Sky didn't even go to the office today; her apartment was a mess; she had never been this dirty in her life. She didn't even care if she didn't take a shower; she just laid on the carpet, sleeping on the floor. He didn't realise he had slept so soundly. After Sky thought about it, when Maudy had an accident, he wasn't this crazy. Then, now? Casya left him. Ah, no. It's not that Casya left him; she just couldn't be with him like before, because of who? Of course, Tirta, if it weren't for him, Casya would still be his best friend, his only friend. Sky grimaced while they were having fun, while he was alone here. Ah, yes, this Saturday, grandma invited Casya to eat at home. Sky was curious why; she checked the date and found grandpa's birthday. Sky had to come; usually he always comes. Why not now?
Casya herself was confused about how to explain Tirta to her grandmother. He didn't care about his father or his mother, but he just didn't want his grandmother to find out from others. He couldn't lose his grandmother's trust. Grandma, perhaps also seeing the tension in him, approached Casya.
"Why Sya?" asks grandma.
"Ah, Grandma, it's okay."
"What's wrong? You know, every time you say it's nothing, it makes Grandma even more suspicious? Grandmother looked at it carefully, pulled Casya's arm, and held both of her granddaughter's hands.
"What's wrong? Tell me here,"  Casya's grandmother tried to ask Casya once again.
"Grandma, if someone's status changes, doesn't it bother you? Casya asked. She was afraid—not actually afraid; it was just that there was doubt in her that Grandma would accept it.
"What's that?"
If, for example, the status changes like that, how about grandma?"
"Yes, how have you changed? Do you mean from poor to rich, or from single to suddenly married? Don't tell me that you Grandma paused. Staring at Casya carefully. Especially intense. 
"What, Grandma?" Casya didn't want her grandmother to misjudge her.
Grandma exhaled, and she looked at Casya with intense and deep eyes.
"Why? Tirta has become poor. Or has Tirta been married? Actually, it's not surprising, or not surprising, that a man like him has ever married. The grandmother continued.
Casey took a deep breath and shook her head.
"But more than that, he..." Casya paused again.
"Why Sya?"
"Tirta... He has a son," Casya stammered.
"Yeah, that's okay. Grandmother said it casually, but a second later she looked at Casya with deep eyes.
"WHAT?" His scream filled the room they were in. Casya herself covered her ears because she never thought that Grandma would scream. He's always been screaming in his room or apartment all along, and this is how it feels to have someone screaming near you, he thought.
"Grandma, slow down," Casya said.
Grandma drank the mineral water that was in front of her in one gulp. And Casya saw it all with her own eyes. She gulped hard because she was afraid that Grandma would scream again, but it turned out that Grandma didn't scream; instead, she neutralised everything, slowly cooling down the atmosphere.
"He has children? Tirta?" Once again, Grandma asked because she didn't feel sure.
"Yes Grandma." Casya's answer was short, concise, and clear.
"Actually, from the first look at her, Grandma was sure she had something, whatever it was. But it could backfire on her and hurt you too. If it's grandma, it doesn't matter if she was married or had children. How about you? You can accept everything. If it's heavy, don't scream. No one is forcing you to accept everything alone. Grandma again gave her advice so that Casya could think clearly about this.
Casya shook her head and said, "Casya can accept Mike, Grandma. In fact, the little boy doesn't know why he doesn't have a mommy; should Casya make him lose his will to live again? Casya looked at her grandmother, holding her hand again. Grandma's breathing was heard.
"Are you sure? If you're not sure, don't hold back. If you have to, it's better to step back, Sis. No one will ever make fun of you, even if you step back. Maybe, for a moment, some people will comment, but they will stop by themselves. Again, the grandmother reminded It's not that he can't accept Tirta's status; he's just afraid that Casya will get hurt. This child had been injured since childhood, and he should not be held responsible for the injuries of others or his own. That's what the grandmother thought, because Casya had held herself back enough.
Casya gave a shake. She was sure and always believed in herself. So he wouldn't let Tirta go either, just because he had experienced the same thing.
"Grandma," called Casya
"Sya, grandma, I don't know what you think; it's just that when you've started everything, then you also have to end it. If you can accept Tirta and her child, you have to be fair. You accept it; it becomes a package deal. Obviously, the grandmother
"Casya is ready, Grandma; even Tirta wants to talk to Grandma if necessary. Casya said, smiling, that her grandmother didn't believe that Casya could accept Tirta and her child. He had never seen Casya this happy.
"You've really fallen in love with Tirta, haven't you? asked the grandmother, and Casya nodded.
"He never lied; he was always honest, even though sometimes Casya had to accept the surprises he had prepared being revealed; sometimes Casya didn't want to believe it, but he always made Casya believe it. He never held back Casya Grandma; he let her go. But, in fact, he always held Casya's hand tightly and didn't want to let go. But deliberately giving Casya wings to fly, even temporarily, even though in the end, Casya will return to herself, It seems like Tirta already expected that, Grandma? Casya explained without being asked by Grandma, because Grandma was just asking a normal question, and she did it without being asked for certain things.
Casya hugged her grandmother. He didn't expect that his grandmother would approve of him and Tirta.
"Thank you, Grandma," Casya said sincerely. Casya could feel that Grandma nodded behind her.
"Ah, yes. Anyway, you should tell your father. The grandmother said it again, which made Casya let go of her grandmother's embrace.
"Can you, Grandma, tell me later? Casya is too lazy to make a fuss now with her. Casya made her choice, and she didn't want her father to talk about matchmaking just to expand his company.
"He must still be trying to set you up, chuckled the grandmother. But Casya shook her head.
Sorry, Grandma, I don't want to. It's okay; the old man is as good as he pleases. Said Casya, who got pinched on her arm by her grandmother. A gentle pinch; in fact, grandma was just teasing him.
"Hush, your father is grandma's son. Said the grandmother, but Casya sneered.
Yes, Grandma, yes..." Casya went into her room after Grandma spoke like that.
"Where are you going? Grandma asked again.
"Going to my room, I want to call Tirta. If he can come, next Saturday. Casya said, glancing at her grandmother.
"Tomorrow your father can also come, you know, how's that?" asked grandma.
"Just let it be. Tomorrow Casya and Tirta will talk to Dia. Press Casya doesn't care.