My husband's a Mommy's son

Visited

Farhan stopped his car right in front of the white gate, looking at the house whose design was almost all white as well. Suddenly he missed a woman, the woman who once made his heart shake. It is Mother, a middle-aged woman who has an adorable behavior. Farhan misses that. Want to feel the moment that happened in his office at that time.

Not long after his car stopped, a security guard came to open the gate. Farhan's car starts to enter Jennie's yard which is not big enough for her. Farhan walked slowly towards the entrance as soon as he got out of his car. For the first time Farhan felt insecure when visiting someone's home. A little nervously Farhan pressed down on the bell of the house, waiting for the door to open while stomping his feet to the floor. Not long after that the door opened.

"Farhan?" Mother was surprised to find out who the guests were coming. Mother's pair of pretty eyes looked at Farhan longingly. For a moment the two stared at each other with equally wide smiles. There is a longing for two people who are still difficult to unite. Perhaps still waiting for the destiny movement of the Creator.

"Can I visit?" Farhan still faithfully showed his brightest smile like a rainbow.

"Please, Farhan. Come inside!" Mother walked towards the living room followed by Farhan behind her. The two sat facing each other in the living room.

"Are you having a lot of free time, I was very surprised to see someone as important as you come to my house, Farhan." She smiled while crossing her legs.

"As you would expect. I miss your ginger chocolates Madam," Farhan joked.

"Hahahaha, you're addicted, yeah. Farhan can call me if you want to eat the chocolate, no need to bother coming here. I'll send the chocolates to your office."

"Can't I go to your house, ma'am?" Farhan scratched his forehead unhappily. When compared to Jennie, Farhan was indeed a little more sensitive than her.

"Buahaha. You're so sensitive, anyway? I just want to make it easy for you, doesn't mean you shouldn't come here." Mother chuckled cheerfully.

"Hmm." Berdeham.

"I have two boxes of chocolate stock, I'll prepare it for you." Hearing the mother say that Farhan's face turned happy.

Bibi came to bring fresh drinks for Farhan and Mommy. "Please drink, sir." Aunty greeted, Farhan only replied with a faint smile.

"Please pack the chocolate in the closet, Bi. Then bring it here." Mother says.

"Good Mistress." Aunty passed away going back to the kitchen, preparing chocolates for Farhan.

"How's Jennie doing, is she okay?" Honestly, Mommy misses her daughter very much. But he did not dare to ask Farhan. He knew that the man in front of him was very sensitive when asked about Jennie.

"Don't worry, your son is under our supervision. She's gonna be okay." Farhan replied in straightforward and polite language.

"I believe you, Farhan. A good man like you will always protect my daughter well."

"Haha." Farhan chuckled, then drank the glass of drink in front of him, he said again after putting the glass back. "It seems you trust me too much, madam."

"Of course, I'm sure you're a very good boy. Mr. Haris and Mrs Dina must have educated you well since childhood," Mother said from guessing.

Whether to get that belief from where, clearly Mother feels Farhan is a good child. Only his behavior was a bit horrible.

"It seems you're wrong, madam. I'm not Mr. Haris and Mrs Dina's biological child, I'm just their adopted son."

"Then it must have been your birth mother who took good care of you all along." Again and again Mother origin spoke.

"I don't have a mother, I'm just an out-of-wedlock child thrown out on the street. Lucky there's a nice guy who took me to a definite upbringing." Farhan spoke very calmly while noticing the change in Mother's expression. The woman's body seemed to tremble at Farhan's statement.

Do you feel insinuated madam, your son you threw away can breathe well now.

"Hahaha it looks like my mother can live happily after dumping me. Forget it, I don't want to discuss personal matters."

"Alright, but you can think of me as your real mother if you want. Call me Mother." The middle-aged woman said with a serious face.

"Haha. With pleasure, Mother." Farhan laughed mirically.

I must reveal this mystery immediately. Maybe Jennie can help me.

"All right my son." Mother laughed.

"This is for you, Madam." Looks like Farhan is still awkward calling mother. The man held out a small box. Mother then opened it.

"What is this, Farhan?" Mother was surprised when she saw the necklace with a very beautiful diamond pendant. A woman's eyes would definitely be amazed to see such an object.

"That's for you, ma'am. Think of it as my gratitude because you gave me your precious chocolate."

"I don't think I deserve this fancy, Farhan." Even her own husband had never given her such an expensive item.

"I'd be very disappointed if you wouldn't accept it, Mother." Farhan made clear Mother said as she said it. "I'd be happy if you'd wear my necklace."

"Thank you, Farhan." Mother was a little moved to accept it.

"Your daughter also gave me a necklace that she said was very valuable. Do you know this necklace?" Take the necklace out of his pants pocket. Then show it to Mother.

"That canyon?" Shocked is not playing. "This is my son's birthmark necklace. I designed these two necklaces for my son and daughter while still in high school."

"It looks like you have excellent designing talent, ma'am." Farhan smiled meaningfully.

"But why would Jennie give you her necklace?"

"Do you have any objections? You're not willing?" The Ice Mountain Man looked angry.

"No. No. It's just that I'm confused as to why Jennie could give you her most precious possession." The mother's forehead looked wrinkled like she was thinking of something.

"Because he has regarded me as his own biological brother."

Mother aghast. There were tears that he had been holding back from earlier. Jennie would have loved to have a kaka, had my son been alive, would have been as big as you, Farhan.

"I'll give it back if you don't."

"No. No. That necklace belongs to my daughter, she's entitled to give it to anyone."

"Thank you, I love this necklace design." Smiling wryly.

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