The Village Girl Belongs to Mr. Amnesia

Chapters. #142

After arriving at William's residence, Ray immediately invited Yola to get out of the car. The man tells Yolanda to be a little calm and if asked questions should answer casually. Let's just say this isn't drama. Although it was difficult, Yola would still try it.

Yola stared at the huge palace building that was in front of her at this moment, it was magnificent and luxurious. Yola did not know how tired it would be if she had to sweep the courtyard and the house.

The two of them entered the house and were greeted warmly by Kiara, the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful was directly hugging Yola's body.

"Oh, so this is Mama's future daughter-in-law" Kiara said, making Yola feel a little guilty.

They all sat on the couch.

"What's your name, son?" Raymond asked directly.

"Yolanda, sir."

"Hey don't call me Sir, just call me Om."

Yola nodded with her sweet smile.

"Have you two eaten?"

"Su—"

"It just so happens not yet, Om. Earlier, Mas Ray immediately invited me here and we did not stop by the place to eat first" said Yola who was already feeling very hungry.

Ray just patted his forehead, but he was intending to say it already, but the girl in front of him interjected quickly. Very bar bar.

Raymond and Kiara laughed, and they invited Yola to dinner together.

A few minutes later, Yola helped the housekeeper clean the dirty dishes. Although Bibi and Kiara had already prevented it, but Yola still insisted on helping. Kiara quite saluted the girl in front of her back then, she was not at all like the other girls.

After feeling their stomachs full, they went back to chatting.

"Yola, where do you work?"

Yola silenced her mouth, did she have to say if she was an OG, or was she better off lying in saving the shame of a Rayyan?

"He works as a chef, Ma. Yeah, chef."

"Well, you're a chef, son? Then you're good at cooking."

"Lumayan, Aunt. I keep learning so I can be a good cook."

"It's worth it that you look deftly doing housework, like cleaning the dishes."

"Where's your house, son? And your parents?"

"I live on mango street number 202, Auntie. My father is gone, and I am with my mother." Yola said the truth if it was about her parents.

"Oh, we're sorry. Can Aunty know your age, son?"

"Twenty-five years, Auntie."

"Well, it's suitable for marriage. So, when are you going to inaugurate this relationship to a more serious level?" Kiara was impatient, she made the two young people a little confused.

"Ma, what are you saying? Give time to them, "reproved Ray and answered a small laugh by Kiara.

"Mama can't wait to hold a grandchild,"

Rayyan shook her head to see the behavior of the mother.

"One year."

"Eight months."

Rayyan and Yola answered simultaneously but differently, it was able to load Kiara in wonder.

"Where is it right? One year or eight months?"

"Look, Ma. Actually we've been in a relationship for almost a year, and probably about eight months. Yeah, right, honey?" Ray nudged Yola's arm.

"I—iya, that was what he meant, Auntie."

Kiara could only nod, she believed what her son had said.

It didn't feel like time was going fast, it was almost an hour Yola was there and they were very connected in the conversation. Kiara likes the girl as well as Raymond. He knew that his son's choice would never be wrong.

"Mama hopes Yola can play here often. Reva lives out of town, and it makes Mama a little lonely because there's no friends."

"If there is free time, Yola will definitely visit often, Auntie."

"Smart kid. Say hi to Mama, huh?" Kiara stroked Yola's arm.

After saying goodbye, Yola and Rayyan got into the car. Then the vehicle drove away. In the car it was very awkward, both of them just kept quiet.

"I'm sorry, my mom is like that.''

"Why, Sir? I'm not questioning anything, even I'm so happy to get to know your Mama. He was very friendly and kind."

"Yola, can I ask you something?"

"Say, Master. What's up?"

"I think you're very clever. Then, why don't you go to school, college for example."

"Honestly, I got a scholarship, sir. However, since my father was ill, I did not take the scholarship. I prefer to work, looking for money for my father's treatment.''

Ray was quite amazed by Yola, the girl did not think about her prestige.

Yola looked at the circular clock on Rayyan's wrist, it was so beautiful and unique.

''Sir, your watch is very beautiful.''

Ray saw the clock. "Yes, this is a gift from my late wife-to-be. It's been a few years and I still keep it, this is a very valuable thing for me.''

Yola was silent, she was curious about the word late wife.

"Have you ever had a lover?"

Rayyan said she could only answer honestly. ''Even we decided to get married, but fate said something else. God loves him more, and I can what?''

'Is it because of that, Mr Ray closed his heart and seemed reluctant to be close to other women? But, everyone thought Mr. Ray had a perversion that is same-sex enthusiasts.' Inner Yola guessed.

{*Connected**}