"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.
