"My son!" Right after Sheva went out of the Soekarno-Hatta Airport, he was greeted by his mother's bear hug, enough to suffocate him within a second. "You are finally back! I heard about your adventure from Anna, bless that kind girl. You must be suffering a lot there. Are all the warm clothes I pack for you enough? I mean, I heard the temperature is below 10, right? It must be freezing there! Come on, let's go home first! I have already made a warm soup for you!"
"Mom… Not here…" Sheva groaned weakly as the mother gushed over his current state. "The others are looking at me, you know? They would've laughed at me later!" He complained. Still, the boy didn't reject the attention he received; either he was too tired to do so or he knew his mother was just worried about him, so he let her do as she wanted.
