Phoenix Revenge System-Chapter 119: PRS 20 Liona

Arto entered the house and saw his wife still busy in the kitchen since finishing breakfast earlier. Finally, he couldn’t suppress the curiosity that had been stirring in his heart.

"Honey, are we expecting important guests that you’re cooking so many different dishes?" he asked with a very curious expression as he approached his wife, who was busy in front of the stove.

"You’ve been cooking since this morning. Is there something special today?" Arto asked again as he looked at each dish.

However, when Arto saw the variety of dishes his wife had cooked, his brow furrowed deeply. His eyes narrowed as he tried to make sure he was seeing correctly.

Atri, who had already anticipated this would happen, looked at her husband with a smile. "What’s on your mind is the answer," she said as she returned to busy herself with the fried chicken in front of her, flipping it over so it would cook evenly.

All the dishes his wife had cooked were his youngest daughter Lura’s favorites, causing Arto to take several deep breaths. His chest felt tight as he remembered his daughter who had not come home for a long time.

"Come on, Mom, don’t keep hoping that Lura will come home. It will only make you sadder. You will be disappointed if they don’t come," said Arto as he hugged his wife from behind and kissed her head gently, trying to comfort her.

In fact, Lura’s parents had long forgiven their daughter for all her mistakes. After Lura and her family stopped visiting during Eid al-Fitr as they had done in previous years, it was just that as parents, their pride was too high, so they could only wait for their daughter and her family to visit them in the city of U.

And Atri, whenever she missed her youngest daughter, she would cook all of Lura’s favorite foods, like today, so it was not wrong for Arto to misinterpret her current behavior as a mother’s longing for her child.

"Sir, you might not believe me if I told you that I met Lura, her husband, and their child at the market earlier!" said Atri with sparkling eyes, her voice full of uncontrollable joy.

"Really, sir! They were really at the market this morning. I’m not dreaming!" she added convincingly.

"We have a grandchild again, sir. A baby girl around five months old. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also a lucky star for our family. I can feel it!" said Atri enthusiastically.

"What do you mean, Mom...?" asked Arto suspiciously, his eyebrows raised high, still not able to fully believe it.

Atri then explained in detail how she could hear her granddaughter’s heartbeat and how cute and smart her granddaughter was. She recounted everything with great enthusiasm, her hands gesturing to illustrate how cute Liona was.

"The baby is so smart, sir! She can eat cookies neatly by herself. And the voice I hear in my head is truly magical!" Atri explained at length.

Arto looked into his wife’s eyes, trying to find any sign of deception, but found none. His eyes, which had lived with Atri for decades, knew very well that his wife was not lying.

And he couldn’t wait to meet the granddaughter that his youngest daughter had just given birth to, to see if she was as his wife had described.

"If that’s really the case, are you sure they’ll come here?" asked Arto cautiously, not wanting his wife to get her hopes up and be disappointed later.

Atri, who was in high spirits, quickly finished her work and arranged the food she had cooked on the table. Her hands moved deftly, neatly arranging the plates.

"If I’m not mistaken, they’ll probably be here soon. Lura promised to stop by after they finished their business at the dealership," said Atri as she began to set the dining table to look neat and beautiful because she knew very well that Lura loved cleanliness and beauty, especially in the presentation of the food she was about to eat.

"I hope so, Ma’am. It’s been so long since we last saw Lura and her family," said Arto, his voice trembling slightly.

As soon as Atri finished speaking, there was a knock at the door, prompting the fifty-year-old woman to quickly walk over to open it. Her heart was pounding with anticipation.

Knock knock knock...

"Haloo..." said Lura and Laus in unison from behind the door.

"Yes. Wait ..." replied Atri as she hurriedly opened the door, a broad smile spreading across her face.

Arto stood behind his wife to make sure that it was really Lura and her family who had come.

Seeing that his youngest daughter was plumper and her face looked fresher than the last time they met about six years ago, Arto felt a great sense of relief. The weight on his chest seemed to lift.

"Thank God, they seem to be fine," Arto thought to himself.

"Wow, Grandpa and Grandma’s house is so big and cool," Liona said to herself as she looked around with sparkling eyes.

Arto, who heard the sound of a baby but did not see the baby in Lura’s arms, opened his mouth in surprise and froze for a moment. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Was my mother right? Was that just now the voice of my granddaughter?" he wondered, trying to find the source of the voice.

Arto’s reverie was broken when his wife’s voice echoed in the air again, making the awkwardness that had previously gripped him disappear as the beautiful little baby looked at him and smiled brightly.

"Come in, you must be tired after such a long journey. Have you eaten yet? I’ve cooked a lot," said Atri, immediately reaching out her arms to Liona, who welcomed her grandmother’s embrace.

"Grandma..." said Liona, hugging Atri’s neck affectionately.

"Lioni, this is Grandpa Arto. Say hello..." said Atri, introducing her husband as she brought Lioni closer.

"Grandpa..." said Liona politely in her adorable baby voice.

Arto smiled broadly and immediately took Liona from his wife’s arms and lifted her high, making the beautiful baby laugh with delight. Liona’s cheerful laughter filled the room.

"Hahaha! So high, Grandpa!" exclaimed Liona happily.

"I didn’t expect Grandpa to love me so much, even though we just met. Blood ties are indeed unbreakable. Even though we are far apart and have never met, love is still there," she thought to herself with a sweet smile.

This time, hearing a voice that he was sure was his granddaughter’s inner voice, Arto was no longer surprised and instead looked very happy. His smile grew even wider.

Seeing Lura and Laus’s calm expressions, Arto felt that perhaps only he and his wife could hear Liona’s inner voice.

Realizing this, the smile on his face grew even wider because he thought that he and his wife were very special to be able to hear the voice of the beautiful baby’s heart.

"Thanks God, we have been given this privilege," Arto thought gratefully.

Seeing that it was already lunchtime, after chatting briefly about their journey and the conditions in the village, Atri quickly invited her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to have lunch together.

"You guys sit down first, Mom will get Liona’s high chair," said Atri as she hurried to the backyard.

Seeing all her favorite foods laid out on the table, tears welled up in Lura’s eyes and she felt very guilty. Her chest tightened as she held back her sobs.

"Mom still remembers all my favorite foods," she muttered softly.

"I’m sorry..." Lura said softly as she bowed her head, tears beginning to fall.

Atri, who had just come from the backyard to fetch Liona’s dining chair, which she had cleaned and deliberately left out to dry, saw the awkward atmosphere at the dining table and gently patted her daughter’s shoulder.

"It’s all in the past, dear. We have forgiven you, so don’t be sad anymore. Mom and Dad haven’t been angry for a long time. Come eat, we’ll continue talking after we eat. The food will get cold," said Atri, who was responded to with a nod from Lura as she wiped her tears.

Atri immediately took Liona from her husband’s arms and sat her in the baby high chair, which belonged to Lura and was still neatly stored away. The chair had been stored for years, waiting for her grandchildren to use it.

Although it was not new, it was still in good condition and usable, making Liona, who was sitting in a baby high chair for the first time, very happy.

"Wow, a special chair for Liona!" she exclaimed happily in her heart.

"Does Liona like it? If Liona likes it, she can take this high chair home later. Grandma has kept this chair especially for her grandchildren," said Atri attentively as she adjusted Liona’s position to make her comfortable.

"I like it... I like it..." replied Liona happily, clapping her little hands.

At home, Liona had been able to eat on her own since she could hold a spoon and fork properly, so Lura served her rice, vegetables, and her favorite side dishes in just the right portions.

Everyone ate lunch in silence because this had always been the rule in Lura’s family. Only occasionally could the sound of spoons and forks touching plates be heard.

Seeing how gracefully Liona ate, Atri and Arto were a little surprised because they did not expect that a baby who was almost five months old could eat neatly and cleanly by herself, very different from most babies who were still only crawling and playing.

Even a one-year-old baby who could eat by themselves would be very messy and dirty. In fact, because they often make a mess, many parents choose to feed their children instead of training them to eat.

Seeing the intense gaze of her parents on Liona, Lura felt a little uneasy, so she glanced at her husband several times, trying to communicate silently. Her eyes seemed to ask, "Is it okay?"

"Mom thinks too much. Even though they were surprised, Grandma and Grandpa didn’t think I was strange. In fact, they were proud to have a grandchild as smart as me," Liona thought proudly as she continued to eat calmly.

Seeing her baby starting to be narcissistic, Lura could only sigh softly because she was already used to Liona’s very narcissistic attitude. But not for Arto and Atri, who thought their granddaughter was so adorable that it made them want to spend more time with the beautiful baby.

"Our granddaughter is extraordinary, isn’t she, Mom?" whispered Arto to his wife.

"Yes, sir. She’s really special," replied Arto in a whisper.

After eating, thanks to Liona, Lura and her parents had now cleared up the misunderstanding that had caused them to be at odds for quite a long time. They sat in the living room chatting at length.

It all started with a miscalculation of the weton, which caused both of them to have a weton with the number twenty-five. For some people, especially Lura’s father, Arto, who still firmly believed in this culture, clearly rejected it because it was considered unlucky.

The number twenty-five was considered bad and unlucky because the household that the two of them would run would often experience problems, arguments, and infidelity.

These problems could arise due to differences in character, economic problems, or various misfortunes, so it was strongly opposed without knowing that the weton Laus had given was wrong because he was the same as Liona, born in the afternoon, after Asr prayer, whose weton was already included in the market the next day.

"So all this time we’ve been calculating it wrong, sir," Lura explained patiently.

"I see. I apologize for being stubborn before," Arto said regretfully.

And now, this problem has been resolved, and both of them have realized their respective mistakes, confessed their faults, apologized, and ended up hugging each other tightly. Tears of joy flowed down their cheeks.

"How beautiful family togetherness like this is. But unfortunately, this happiness must be tarnished by the immoral behavior of Mother’s brother-in-law," Liona suddenly muttered to herself.

Everyone who had been happily crying suddenly fell silent upon hearing Liona’s inner voice, and this also affected the emotions of the thirty-three-year-old man who had just entered the yard, as he felt that the voice of the baby was referring to his wife.

The atmosphere tensed up in an instant. All eyes were fixed on the door that was about to open.