SUPPOSE THAT...

AMAZEMENT

"...Ah, yes.." said Dave. Smoothly and almost imperceptibly, he held both of his Mother's arms and took a step back, making the 43-year-old woman's embrace loosen and detached. "...Sorry if I rarely visit.." Dave said again.

"Why apologize..??" the woman's forehead who is 43 years old but still has jet black hair without the slightest growth in gray hair said. "You've been living in Paris all this time, of course I understand that you're rarely here." she smiled at him.

Dave smiled, lowered his head and bit his lower lip.

"Are you coming home with Eva...?" asked Andreas who made Dave look straight at her.

"...No Dad, Mom still doesn't want to leave Paris" he replied flatly.

Even so, he could not hide the twinkle of happiness in his eyes, when he heard his father ask the name of the person he called Mom.

Andreas and Marisa look at each other for a moment, before Marisa grabs Dave's back and smiles at him.

" Let's have lunch together." take her.

"Ah, but..." Dave feels bad.

"Eat here for a minute Dave, please cheer up your Daddy." Andreas said in a pushy tone.

Dave was silent, he looked towards Marisa, then turned to look at her father again. At his sight the 50-year-old man whose height exceeded his height was looking at him while smiling expectantly.

"...All right, then..." Dave said after a moment of silence.

Andreas and Marisa both smiled broadly at hearing that.

In the embrace of his son and invited him to walk into following his wife who had walked first to see if the dining table had been prepared properly what not.

"Daddy is proud of you Dave." Andreas said as he looked at his son's face from the side, while his right hand still grabbed Dave's shoulder and they walked slowly towards the dining room. "You can skip classes and at the age of 19 you have graduated from INSEAD (Institut Europeen d'Administratipn des Affairs)." Andreas patted Dave on the shoulder with a proud feeling.

Dave smiled as he lowered his face with a reddened hue. He was pleased with the praise given to him, but he was ashamed to look at his father's face, what else from this close distance.

"You know, your Daddy used to have to repeat 1 new year of graduation." Andreas said in a joking tone, while still looking at Dave with a longing look.

Talking to his son like this, what else he talked about was the past, making Andreas feel like he was having a good time. Because believe it, both the face and figure of his child was so similar to someone who was so close to him in the past.

Dave laughed at it. "Dad must have been absent a lot" he said in between laughter.

"No." Andreas denied it.

Made Dave finally look towards his father in close range, because Andreas' hand was still embracing his shoulder.

"Daddy is most diligent when it comes to going to college." Andreas said proudly.

He looked at Dave with sewing eyes. "Because the Lecturer no one dared to write absent in Daddy's name, Daddy's parents often ditched." he continued, then laughed out loud.

Dave was amazed when he saw the person he called Dad laughing until his two narrowed eyes only stayed in line at close range.

His father did have a mother who is Korean-Japanese, while his father or Grandfather is Indonesian who still has Dutch ancestry.

Despite living far apart, Dave loved and idolized his father. A reliable businessman, one of the richest people in Southeast Asia, with a major business Property and Coal.

Although he has been living in Paris, but he often updates news about his father who moments ago his face also became the cover of TIME Indonesia magazine.

At the age of 50 years, with a few strands of hair that has turned white, but his body is still as fast as he was just 19 years old, Dave again thronged him with a feeling of love for his parents.

In his eyes his father still looks very handsome with both of his brown eyeballs, which Dave really wants to have, but unfortunately his eyes are black, more inclined to his Mommy.

"Dave, sit down !" Her mother said as she and her father almost reached the dinner table.

Dave's eyes rounded to see a boy who had sat first at the long dining table with carvings typical of the Japanese City.

Actually, his wife did not need to bother cooking and tucking the dining table, because in the Luxury House there are many Servants who are ready to do all the work.

But indeed Marisa is another type of Mistress from others, she said, he will continue to cook and even wash the dirty dishes used to eat that makes the Servants beg the Madam of his House not to do this anymore.

No other, if caught by Andreas or the great Lord, it can be sure they will be fired immediately.

"What are you cooking...?" andreas asked as he wrapped his right hand around his wife's waist and kissed the top of his old head. His wife was only 158 cm tall, very tiny compared to her height of 185 cm.

"I'm cooking your favorite rendang." Marisa said while looking towards him.

Andreas smiled broadly. "Let's know I miss your rendang" he said.

The two of them laughed heartily while looking at each other with Andreas' hands still coiled around his wife's waist.

Dave who was still standing beside the chair and had not sat down, clenched his lips with a frown that was wrinkled to see the scene that was right in front of his eyes.

His chest rumbled to see the affection of the Husband and Wife couple. Making her memories drift into her childhood of a miserable woman she sees every night crying alone in her dark luxury room.

"....What is Brother whose name is Dev's sister...?" kiandra's voice was like bringing her back to reality.

Dave looked at the 5-year-old boy.

Dave's forehead is increasingly wrinkled when he sees the two eyeballs that the child has are also bright brown, the eyeballs belong to his Daddy.

"You're not sitting down Dave...?" Andreas says.

Dave's gaze immediately turned to the source of the voice, at the sight of his father sitting next to his wife.

Dave quietly sighed, then sat down beside Kiandara.

The meal began, some female servants stood not far from them, preparing to wait for orders such as their employers need something.

"Dave, try..." Marisa scoops the rendang meat onto Dave's empty plate. "Your daddy really likes meat shawls." He smiled gently at Dave who was looking at him.

"...Thank you.." he said slowly while avoiding the eyes of his mother.

"Eat a lot of Dave." Andreas who sat right in front of him smiled.

Dave only smiled faintly and for a moment.

After the prayer led by Andreas as the Head of the Family, they immediately began a lunch. They eat without talking, because that is the ethics of eating.

Dave spooned his rice little by little, not that he was not hungry, or that the taste of his mother's cooking was less palatable, but he was like estranged between them.

"Mother, is she Dev's sister whom I used to tell...??" kiandra asked after they had finished eating and just ate a fruit dessert.

"Oh yeah...You don't know Dave yet...??" Marisa said softly.

The boy looked at each other with Dave sitting next to him.

"Yes, Kian has never met Dave before." Andreas.

Dave was only silent, all this time he was only a few times able to meet his family.

"Let's meet Kak Dave. " Marisa smiled at her son.

Kiandra looked at the handsome man who looked at her, reaching out his hand. "...Hello Brother Dave, I am Kiandra.." he said.

At first Dave was silent, but then he smiled at the little boy for a moment, then shook his hand.