The Sovereign of the Heart (Bern & Renata)

Chapter 11

As a result of his mother's words, Renata could not close his eyes all night. He was constantly thinking hard about whether to do a DNA test between Justin and Bern or not. Renata felt this way was somewhat ambiguous. She and Bern had only met once, and they hadn't talked much. He suddenly asked the man's permission to do a DNA test with his son. Kan's weird. Yes, if Bern can understand that. Lf it doesn't? Is Renata not ashamed of himself. Hmmmmmmm.

But if this test isn't done, ah, my goodness. What the hell am I thinking. Why should I obey your wishes. Justin is not Bern's son, I know that.

Unwilling to drag on in thoughtless thoughts, Renata decided to get out of the room. He went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his family and also provisions for his son. Even though there is a nanny in this house and also a waiter, Renata still comes down to help. It feels like this activity has become a routine. So once he wakes up, he will be busy in the kitchen along with the servants.

"Good morning, Miss Renata," said the waiters who were choosing vegetables.

"Good morning back, Bi," Renata said kindly. He then joined the others.

"Miss, little master hasn't woken up yet?" ask one of the servants. "Don't you cry when you're alone in your room?"

"Not yet, Justin hasn't woken up." Renata smiles. "Maybe yesterday she cried because she was bored at home. That is why it deliberately makes a move to attract our attention. That way he'll just be taken for a walk."

"The name is also children, Non. There must be something that makes people nervous."

Renata and the servants both chuckled funnyly when talking about Justin's mischief. Until unconsciously the sound of their laughter invited the attention of the host who had just come out of the room.

"Ehmm-ukhmmm!" Max cleared his throat while leaning against the wall. He looked suspiciously at his daughter who was busy chatting with the waiters in the kitchen. "In the morning, you are already gossiping. What the hell is the topic? So curious."

Renata. He shook his head, no wonder his father's messiness.

"Dad is like never being young. I always want to know what others are talking about. Fuck up!" namel Renata. He spoke in a joking tone.

"What if Dad wants to know what you're talking about. No sin, right?" ask Max.

"Sin is not, it's just weird. Dad it's a boy, another story that Mom asked. Isn't everything?"

"Miss Renata is right, sir," said the compact servants defending their miss.

Max rolled his eyes. It's been very memorized that all the servants in this house never want to side with him. When Max wants to tease the group of women again, Justin's crying sounds from inside his room. Soon he darted like the wind before his wife came first. Biasalah, Max and Nandira like a mortal enemy every time fighting for grandchildren. And he won't budge even if Nandira comes with a samurai.

"Max, what did you do to my granddaughter. You mean grandfather!" nandira shouted as she galloped towards her grandson's room.

"You guys see that? How could Justin not have a big head if his grandmother always put up a body to defend. Geez," said Renata again complained about the attitude of his parents. One likes to look for problems, while the other always pairs up no matter the son is wrong or not.

"If parents say of old, their affection for the grandchild is a thousand times greater than the affection they devote to the child themselves. Just like Mr. Max and Mrs Nandira did. Even though Justin was born without a father, they still love him with all their heart. It's not my sassy, Miss Renata. But I was just telling you funny facts about the relationship between grandchildren and their grandparents. I'm sorry if anything makes you uncomfortable" said one of the servants, politely apologizing.

Perhaps if the one who heard such talk was not Renata, this servant would definitely be immediately reprimanded. However, because Renata is very understanding and not easily offended, he can accept the talk with chesty air. However, what this servant said was true that Justin was born without a father. Not without the truth, but Renata who can't remember who it is.

"Sometimes I feel really sorry for Justin when he asks where his father is. My heart is like an iris, sore and also very painful. Every night before I go to bed I wonder who the man who made me pregnant was. Whether this person is my lover or I am pregnant because someone has done evil to me. But no matter how hard I try to remember, I still do not find the answer. I was confused as to what to do" Renata complained to the waiter. He often does this when the heart is restless. For Renata, the waiter who works at her house already thinks like her own family, so she can easily share her story with them. Like now, for example.

"Don't push yourself too hard, miss. Try it's okay, but Miss must remember there's still Justin who needs Miss. So don't get sick. Yea?"

"Yes, Auntie. I can't be sick just thinking about this."

"We're worried,"

Renata nodded slowly. He then thought about the intention of the mother who wanted to do a DNA test on Justin and Bern. Because this problem had made him unable to sleep, Renata decided to ask the opinions of the servants. Who knows of them Renata can get the bright way before making a decision.

"Oyeah, Auntie. Yesterday while Justin and I were walking in the mall, a stranger came to us. This man is named Bern. He said my face and his girlfriend's face were very similar. Then after I told Mom about this, Mom suggested that I do a DNA test between Justin and Bern. Mom came to the conclusion that Bern could have been Justin's real father, considering that I've had memory loss since the accident three years ago. How do you think? It's strange not if I suddenly ask a foreign man to do a DNA test with my son?" said Renata while staring one by one the servants who were there.

The facial expressions of the servants looked different after they were asked for an opinion by the master. After looking at each other, one of them decided to become a representative.

"Miss, do you think there's a chance that not if little master Justin is Mr Bern's son? Em of possible facial resemblance,"

Renata's eyebrows are tied together. He was remembering what Bern's face looked like. Last night because it was still awkward, Renata did not pay much attention to what the man looked like. He just glanced at her.

Not even Renata had time to answer the waiter's question, Justin had already left the room. The little boy cried bitterly while complaining that his grandmother was being persecuted by his grandfather. Renata and the servants who heard the complaint shook their heads. It's no wonder. Hmmmm.

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