Mafia Boy's Secret

S2. Tea Party

In the afternoon in the park with the women gathered at the same table while talking together with a Tea and some snacks that accompany them.

The start of this Tea Party went according to what I planned. The women really liked what was prepared, they also repeatedly praised the garden that was deliberately decorated for this Tea Party. And of course, I can't help but be proud of myself for having arranged this park exactly what I wanted, even though there was a small debate with Marcel before. Because He did not want the place He always used with his Mother, disturbed and replaced without his permission.

I also did not have the heart to erase his memories with the Mother, finally I let the table and chair that He always used first, and also keep planting flowers that his Mother likes.

Because the beginning of Tea Party went well, I relaxed a little while listening to the stories of the Women. But, that smooth start didn't go on long enough. One of the women, suddenly offended his daughter who could read and run smoothly.

Because of that woman, other women also told about their Daughter's Son. As for me and Bella, they could only shut up and hear their babbling while casually brewing tea.

*Speaking of kids, is Marcel playing with Felix now? or did he send the boy away?* my inner.

Suddenly one of the women said. "From that, has Mr Anggara still not managed to grow seeds in the womb of Mrs Anggara?"

Because of the woman's words, I who was brewing tea immediately choked and made me cough. Bella quickly picked up the teacup I still held and gave me her handkerchief.

"Hey!! quickly bring mineral water for Madam," Bella ordered the maid.

*ah! I want to strangle the woman's neck,* my mind is still a little coughing while cleaning the tea on my face with Bella's handkerchief.

Fortunately the servants were quite nimble to get me some mineral water, and I sipped the water slowly. After feeling well enough, I put the glass on the table and gave the wet handkerchief to the waiter.

"Wash that handkerchief, and give it back to Miss Bella" I ordered.

"Okay, ma'am" said the waiter and left.

"Ehem, ehem. sorry to worry you. I am really surprised by your words, Nyonya— Hm. Can you introduce yourself again?" I said with a sweet smile to him.

I could see clearly, a face that felt annoyed mixed with fear, for not daring to go against my words. He stood up and introduced himself again.

"Oh..well, thank you for the introduction, Mrs Tara."

"I'm so grateful for your concern with my husband who still didn't make it, hahaha.... I also began to wonder, when can I have my Daughter's Son?"

"Calm down, Madam. Surely you will be rewarded with a very great Successor. I am very much waiting for the successor of the Anggara family," said another woman.

"Yes, Madam. I'm really sorry for what I'm saying that's a little uncomfortable, but I don't mean to insult you" Mrs Tara said.

"Hahaha.I know you didn't mean to insult me. And again, how could you dare to insult me" I quipped.

"Ha-ha-ha.be-right, Madam," she replied with a sour face.

*You started it first, so you yourself have to end it, *my mind.

"But, Mistress. How can you have a grandchild if you don't let your Son get married?" ask one of the women.

"I don't forbid marriage, but I only restrict Women from approaching it. I just don't want Him to meet a bad Woman."

But, Madam. What if it is not a Son, but a Princess?" ask the other woman.

"If it's a Princess, maybe I won't hold her close to a Man" I replied. I could clearly see the happy faces of those who had a Son.

*cih! I will never let any of your Sons marry my Daughter!* my inner.

"Ehem, ahem. You are indeed a good Mother Candidate, Madam. I'm looking forward to your daughter."

"Hahaha.of course, I don't want my daughter to get a stupid rule that obliges her to marry someone more powerful. Isn't that Miss Tara?" my insinuations.

The woman's face clearly showed that she was surprised by what I said, She was also briefly silent. After I called his name once more, he immediately said. "Right, Mistress. Ki-we can't treat a kid like that, haha..."

"God! I forgot, I still have work to do" he said, then got up from his position.

Seeing him standing, I immediately said. "Eh? this fast? we just started."

"Sorry profusely, madam. There's something urgent I have to take care of, next time I won't be leaving so soon."

"Haah.. alright, let me pick up my bodyguard to take you," I bargained.

"No need, Madam. I'll just go with my bodyguard" he refused.

"In that case, I have permission to resign to Mrs Anggara and other Madams" he continued, bowing.

Without further ado, I allowed him to return early with his own bodyguards. After the Lady left, there was now no more talk of the brand's Daughter's Son.

*Finally able to calm down,*my inner self while lifting my teacup with a faint smile.

We are talking about politics and the future of the world. They also occasionally ask me for advice on the problems they face in their country. Of course I give advice with pleasure.

Instead of having a bad talk and only talking about successors, I prefer a conversation about politics. It's not that I don't want to have a successor, I also want to have a Son/Daughter from my own womb. But Marcel still doesn't want that. And I, as his wife, could do nothing and could only wait while occasionally insinuating the matter of our Successor.

*CONNECT

Let's guess, about the new Anggara family successor. Can you guess, the Son or Princess who will be the successor of the Anggara Family? and what is the reason Marcel still does not want a Successor?

Answer in Comment Column yes ️*