All of Andi's actions have kept Julian busy and ignored Qiara, Qiara thought while intending to make calculations with Andi if she met again.
"Jasmin, Jonathan, you and who is one? Why only three do I know?". Qiara asked again, confused.
"The one named Jihan, she has lived in Japan with her younger sister Papa since she was a baby. All because Mama felt sorry for him who was lonely because he couldn't have children. Instead of adopting, Mama and Papa agreed to give Jihan to him. Even so, Mama and Papa always came over. every time she had a birthday. But didn't you meet Jihan while in Japan?". Obviously Julian reminisced about his younger sister's story.
"Yes, I forgot. Oh yeah, how old is Jihan? Yesterday I didn't have time to ask". Asked Qiara, who was increasingly curious about Julian's family.
"She's the same age as you, I think she and you will be compatible because her character and habits are the same as yours, including naughty and talkative. Don't expect her to be as gentle as Jasmin to you when you meet her". Julian replied remembering how spoiled and talkative his younger sister was.
"Really? But, yesterday she was friendly and did not talk much, that means you are lying".
"Wait until you two meet, but do you want to see her again?". Julian asked, looking at Qiara meaningfully.
"Sure. I have to be nice to my sister-in-law like yesterday". Qiara replied with a smile.
"Well, if I have free time, we will go again to Japan to see her".
"That great idea". Qiara replied with joy.
Julian just smiled at the smiling Qiara. However, he couldn't imagine how much noise it would be if Qiara met Jihan a second time.
Not long after, they arrived at City A International Airport
Julianand Qiara walked hand in hand and were immediately greeted by Andi and several of his bodyguards who had arrived earlier. Meanwhile, Andi went home with some of his employees after delivering Julian's gift to Veronica.
Julian brought Qiara back to his mother's house, all on the orders of her mother who was none other than Sarah.
"Welcome back dear! Ouch... Mama really missed you!". Sarah said while hugging Qiara warmly.
Julian found it strange that his mother didn't see him when Qiara was beside him.
Qiara smiled when she saw the woman who loved her like her biological mother. She was the best-in-law of this century, it was Qiara's mind so she felt lucky. You see, she often hears about in-laws who are fierce and cruel. With Sarah as her mother-in-law, she also considers herself lucky.
Qiara kissed the back of Sarah's hand after releasing her hug.
"How are you dear? Is your honeymoon successful?". Sarah asked curiously.
"Not successful anymore, she's just addicted". After saying that, Julian left the two women with a sly smile because he knew Qiara must be emotional.
"Hey ...". Qiara shouted irritably.
"Hahaha ... No need to be ashamed dear! Mama was like that when we were married for a few years. Thanks to our enthusiasm, your sister Jasmin immediately became after a few months of marriage". Sarah said with a smile because she couldn't wait to get a grandchild.
Qiara smiled bitterly at what Sarah said, she doesn't want to have children yet, how could she be pregnant at the beginning of college, that would be embarrassing and troublesome, Qiara thought.
"Alright. Let's go in! Because Mama has made you delicious food". Sarah said as she took Qiara's hand into the house.
"Wait! Can Qiara clean up first in the room? Because Qiara feels hot about wanting to take a shower first!".
"Oh yes, you should. You have to take a shower and get ready to look fresh and energized". Sarah replied, nodding and understanding that Qiara might be tired and need to rest first.
After arriving in the room, Qiara immediately rolled on the bed. Without Qiara knowing, Julian was in the bathroom.
Satisfied rolling around, Qiara got up. She took out her cell phone then made a call to her mother.
"Hello Mama!". Qiara said first when someone on the phone picked up her call.
"Hello dear, how are you? Are you still in America?". Renata replied.
"I just arrived at my mother-in-law's house. My mother-in-law wanted us to come back here, because she said she missed Qiara". Qiara replied spoiled.
"Wow ... It's delicious! Your mother-in-law is really very kind. So, you have to be kind and polite to her. Don't make an act that will make her anxious. Got it?". Renata never gets tired of giving advice to Qiara, who still thinks that her daughter is still young and needs her guidance.
"Yes Ma! Qiara understands it". Qiara replied.
"That's good then. Oh yeah, how are you with Julian? Are you getting comfortable with him? Or do you still think your Mama and your sister are bad because they asked you to marry him?" Renata asked curiously, because she had wanted to ask Qiara that question for a long time, but she had to wait for the right time.
"Ummm ... Julian is kind and understanding, he's a responsible husband and loves Qiara. So, I'm lucky to have him. Thank you, because Mama has married me to him". Qiara said with a broken smile. This time she praised Julian sincerely, never as before, always in a compulsion to please her mother.
"Thank God dear, Mama is now relieved and calm. Okay, Mama will close first, okay? Oh yeah, if it's on vacation, don't forget to take Julian home, because Mama really missed you". Renata said while breathing a sigh of relief.
"Yes Ma. Later I'll tell him. Bye Ma! Love You!".
After talking to her mother, Qiara immediately took off her clothes and covered herself with a towel.
Just then, she heard the sound of the door opening, instantly Qiara turned her head with a quick and sharp gaze.
"Who is that?". Qiara asked warily while looking at the bathroom.
"This is me". Julian replied as he stepped out of the bathroom bare-chested and used only a towel.
"Hey .. Since when were you in the bathroom? Did you hear my chat earlier?".. Qiara asked with a sharp gaze. Because she felt ashamed when Julian heard that she was praising her mother.
"Ummm ... Hear what? Did you tell Mama about how you are? Or when you praise me? Which one is true?".. Julian replied as he stepped into his wardrobe, drying his hair with a small towel.