant, you know! That, which Sunny was invited yesterday," he said when he was in Handy's lap.

While the others walked up to the two while smiling at the interaction of the father and son.

"Hemm, yes, dear! Papa knows, really! Before you were, Papa used to eat here."

Handy pinches her daughter's chubby cheeks.

"Auk! Sick, Papa!" peeking Sunny stroked his cheek that was hit by a pinch.

"Haha ...! Sorry, Honey!"

"Indeed, Papa was a close friend of Beautiful Aunt, huh?"

Handy and Ghavi looked at each other. There was an unreadable look between the two.

"Sunny said who?"

Handy cut off Ghavi and turned to look at his daughter.

" Said Grandpa, his father Beautiful Aunt is his close friend Grandpa. So, Papa and Aunt Beautiful are also close friends, dong?!"

"Hemm, yes, dear! Papa used to be a close friend of Beautiful Aunt before ...,"

Before Handy finished her sentence, Ghavi had already cut.

"Before Aunt studied abroad."

"That means now you're close friends again. Kan, now Auntie Beautiful has met again with Papa Sunny. The house is also next door, right?!" sunny said innocently.

"Gee!"

Ghavi was a little surprised by the little boy's words.

There was a real sense of unease when Handy looked at him intensely.

Had the gaze been given four years ago, perhaps Ghavi would have felt misbehaved and happy.

Full gaze of a grown man on a mature woman.

The look he had once received when he was close to the man.

Unfortunately, that gaze was meaningless to him, ever since the incident that had happened between them.

"Ouch!"

Harry complained loudly.

"Eh, Why is Harry? Stomach pain?!"

Sunny saw the little brother of his father holding his stomach.

"Ah, yes! Om was so hungry that Om's stomach hurt" replied Harry grimacing.

Actually Harry just pretended to complain of abdominal pain to melt the awkward atmosphere that had been created.

"Same, Om! I'm hungry too!"

Sunny was holding her little belly.

"Then, let's go inside. Grandfather is also hungry," said Om Rudi while stroking his belly a little distended.

"Yes! Grandma also can't wait to taste all the food here. Grandma was also very curious about the colorful fish that Sunny told her about the day after. He said, in the restaurant there is an aquarium where colorful fish, yes, Vi?!"

Aunt Rudi joined.

"Yes, Grandma! Colorful and small. How much so."

Sunny spread her arms to express the word a lot.

"Oh, yes, Auntie! There were some ornamental fish on display inside," Ghavi replied nodding.

" Come on everyone, let's go in now! I forgot to let you in, yeah," Ghavi said, waking up from the daydream.

"Come on!" answer Sunny spirit.

"Om Aslan, let's push me on Papa huh! Later Om can eat a lot if it has been pushed us in," he ordered the assistant papa.

"Ready, Princess!"

Aslan immediately pushed into his master's wheelchair into the restaurant followed by others.

"You're all there is!" harry's son to his nephew.

Aslan only smiled at Sunny's words.

Arriving inside, Ghavi directs everything to a private room that he has requested provided by his employees.

"Come, over here!"

An employee whom Ghavi told him to do this afternoon showed me their room.

"Thank you, Mum!" ghavi said, nodding kindly to him.

"Please, have Mas Fikar serve the food immediately, yes!" continued.

"Good, Boss!"

The employee nodded respectfully.

"Ck, you're this! I told you not to call me that!" gajeel Ghavi.

"Sorry, Mom! Alright, I'll have Chef Fikar prepare the dish!"

"Let's all, please sit down!"

Ghavi invited his guests who were still standing to immediately sit in the chair that had been provided.

Om and Aunt Rudi and Harry chose to sit on the right side of the table. Meanwhile, Sunny, Handy and Aslan were on the other row. Ghavi himself ended up sitting at the head of the table as only that chair was left.

That position made him and Handy sit at an angle of ninety degrees with Sunny as the corner point, because, Sunny's chair shifted closer to Ghavi so that it was at the corner of the table.

Apparently the girl did not want to be far from Ghavi.

"Tante, we'll see and feed the fish, okay?!"

"Yes, Pretty! But, later after we eat, ok?!" ghavi answered stroking Sunny's ponytail.

"Well, our food has come" he pointed to Zulfikar, who was pushing the trolli towards their table.

"Dataaang's food!!"

Fikar stops the trolli near Ghavi and Harry.

"Yeee ...!"

Sunny cheered while applauding.

"Oh, eat!"

"Hmm!!"

Everyone present was smiling at Sunny's behavior, who immediately hit the table with her tiny hands.

"Please sample dishes from our restaurant! Hope pleased!" said Fikar after putting all the dishes he brought on the table.

"Thank you!" said Aunt Rudi another.

"Thank you, yeah, Mas!"

Ghavi smiled warmly at Fikar who was now standing between Ghavi and Harry.

"Oh, yeah, everybody! This is Zulfikar, the new chef here. The food is good, you know!"

Ghavi introduced Zulfikar to the others.

"Thank you for the compliment, Boss!"

Fikar laughed a lot because he got a shot from his boss.

"This is not an official event, Mom! Don't call me that, I don't like it! How many times do I have to say, anyway?!"

"Haha ...! Sorry!"

"Oh, this is Zulfikar's son Rahma, that's, huh?!" chirping Om Rudi who had observed Fikar's face.

"Yes, Om! This is the Fikar I told you about yesterday" Ghavi said.

Patted Fikar's shoulder gently.

"Yes, right, sir!" answer Fikar.

"Kok, you know my mother's name?!"

"Ah, your face is very similar to her. Your mother used to be my college friend and Umar, Ghavi's father" said Om Rudi.

"Oh, yeah, yeah!"

Fikar nodded in understanding.

"Where do your parents live now?"

"They settled in Surabaya, sir!"

"Ah, don't call me sir! Just call Om, like Ghavi called me.

"Good, Sir! Uh, I mean, Om!"

Fikar smiled clumsyly.

"Emm, sorry, everyone! I have to get back to work. Please enjoy the dishes!"

"Delate the! Sunny's hungry!" sahut Sunny's.

Apparently the little girl secretly took and ate the honey-baked duck she had eaten with Mr. Yoyon three days ago when they visited.

"Ck, you little boy!" decak Harry shakes his head.

"Haha ...!"

Everyone in the room laughed loudly, except Handy. The man just glanced at his daughter.

Yes, Handy was staring at Ghavi and Fikar with a difficult view to interpret.

Moreover, seeing the closeness of the two of them, made his chest rumble. There was a sense of wanting to explode when he saw Ghavi patting the shoulder and stroking Fikar's arm.

Wretched him?!

"Then, excuse me, yes!" pamit Fikar bowed.

"Yes! Thank you!" said Om Rudi.

"Thank you again, yes, Mom!"

Ghavi looked at Fikar and smiled.

"Together, Boss! Uh, I mean, Vi!" his error saw Ghavi who was back glaring.

"Dam!"

Ghavi held up two thumbs.

'About, how close is their relationship to the point that there is no boundary between superiors and subordinates?!'

Handy guessed in her heart.

Without him noticing, both of his hands clenched above his lap.