A Piece of the Past In White Grey
A Welcome to Raga and Gara's Possessiveness

"How was your trip, Raga? I've been waiting for you for a long time today. Finally the man I've been waiting for all these years arrives at the company that will soon turn into yours." Dahlan's two hands seemed to stretch to welcome the arrival of the child. The two men of different ages seemed to hug each other briefly and then let go.

"Dad has prepared all this to welcome you. So we didn't go to the airport to pick you up." explained Dahlan, who was influenced by Raga.

After all, he also could not come to welcome his parents and relatives. Raga does not want the father and mother dizzy with the behavior of his friends who are difficult to control it.

Raga's step entering the office building was seen in a festive welcome with the employees. They simultaneously lowered their heads in a sign of respect until a middle-aged woman came closer to Raga.

"Mother," Raga tightly hugged the woman's body longingly.

Rima Putri is the mother who gave birth to Raga and had suffered a stroke. Lucky in the last second of the arrival of the middle-aged girl's child began to be healthy and currently able to walk normally even though there was a little movement that was difficult to do. The hands that still feel a little stiff.

"Mother finally saw Mother's child again. You're healthy, Ga?" ask her by looking at the child. Raga nodded her head happily. He misses the figure of the mother.

"Let's now cut this tumpeng as a sign of gratitude you have finished your school and are ready to become a leader in this company." Dahlan told the child.

Accompanied by his parents, Raga cut the tumpeng in front of him. Along with the piece the boisterous sound of applause echoed in the towering office. The happy day was so clearly visible on the faces of everyone present.

Many bright faces with the arrival of Raga today. Different from the situation in Singapore.

"Sister, it's not to be repeated again wear lipstiknya" said Gara by holding the hand of the mother.

Tasha looked at him for a moment. "Why, Gara? Mommy hasn't finished this later apremotan loh." Tasha was about to move her hand again to flatten the lipstick on her lips but the little hand did not even let go of her wrist.

Little guy shaking his head. "No, Brother. Don't be pretty. Because no one wants to like Big Brother." he said making Tasha's face gawking does not understand.

"Likes? It's just lipstick. It's nothing, Gar. You're just nothing at all."

"Sister can't be pretty in front of people. Because you don't want to take people." The little boy took his hand off Tasha's hand and crossed his chest. His lips back he pulled out with a flaccid mainstay.

Seeing that again Tasha couldn't help but laugh. He rubs the rough hair of Gara who has been arranged as neatly as possible.

"Mommy's son why so possessive anyway? My mom only wears lisptics. See if you don't use Mami's lips to be pale, Gar." Tasha slowly gave understanding to the child even though it felt so difficult.

Because I still don't want to listen to him. The little man kept his lips together. His eyes had even been teary-eyed to hold back the cries from falling.

"Tears do not fall, my face has been dressed in powder later to become a mess. Tonight I want the best photos in this Singapore mall." he muttered in an adorable heart if only Tasha heard the boy's words.