HUSBAND PROBLEM

The matchmaking?

Jean enters her home, approaching her relaxed mother. Watching a movie while snacking.

"What's the condition of the girls, Jean?" ask Selma.

"Good, Ma. I've given Mama's regards to Mother Panti." Jean plucked the beans in her mother's lap.

"Your sister's still in your apartment?"

"Still."

"The bad boy really is."

Then they are silent. Both focus on the screen.

"Jean, Mama wants to ask, huh." Selma suddenly made a sound.

"What, Ma?"

"Mama seems to have never seen you with anyone other than Ezar. You're normal, aren't you, son?"

Jean gawking. I was shocked to hear her mother's question.

"This mama if you ask the right little, dong."

"Serious mom, you know. Where's the wrong question from my mom?"

"Where would a parent ask such a question to his son, Ma?" Jean patted his eel.

Selma shrugged her shoulders, "Eventually you never brought a single man to Mama. Don't-don't you don't have an ex, huh?"

Jean nodded indifferently.

"Tuh, right. What's wrong with you asking like you tried?" Selma grumbling.

Jean did not respond to Selma's remarks. He chose to pretend to focus on staring at the tv screen in front of him rather than responding to his mother's unreasonable speech.

"Jean, if you're dating your friend's child, will you not?" ask Selma.

"You, if handsome and rich tajir twists seven derivatives." Answer Jean.

Selma stared silently at her daughter's face in amazement. "Well, your market price seems really bad huh, Jean. Though Mama's child is beautiful until Mama sometimes confused whose child you are."

Then Selma was busy with her phone. Typing something that Jean doesn't know what.

"What is the market price of my beloved mother?!" Jean looked at Selma. Why is this mom, anyway? Wrong eating or wrong medication?

"Jean, Mama has told the prospective besan if you want to be paired with her child. Looks like they'll be here next week" Selma said, showing her phone screen in front of Jean's face.

Wh-what? So it was real?

"Mama what the hell! I don't want a match, Ma." exclaimed Jean staring at Selma protesting.

"Eits, Mama's already recorded, Jean. You can't refuse."

Truly, Jean was really just the origin of answering when Selma asked about matchmaking. Not taking it seriously at all.

Selma patted Jean on the shoulder, "You've accepted it, my son. Mama make sure you won't regret Mama's match. Like you said, Mama make sure he's handsome and rich tajir twists seven derivatives."

Jean looked at Selma in disbelief.

What should Jean do to this mother?

***

Elsewhere, Shaka is currently in the Altair Mansion. He was contacted by his mother a few moments ago on the way home to his apartment.

Aidan kangen Shaka, said his mother. The baby could not speak. His mother's wits made no sense at all. Inevitably, Shaka turned the bow towards the Altair Mansion.

"Shaka, watch Aidan. Don't whine!" Haisa from the kitchen. The woman was making a cake with the maids.

"Yes, Mom." Shaka Sahut.

Shaka, who has been taught how to hold a baby, is getting used to it. Now, in his arms was Aidan. Shaka looked at the baby seriously.

"Hey, Aidan." Shaka said slowly to Aidan.

Aidan blinked his eyes.

"Did you know that you're called Aidan?" Shaka asked nyeleneh.

Aidan seemed to be writhing with a voice that sounded like 'eung'.

"Hey, baby. You're responding to me, right? Come on, respond me again." said Shaka still in a soft voice while rubbing Aidan's cheeks.

But Aidan closed his eyes. It seemed that Aidan was comfortable in Shaka's arms so he easily fell asleep.

Shaka instead patted Aidan on the cheek with his index finger. He made Aidan blink his eyes.

"I know my arms are comfortable, but you don't sleep."

Shaka still continued to talk to Aidan as if the baby understood every word he made. He continued to persuade Aidan to stay awake.

"Well, go back to sleep."

Aidan seemed to close his eyes tightly. With a face leaning against the chest of Shaka's field.

Haisa who saw that from the kitchen smiled slightly. Haisa knows that her son likes children. Then it's not that hard to ask Shaka to look after Aidan. Moreover, Aidan is a handsome and adorable baby boy. Anyone would be interested in that little baby.

Haisa recalled the first time she found Aidan at the door. Somehow Aidan was there, but the security of his house was quite guaranteed even though the security guard was not on guard in front, and the distance from the gate to the door of his house was also quite far.

Haisa who first saw Aidan even immediately interested and liked Aidan. Haisa until now is still not out of thought how can parents Aidan have the heart to throw away the adorable Aidan.

"Aidan seems to know you're going to be his father, Shaka" Haisa said as she approached Shaka.

Shaka sneered to hear his mother say the word 'father' to him.

"You've found a candidate to be your wife?" Haisa sat down beside Shaka.

"It's not that easy looking for a woman, ma'am." Shaka patted Aidan's back softly as the baby squirmed.

"See, I hear you even have some ex-lovers." Haisa's words sounded faint.

"On that, I'm just playing around" Shaka murmured.

Haisa looked at Shaka sharply.

Shaka who noticed Haisa's gaze, folded his lips inward.

Oops, I think I mispronounced.

"How's your relationship with Jean?"

Shaka was shocked to hear his mother's question. How did his mother know Jean?

"You know Jean?" ask Shaka slowly.

Haisa nodded. "of course. She's the girl you've been shitting about since you were a teenager, right?"

"Baa... How did you know?"

Shit, he even stammered.

"What, the hell, don't you know about yourself, Shaka? I even know you broke up with your last ex by the side of the road."

Please, whoever's covering Shaka's face right now. His face to his ears was embarrassed.

Must be Delvin, the traitor.

Shaka was just about to plan what punishment to Delvin when his mother spoke again,

"Want you help?" haisa bargained with a whispering voice, her eyebrows both in the up and down. Tease Shaka.

Shaka looked at his mother doubtfully. However, he brought his head closer to his mother and whispered, "How?"

Haisa thrust her phone. Shaka accepted with one hand still hugging Aidan.

Shaka looked seriously at what was on Haisa's phone screen. Then the look on his face was surprised and amazed.

"How's it?" Haisa asked by displaying her grin. It was as if he had offered a very brilliant idea.

Shaka seemed hesitant, "Do you know?"

"Father, let Mother take care." said Haisa wagging her hand, fortifying.

Shaka was speechless, a little hesitant at his mother's idea.

Haisa who felt Shaka think long enough, felt impatient. "Here you go, Jean has accepted it anyway. Thank goodness you were betrothed to him. Just think about it, if Jean's mother betrothed her daughter to another man. Are you sure you won't cry blood?"

Although his mother's speech impressed hyperbole, but it is undeniable Shaka also approved of his mother's speech. Looks like Shaka ate Haisa's bait.

Haisa smiled mysteriously. He was very sure Shaka would approve of his idea given that Shaka liked Jean very much.

"alright. I leave it to Mom and Dad."

Nah, kan.

How innocent and naive my son is, this.