110. Face-Palmed

Once in a while, Anantha protested,  glancing scathingly at the two happy women discussing bright blue clothes with flower patterns exploring the fabric. It looked like a depiction of root vines reaching out for water sources. Ananta's expression of annoyance did not get the chance to interrupt the women's conversation.

"Did you make sure Alan was full before you left?" Indah got out of the car, clutching a bag in her armpit. She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing it again even after it was perfectly combed.

"Of course, Mom. I have supplies of breastmilk in the freezer," Aliana was no less excited. Even though she had given birth not long ago, now she was gracefully wearing her high heels again. The combination of a white shirt with a long skirt below the knee, added with a blazer she wore, was no less annoying. Just like the mother, she donned a particular Madura batik from Pamekasan.