My Idol Boyfriend's

46. The Meeting People (2)

"Welcome, Madam.."

The workers greeted him with respect. The hostess doesn't care about the welcome of the workers. He immediately waved them all back to work.

His gaze circulated throughout the room. Elea who saw the big madam immediately approached.

"You've come, madam.." Elea greeted respectfully.

"Where is he?"

"Miss Yana's with Madam's pastry chef. They're gonna need Apple Pie.." Obviously Elea.

"My earrings are there.."

"Good.."

The hostess stopped a bit away from Yana. His eyes could not be separated from Yana who was busy making Pie with the chef. All his movements did not escape the supervision of the Madam. Elea who was behind opened her voice.

"Shall I call Miss Yana?"

"No. I'll be approaching him in a minute. Looks like they're waiting for a ripe pie.."

Ting

The oven bell rang. The chef's pie and Yan's are ripe. Carefully the chef picked it up from inside the oven. Yana waited anxiously. He was afraid that his cake would fail because of his unskilled hands. But his anxiety was broken with the Apple Pie that was perfectly presented. The yellow color is evenly distributed and the apples are cooked enough to become soft. Yana's teary eyes looked at the beautiful Pie in front of her. Yana would really appreciate the pie. The first cut he'll give Max later. Yana unceasingly thanked the chef to make him clumsy.

As Yana smears butter at the chef's orders, the hostess approaches them.

"It looks so delicious. Can I taste it?"

Yana looked at the source of the voice.

"Greetings to the Madam.." The cake chef saluted the hostess.

"Mistress?" The butter brush fell from Yana's hand.

The look they meet. Yana froze for a moment.

"Greetings to me Mrs Yana.." Sapa Yana looked down respectfully. His eyes fell to the floor.

Max says they'll be back the day after tomorrow and probably won't see each other because Yana's only three days in New York. Yana swallowed her own saliva. His hand trembled a little. He realized that at this time Max's mother must be moving him from top to bottom while muttering in her heart, so this is my son's lover. Surely.it must be like that. Just imagine the cold sweat on Yana's forehead.

"Oh salam know. I'm Max's mother. You can lift your face up Yana.." The voice of the Madam was soft.

"Thank you.."

But Yana still refused to hold her head up. His gaze was again downcast although not as low as before. First meeting with Max's mother. She must have known that Yana was Max's lover. If not its existence now is quite clearly describing it. Yana was born from an ordinary family in remote parts of Indonesia. No one taught him the ethics of the rich. Manners meet elite people. He moves on the basis of conscience. Maybe he looks stiff right now.

"What are you doing?"

"The chef is making Apple Pie so I'm helping out a little bit.."

"See very good..is it available now?"

Chef nodded.

"Will you have tea with me?"

Yana looked up then nodded slowly. After that his head went back down.

"Make us some tea and serve us Elea's pie.."

"Good Mistress.."

"Where follow me.."

Max's mother walked out of the kitchen then to the terrace near the pool. Yana followed him from behind with her face still down.

A small table set for four people has been neat with tea and small snacks including the Apple Pie that Yana made earlier.

Yana's gaze was still down. The atmosphere between them looked clumsy. Every now and then Yana glances at Max's mother. Although it looks old, but the beauty of Max's mother still emanates. Yana wonders how old Max's mother is. His age is obviously young Yana, but Yana is less. How can one look like a goddess. Her skin was pure white, her hair was gleaming. Her body is beautiful. The way he walks, the way he talks with others is a reflection of high ethics. His voice was soft, his movements smooth.

"Are you tense?" Max's mother said as she sipped her tea.

"Ah I don't. I don't know how to.." Yana smiled thinly then looked back down.

"Hey why is that? Do I look creepy?" Max's mother's voice was shrill.

"Not so, Madam.."

Max's mother frowned at the Madam's name from Yana's mouth.

"Why do you call me Madam?" Max's mother grunts.

Im Soohyang is Max's mother. He is a famous former artist in Korea. She falls in love with Max's Korean-American father. He chose to leave the entertainment world and then live in New York until now. Giving birth to Max does not fade her beauty. Max is his only child. Life in the middle of two men smothering his chest. He always wanted to have a daughter who could be invited everywhere, who could understand the world of women. Hearing Max who has a lover makes him excited. He wanted to meet the girl soon. He's wondering what the girl's gonna look like to make an iceberg like Max melt. His return that should have been accelerated today.

Max's mother came home alone because Max's father still had to finish his business in Tuscany. After telling Elea that Yana has arrived, Max's mother immediately returns to New York. When he arrived he immediately looked for Yana. The girl was beyond his expectations.

"Huh?"

Yana's innocent face reminded her of her young age. Max's mother's eyes can't escape from Yana. Yana may not be the prettiest girl she has ever met but she has something interesting. His eyes were honest, without ambition and what they were. Open the eyes she often meets. Highlight who puts himself like a tender prey. His movements look sincere and honest. Perhaps it was this charm that shook Max's frozen heart.

"Call me mother, just like Max.."

Yana's face looked up. "I'm sorry but.." Yana doubt.

"That's it.. Just relax ok?"

Max's mother really likes Yana. Yana's adorable face made her want to pinch her cheeks. She's gorgeous. Max is very smart looking for women to date. That brat.

"How long have you been dating?"

"One year.." Answer Yana slowly. His hand grabbed the cup and then sipped the tea.

"It's delicious. You're very good at cooking.." Max's mother tasted one piece of pie.

"The chef made it. I just helped him.."

It was this tenderness that touched Max's mother's heart. His desire to have a daughter was finally realized.

"Well, can we be friends?"

"Of course. mother.." Yana replied awkwardly.

Her delicate words and sincere smile, Yana's tension melted away. Max's mother's expectation on his head disappeared instantly. The fear that Max's mother didn't like him turned out to be just her own fear. Max's mother was warm. Words calm.

"Did Max bother you?"

"Max doesn't.."

"He's stubborn, right?"

"Very.."

"Maha.." Laughter exploded from the two of them.

Their conversation flows with the main topic being Max and some conversations about Max's father.

Yana's heart was relieved. Looks like she's acceptable to Max's mother. That afternoon she spent with Max's mother telling him everything she had ever experienced. Yana is like diving into the labyrinth of a new life.

His anxiety ran off without a trace.

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