CEO'S OFFICIAL MATE
Chapter 1: The past is looking for you

I may have been hurt by tragedy

But with you I found a reason to live again

Others may consider you a burden

But to me you are hope

People may think you're not worth it

You are the only hand I hold now

Others see you as a shadow

But in my eyes you are the light of light

The sound of breathing was heard flowing low filling the room. As if at war with the pressure around, there is a heavy burden that alternates in and out of the esophagus. Someone who was lying on a queen-size mattress was increasingly pulling the blanket even though sweat flowed from all over his body. With the rest of the energy he had, he grabbed a smart device that was beside the bed. He tried to open an email and send a message to someone before throwing the origin of the device to make a bottle containing painkillers fall from the bedside nightstand.

“Mom?” shortly thereafter a tall, handsome young man entered the room. He walked while avoiding the broken glass bottles scattered. With a slow motion, he rubbed the woman's shoulder.

“Mom pain?”  tanyakanya.

“Ehm..no...” The woman tried to get out of bed to convince her son that she was fine.

“Mom hurts!” while saying firmly, the young man grabbed his mother's shoulder. “This must be because of the person who claimed to be my grandmother right!”

“No Byeol, Mom will be fine, just a little dizzy,” she said.

“Will Mom just shut up and suffer again because of them?” Han Byeol looked at his mother with a look of despair. He could not hide the worry he felt over what had happened lately.

A week ago, it was early in the morning before Han Byeol left for school. Suddenly the intercom in his apartment rang. Byeol who felt the visit was unusual asked through the intercom before inviting his guests in. However, the woman did not reply and was simply confused.

“Is this really Aleya's home?” ask him using Indonesian. Han Byeol's heart trembled hearing the old man's language. Although inwardly waiting for a meeting with a brother from his hometown, but Han Byeol chose to remain silent and did not answer him. There were things that disturbed his mind until he decided to call his mother.

Aleya who did not have any prejudice immediately walked over and opened the door. How surprised Aleya was to see a couple who were in front of her were her parents from Indonesia. His mind immediately turned to Han Byeol. The reflex he pulled Han Byeol to the back of his body without realizing that his actions were futile. Han Byeol's body was now much larger and taller than him.

“Not to say hello to father and mother, why is your face.” Chrisma greeting, Aleya's mother hung down her throat as soon as her eyes were fixed on the young man behind Aleya. The entire body of the old woman bristled at the sight before her. While Aleya's father had been pecking since he stepped into the house and saw the figure of the young man at the end of the corridor of his daughter's house.

There were many different questions enveloping the four heads that were now breathing the same air. Netra was filled with excitement staring at each other to find answers. A dozen years of restraint have now found a bright spot.

There was a young soul who was now wondering who he really was.

There is a mother instinct that is afraid of the past and the pain of loss that she may feel

There are a pair of parents who may be wrongly determining the answers to perception and injustice.

“Byeol-a..” heard Aleya's call, Han Byeol just realized that his mother became a figure so different from the one he had been familiar with. Just this first time he saw his mother was so fragile and looked frail. He quickly understood and realized that this meeting was not what his mother expected.

“Mom, should I go?” although Han Byeol could and did understand Indonesian, he deliberately asked his mother using Korean. He wanted to create a personal space in the middle of the many ears he could hear.

“Sorry, can you do it?” Aleya was grateful that her son was so intelligent and understood this difficult situation. After giving her approval, Han Byeol went inside her room to pick up the bag.

“Where are you going? We're not done talking!” Chrisma who saw Han Byeol left trying to hold back his steps. He had to look at the young man even longer to make sure his sighting was not wrong.

“Papa! Arrest her! Don't let him go! I'm not hallucinating, am I? How could he have a face like Jagad!” Chrism cannot hold back his emotions. He pulled Han Byeol's arm to keep the young man there.

“Mother, Han Byeol should go to school.” Aleya tried to shake off the hands of Chrisma from Han Byeol.

“Shut up! How dare you do this to us! After what we gave you! Tega-ega You and Jagad..”.

“IBU!” Aleya shouted to stop the chrism. He was not ready to tell everything to Han Byeol, even more so in such a way, “I beg you.” Aleya's pinta while kneeling before her mother's feet.

“Mom!” Han Byeol did not willingly look at his mother, he hurriedly approached Aleya and pulled her up. Unlike before, now it was Han Byeol who stood before Aleya. His mother's body is now protected from the arms of Chrism.

Seeing Han Byeol's back made Aleya realize that now her son was no longer a child who would just sit back and look at something wrong in her eyes. Han Byeol is an adult. There was a relief that made Aleya's heart calm again. He rubbed the young man's arm to calm him down.

“Can you leave now? Mom promises to be fine and you can ask anything if Mom has finished everything.” Aleya was now pleading with Han Byeol. Protecting Han Byeol was his top priority. He did not want his son to be hurt by all the harsh realities he had been hiding.

“My grandson where are you going? I'm your grandmother.. i..” Chrism cannot stop talking. His troubled mind led him to conclude that Han Byeol was his granddaughter. The identical face of Han Byeol who was so similar to Jagad, her biological child, was like a real justification of the disgrace that Aleya had once cast on her face.

“I beg Mom, let her go to school,” pinta Aleya.

“Mama, let him go. He's still a kid and he needs to go to his school.” Thomas grabbed his arm and heavily coded the young man before him to leave immediately. On top of her sense of urgency, she knew full well what Aleya was worried about. That the young man did not deserve to hear what the old man would talk about. He also understood, that above all the bad stories of the past, he had no sin whatsoever to bear. He has the right to be happy, and let these old men bear his wounds and pains.