Dirga had repeatedly called Harry’s cell phone in annoyance when an hour had passed. He had finished picking up Julia at her apartment and told Julia about all their activities in order. Then, sent a message notification to Harry about their activities that day.

Dirga still has to worry about Harry’s whereabouts who never arrived. Though their departure time will be announced. Dirga continued to look at the watch and contacted Harry.

Julia stared in surprise.

“Has Harry not notified you of his arrival?”

The director shook his head.

“Not yet, Miss. That’s why I’m so worried right now. Mr. Harry hasn’t given me any news and I’m starting to fear you will miss your flight.”

Julia checked her ticket and watch.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon. And let us look forward to his arrival.”

Julia’s words did not make Dirga any better. But Dirga tried to show his composure.

“Yes, Miss. I hope so. And I hope he doesn’t deliberately make my beard fire even more.”

Julia was slightly tickled when she couldn’t find any beard on Dirga’s chin. That guy must be really stressed. Julia then chose to sit in one of the waiting chairs.

The tall also masculine-looking man finally arrived. He wore a brown coat and brushed all his hair back. He was carrying a push-up suitcase in his left hand. Then with his pants hanging over his heels, Harry walked towards Dirga.

“All preparations have been made. And you just have to wait for me?”

Dirga sarcastically consciously.

“Yes. Of course. It’s been a while. And we are almost at home waiting for you. Then we were getting worried too if you might cancel your plans.”

Dirga handed Harry the ticket he ordered.

“Why? I never intended to change my plans.”

Dirga gave a blank stare.

“Yeah. But it might happen. Because you haven’t shown the bridge of your nose in front of us for hours.”

Harry became nosy.

“You will understand when you are married and have a very cute wife.”

Dirga felt his neck become too tense. Julia chuckled secretly at the two’s attitude.

Harry pulled again his suitcase.

“We’d better go ahead and wait inside.”

Julia immediately stood up and pulled her suitcase. She walked behind Harry. And bid farewell to Dirga.

A painstaking man who always expected his Young Master to know how much he cared about his well-being, waved goodbye. He ushered Harry and Julia off. But didn’t come with them because Harry still had some work he needed to replace for his young master’s sake.

***

So, stand up them at here. One woman and a man got off the plane and the arrival gate.

The temperature in Zurich today is actually quite hot and not too cold when measured from the average high temperature in their city. But because their body was used to warmer temperatures. The half-warm and cold air of Zurich instantly enveloped their skin.

Harry also hoped that Julia would not be too surprised by the change in the weather they were feeling at the moment.

Harry looked around and demanded Julia out of the airport door. Ordered a taxi and helped Julia get her suitcase into the trunk of the car. Julia was busy paying attention to the surrounding scenery while on the way.

She couldn’t hide her nervousness and uncertainty.

She was curious what Muliawan’s face and speech would look like when they met later. Then, she was also very curious about what would happen to their relationship in the future. But she was even more curious how she would show her hidden feelings all this time.

About how she misses the perfect father figure and family. Even though she wouldn’t be able to get that perfection again. At least, she could get the father figure she had been looking for.

Harry uttered a few sentences on their way.

“We’re not going to meet your father right away, Julia. We’re going to the hotel to check in first and freshen up.”

Julia nodded in understanding even though she was nervous.

“To get to the city of Bern we need to take one more flight. Then I’ll make sure you can meet him as soon as we get there.”

Julia kept nodding every time Harry gave her information.

Harry also considered Julia’s condition.

“Is there a special food you would like to try in this country?”

Harry might have guessed that Julia might have already found out a lot of information about the city and country they were about to visit. Any information could be obtained through the internet.

So, according to Harry’s thoughts. It might have been something Julia wanted. And Harry would try to fulfill it in return for her mighty efforts to have survived all this time.

Julia shook her head slowly.

“I don’t need anything. And I’ll try to match any kind of food you want.”

Harry dug through his brain memories.

“You are allergic to seafood. It is like that?”

Julia was surprised. She rolled her eyes and was stunned.

“How did you know that?”

Harry scratched his head.

“Just suddenly remembering the past. And the Jenny I know was that kind of girl.”

Julia nodded in understanding. She became more and more convinced that she was Jenny. Although the results of the DNA test she had seen with her own eyes.

Julia also really admired the way Harry spoke French so fluently. Harry also had business in this town. He left Julia briefly at the hotel. And only invited Julia to dinner together after his whole business had been completed.

Julia could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Even if only for a moment.

“I can finally get out of my room and get some fresh air. This is really good!”

Harry looked at Julia and felt guilty.

“Forgive me. I’m sure you must be too long existing in the hotel. So this time, order whatever you want. Then find your favorite menu.”

Julia looked at the list of food menus in her hands with a disappointed look.

“Are you trying to make fun of me? I can’t speak French. Then, I had a hard time reading these menus.”

Harry then called for a servant. Asked them to provide the best food and service too.

Julia watched them leave with a big question mark.

“What did you order? Then why do you speak so little?”

Harry took a sip of water.

“I’ve asked them to provide all their best menu. So, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Harry’s madness was not only recurring when he was in his country. But also other people’s countries!

He had already ordered a waiter to prepare some menus. And the waiters actually brought all their best menu. Their round table was now full of food because Harry had asked them to prepare it all at once so that Julia could choose it herself by smell and appearance.

Julia gulped with difficulty as the worms in her stomach churned. Her behavior was similar to Cleo’s when she was also starving. Harry subconsciously smiled and missed his wife.

However, he was reluctant to immediately tell Cleo their current news because he was afraid that he would feel more uncomfortable and miss her.

***