Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

"Tomorrow I'll visit you guys again," Grandma said stroking Dave's hair.

"May I?" she added.

"Of course, Grandma. You can visit any time," Claire answered immediately.

"Alright then, Come on. The night is getting late, the night wind is not good for you and Dave's health, honey," Grandma said then grabbed Claire's arm and led her away, walking first and leaving the others behind.

"Mom, wait," Dave shouted as he patted his father's shoulder, signaling him to walk away.

Mr. Atmadja, Mrs. Seira, and the others followed behind them.

They walked out of the airport, it was drizzling outside, but that didn't stop them from moving.

Dave who was in his father's arms, now slowly leaned his head on the man's shoulder with a backward gaze.

Seira, who saw the boy's spoiled behavior, couldn't help herself, subconsciously she stepped faster than the others wanting to be closer to her grandson.

However, her pace suddenly slowed when Mr. Atmadja grabbed her arm. "Be careful, dear. There's no need to rush," he said softly to his wife.

Seira immediately smiled awkwardly when she realized what she was doing. In the end, she just obeyed her husband's words and kept walking beside him. Even so, his gaze never left the boy who looked so drowsy on his father's shoulder.

If only time could be repeated. Yes, if only. There were a lot of things she didn't want to do. But what can she do? Only regret filled her heart.

Devan, Claire, Dave, and Aaron are separated at the airport with the rest of the family. Devan decided to take them back to the hotel, while the rest of the family returned to Atmadja's residence.

Except for Naila, the woman said goodbye and wanted to go back to her house. Because Leo didn't want the girl to use a taxi, he finally decided to contact Hendra, Devan's driver, to bring him one of his cousin's cars.

The night was getting late, the drizzle that had previously flushed downtown J had now turned heavy. Occasionally the wind blows, making anyone will feel an extraordinary cold.

***

The next day.

In a room in Atmadja's residence, a typical wake-up groan was heard, a movement came from under the blanket on the bed.

At the same time, the alarm sounded.

Devan who still wanted to close his eyes now slowly pulled the blanket that wrapped his body. Glancing at the Alarm, it was already half-past seven in the morning.

His eyes accidentally saw the ring that was wrapped around his ring finger, instantly a smile on his lips widened. "Did you sleep well?" he muttered as he kissed the ring then slowly got up from his position, leaning on the bed, he reached for his cellphone on the nightstand, intending to call someone.

After returning from the hotel last night, the man decided to stay at the Atmadja family's residence. It was eleven o'clock at night, the whole family was asleep.

"Hello, good morning, dear," said Devan greeting his interlocutor. His voice was hoarse typical of waking up.

"Good morning," came a female voice from the other side, it was Claire.

"How are you?" asked Devan while playing with the ring on his ring finger.

"We just met last night, Devan. Of course, I'm fine. Looks like you just woke up?" she asked.

"Um. I haven't even left the bed yet."

"Today is Monday, hurry up and get ready for the office," replied Claire.

"Later, I still want to hear your voice, honey. I miss you," said Devan again.

A sigh was heard from the other side. "I want to take a shower," said Claire.

"Alright, then me too. Ah yes, you have time this afternoon?" asked Devan again suddenly remembering his purpose in contacting Claire.

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to take you somewhere," said Devan.

"Okay," said Claire that very second.

"But it's just you and Dave, I just wanted to spend some time with you two, honey. Without your Uncle," said Devan again.

"Okay," replied Claire.

"I'll tell Aaron later," she added.

"Then I hang up the phone, and take a shower too," said Devan.

"All right, honey," Claire replied.

"What? Can you repeat? I didn't hear it," said Devan. It was rare for Claire to attach the affectionate nickname when speaking to him.

"What? What do you mean?" replied Claire.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier?" Devan said.

"Mom..." came a boy's voice from the other side of the phone.

"Dave? give it to him, I want to hear my son's voice, honey," said Devan again.

"Hello," came a boy's voice from the other side.

"Hello, good morning my hero," said Devan.

"Daddy? You will come later right? I'm bored here," Dave said over the phone.

"Of course, honey. I will come. Do you want something?" he asked.

"I just wanted you here, Daddy," Dave replied.

"Okay, wait for me, honey," said Devan.

After that, they talked for about five minutes and then stopped.

Devan immediately got ready, he decided to go to the office today, considering there were a lot of things he was postponing during his engagement with Claire.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Mr. Admadja was sitting relaxing in the small garden on the third floor of the Atmadja family residence. He was waking up early.

"Here drink it," a voice sounded, it came from Seira. The middle-aged woman carried a glass of milk and a few slices of sandwich in each hand.

"Thank you, dear," said Mr. Atmadja.

"Are the others awake yet?" he asked again.

"I haven't seen anyone since I woke up," said Seira, sitting on the bench right next to her husband.

"It seems that everyone is tired because of yesterday's event," replied Mr. Atmadja.

"Seems like that," replied Seira curtly. She then grabbed her phone and played with it.

"Don't you have any intention of apologizing to your son?" asked Mr. Atmadja turning to his wife.

Sierra was silent.

"You've been too hard on him this whole time. Don't you feel sorry for your grandson? He is cute and handsome like his father. I do think, quiet isn't a good thing, honey."

"There are times, we have to give in and lower the Ego for the common good, dear. Stop harboring feelings of guilt, it's not good," he added again.

Seira took a deep breath, "I don't know where to start."

"Just do it slowly. Don't push yourself," said Mr.. Atmadja again as he turned to his wife.