MAMA's Soul Secret

A late regret

Darel opened the fast food package and ate it and Shaina secretly glanced at him.

"For you" Darrell gives some of his food to Shaina.

"Thank you" said Shaina who was excited to get the burger Darrell gave her, "Uummm... It's like hamburger..." Shaina muttered while chewing the burger voraciously.

Darrell chuckled, "so you've never eaten food like this?" ask Darrell.

Shaina nodded while continuing to enjoy the food in her hands.

"But by the way, fast food is not good for health" Shaina said.

Darrell smiled at Shaina who was still enjoying the burger until it was barely left.

"Know no? No one dared to protest me before whatever I did" Darrell said.

Shaina flinched and saw Darrell looking serious with his words making her shudder.

"I-I didn't mean to protest, I just said what I was thinking" Shaina muttered, "but if it's for your good why not? You also have to take care of your health so that you can always be healthy and do your activities" Shaina added.

Darrell glanced at Shaina who looked shuddery, and it made Darrell laugh until the driver was confused to see Darrell's unusual reaction.

Arriving home, the driver opens the car door for Shaina to get out as well as Darrell who comes out.

"Thank you for giving me a ride" Shaina told Darrell.

"No problem" Darrell said.

Shaina is misbehaved and Darrell tells his driver to bring Shaina shopping into the house, despite Shaina's refusal to help him.

"Come back, I'll make coffee as my thanks" Shaina said.

Darrell thought for a while until he accepted the offer.

Shaina goes to the kitchen and makes coffee as she said before and is served to Darrell sitting in the living room.

"Drink, but I don't know if I'm good or not, but Joon likes it and says it's good" Shaina said.

Darrell picked up a cup of coffee and drank it but on the first pick-up already made his face sour.

"Why? Is the coffee bad? Is it too bitter or too sweet?" Panicked Sela Shaina looked at Darrell's expression.

" No, it's just hot, the coffee's good" Darrell said.

Shaina gets more misbehaved plus time shows that soon the children will be coming home from school and she has not cooked, while Darrell is still at her house and he does not know how to tell Darrel to leave.

"Emmm... I'm back then yes, want to cook because Alice and Alfan will be home soon, they must be hungry" said Shaina.

"Please, I can be alone" said Darrell, who was far from Shaina's expectations.

Shaina returns to the kitchen to cook but to her surprise, Darel follows her to the kitchen.

"What do you cook?" Ask Darrell.

"Oh?! that's why I forgot his name, but why are you here? It's so embarrassing" Shaina said.

"Why embarrassed?".

"My kitchen's a mess"

Darrell only watched the woman's actions while leaning against the refrigerator wall.

"Excuse me, I'm going to get some tomatoes in the fridge" Shaina said.

Darrell steps away from the refrigerator and tells her a lie that often visits Joon's house first, but lately they rarely meet because of their respective work so that their relationship becomes strained.

Shaina comes to listen to the story even Darrell tells the story of Joon's childhood and himself who often played together and frequent fights between them.

"We have cookies, you want?" Sela Shaina puts the cookie tin in front of Darrell.

Darrell flings a faint smile at Shaina's unusual hospitality, as Helena used to be as naggy as Helena is now who resembles ABG by her mannerisms. Darrell unknowingly talks a lot with Shaina to the point that he cannot control himself not to laugh at Shaina's every chat until time goes on to accompany their conversation.

"It looks like I have to go" Darrell said, looking at his watch.

Shaina escorts Darrell to the door, moments after Darrell's car disappears, Alice and Alfan arrive home.

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"Hey bro, it works! The customers wait for their coffee" Harris patted Joon on the shoulder, which instantly woke Joon from his daydream.

Joon is back in touch with the espresso machine and various other items that support its performance, even if only with his left hand, but his customer this time was quite attracted his attention than others because he came with a small child.

From the appearance of the man was not from the upper class because he only used his simple clothes in addition there was a tear on the side of his jacket that was getting stronger that he could not afford. Joon's attention deepens, as the man orders for his son and not for himself.

After ordering the father and son to choose a table in the corner of the cafe, where the father just sat smiling while watching his son eat voraciously. After the meal, men came to the cashier's table to pay for their orders.

But just as they were about to get out, Joon approached them.

"Sorry before if my question is offensive, but I'm just curious to see you don't eat but only your son eats, why?", Joon asked.

The man glanced at his happy son after eating.

"It's been a few days that my son has asked to eat at this place, and I didn't have the money at that time so I couldn't fulfill that wish but now have a little money, I immediately invited him to eat, even if it was just enough for my son, so I did not eat" said the man.

Joon was silent for a moment and then he asked again, "but you can go with him".

The man smiled, "no need because seeing him happy like this alone has made me happy, this young man like you knows the happiness of a father who is enough to just see his son happy" the man said, even though he had a tired face on his face, "As hard or as hard as a father he was still an ordinary man who would do anything for the happiness of his children even if he had to sacrifice himself" continue the man.

Joon was speechless but the man again said, "if you were a father one day you would know how I feel" said the man before he left Joon.

Every sentence that came out of the man's mouth felt like a hard slap for Joon, given his former treatment of always acting as he pleased towards his parents.

The office lunch hour is over, the customer has started to be quiet, Joon met his boss in his private room, he said, he asked for a half-day work permit on the grounds that his hands hurt and were uncomfortable if he worked all day.

After permission was obtained, Joon did not go straight home but went to a multi-storey building with people passing by, where on top of the front of the building was engraved the name Calista groups.

Without greeting anyone Joon who carries a cleaning tool into the building with his unusual appearance, the hat and clothes he wears with a service cleaning strike makes him more visible as a cleaning service officer in the place. Occasionally lowered his hat so that his face covered in black mask no one recognized him even though just reprimanding him except the cynical glances he got from the formal tuned people who passed by in the building.

"Hey you!" Say someone from behind.

Joon immediately turns his body towards the person who called him, Joon lowered his face from him.

"Why are you here? Toilets over there?" Ask the guy.

"Sorry sir, I'm lost" said Joon, who turned around.

The person who reprimanded him pointed in the opposite direction from Joon's previous direction but when the person was caught off guard he immediately returned and slipped into the elevator so that it reached the upper floor, then sneak into one of the rooms.

"I don't call cleaning service here" exclaimed a man who was astonished to see the cleaning service clerk walk into his study.

Joon opens a hat and a black mask covering his face which causes the man to peck. The 35-year-old approached Joon, bowing his head, saying "sorry young master, I don't know if it's you".

Joon steps in front of the man's desk, while the owner of the desk hastily locks the door to his room.

"Looks like you're comfortable here, Cristian?" Joon said, looking back at the bowed Cristian.

"I'm sorry I can't count on this, young master" said Cristian, who lifted her head and looked at Joon.

Joon put the equipment he carried on Cristian's desk so that the owner so frowned in wonder. Joon stepped up and sat on the guest sofa in the spacious room, Cristian who noticed him since then immediately approached Joon and became misbehaved, don't know what to do when Joon looks through his stuff.

"Papa trusted you as his right hand and now I want to know what you have done together until now" Joon said.

"Young master, I'm just an ordinary secretary, who just does the and- orders".

"Tell me" Joon said, her pair of beautiful eyes no longer showed her beauty but like an arrow that shot quickly towards Cristian.

Cristian himself felt like a rabbit was being confronted by a tiger that was ready to pounce on him, so that he told everything about his main master, Mr. Salman, and the plans that were prepared for Joon before, the story was not increased or reduced by Cristian, everything is told as long as he works with his father Joon.

After hearing the whole story about the truth that Joon did not know before decided to leave the building immediately, but while in the lobby he almost passed by Mrs Rossie and her other colleagues but he managed to avoid them with his attributes that were able to trick the people.

Bad again when he came out, in front of the door turned, he came back almost to cross with darel, lucky he immediately turned his body while lowering his head in front of Darrell.

Benches are available along the river for lovers of twilight in the summer on the edge of the river that became iconic of the city, but among the rows of benches there is Joon alone, whimpering and grimacing without anyone caring, scooping his face while wiping his tears.

"Pa, I'm sorry Joon, Joon doesn't know how dear Joon is, Joon is too mean and stupid. Pa, Ma, Ervian, Joon, I'm sorry, Joon wants to go back in time and change everything, Joon wants to go home and we can start over" joon's groan among the snow that covers the earth.

"Joon misses you, come back... Joon doesn't have anyone here, brother where are you? Why doesn't sister lead Joon anymore? Mama, Joon is sorry, too often Joon hurt Mama and now Joon really needs a hug Mama... Why did you leave Joon here alone?" His cry deepened with the cold gusts of wind that drowned his moans.

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