CEO Seed
Chapter 9

"Mother."

"Yes, honey?"

"Shaka has no father, anyway?"

The heart of Kania is racing faster than usual. At the age of four, Shaka first asked about his father.

"Arga, dong, bundles. He said his dad's coming home tomorrow, he's going for a walk." Shaka is still chattering ria. While the brain Kania thinking is not necessarily direction.

"Shaka's dad works too, huh, bund?"

Kania smiled faintly. His brain was dead, unable to think what answer would be given to Shaka. "Shaka sleeps, yuk. Tomorrow, right, Shaka has to go to school." Kania tried to divert the conversation.

"Mother hasn't answered Shaka. Where's Shaka's dad, bund?"

Kania's eyes closed at the urging of her son. His smart son was too smart to process vocabulary to ask what he wanted to know. Shaka is also a good reminder and copycat. What he heard, what he saw, was clearly recorded in his brain. Therefore, Kania always be careful if speaking or doing in front of Shaka. Kania doesn't want her son's intelligent brain to be poisoned by bad things.

"Mother will answer Shaka's question if Shaka is big."

"Shaka's grown up, bund."

"It's big, how come, it's still bobok mama?" Kania laughs little teasing her son.

"Shaka's scared, bund. What if there's a ghost?"

A small smile was etched on Kania's lips. Thankfully he managed to shift the subject without saying anything about Shaka's father who was who and where. "There are no ghosts, Shaka. Yes, yuk, pray before going to bed. How are you doing, son?"

"Bismika Allahumma ahyaa wabismika amuut," said Shaka smoothly.

Not long after, Shaka's eyes were completely shut and he was already sound asleep.

From the beginning, this was what Kania was afraid of. When Shaka began to understand the figure of the father and began to ask the whereabouts of his father.

Kania understands, growing up without a father is hard even though Shaka has not been able to reveal it. Kania understands that Shaka's deepest heart actually misses the father figure in his life.

Therefore he always tries to give his best to Shaka. Being mother and father to Shaka.

This is a risk for him who chooses to stay away from the city where he lives. If Kania were still there, she would have been reunited with him. And Shaka will know who his father is. That is if the man wants to admit Shaka is his son and wants to be responsible for what the man did to Kania.

Sometimes, Kania thought, does the man feel that he has children?

Will his life be quiet after that night?

In this case, it is always the women who are harmed.

Her loss of anxiety and the most severe until pregnancy and childbirth as Kania naturally. Trying alone to raise, nurture and educate their children.

Not to mention the view of the people who look one eye. They insult, ostracize, and overtly gossip women who are pregnant without a husband.

Believe me, it's not easy.

Kania only hopes that if her child grows up, she will understand her life path with Kania. Shaka will be a good boy and proud of Kania.

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The first day of Shaka's school, Shaka is riding his motorcycle between Kania's. The boy looks enthusiastic while wearing the school uniform.

As he got off the bike, Shaka stared silently in one direction. As Kania follows Shaka's line of sight, Kania is choked. Shaka looked at one of his friends who was delivered by his parents. Papa and his mother, complete.

Unknowingly, Kania's eyes glazed at the sight. Hurriedly Kania blinked her eyes for the tears covering her gaze to disappear.

"So, yuk. The teacher is waiting at the door." Kania distracts Shaka by pointing at a teacher standing at the door.

It was fortunate that Shaka's attention was instantly distracted. The boy smiled happily walking with Kania towards his classroom.

Like the other children, Kania waits for Shaka for his first day at school. Kania is worried that Shaka needs something and has not dared to tell his teacher.

However, who would have thought that his life had been slowly forming independence in Shaka. Shaka can also interact well with his teachers and friends. If it's like this, Kania doesn't have to worry about Shaka anymore when Shaka is at school.

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Hanum's regular agenda every month is to visit the schools where his family is a major donor.

It is not just a school in Surabaya. But also into the countryside. Also certain areas.

Hanum's eyes were glued as he looked at the small figure who had just come down from the motorbike with his mother. The car was parked right next to his car. So Hanum could clearly see the look of the little boy.

Yes, Hanum looks back on seeing Devan in his childhood version.

His posture, his round eyes, his thin lips, his round cheeks. It's all like a childhood photocopian Devan.

Hanum's heart raced quickly. "Is he Devan's son? Was that woman Devan hamili five years ago?" mumbling slowly.

Hanum wanted to ask him immediately, but regained his senses. He abandoned his intention to approach the child and the mother.

There is still a lot of evidence that he has to collect. Hanum still had to find information about the two of them.

If it was true that the child was his granddaughter, Hanum would never let him get away from her. He will take them both to Surabaya. In any way.

"Bu Sukma, may I request data for the child?" hanum said to the headmaster while pointing towards the mother and child earlier.

"Oh, Shaka?"

'So his name is Shaka. What a good name. Devan, that woman gave a good name to your son, inner Hanum.

Hanum quickly nodded his head.

Within ten minutes, a map containing Shaka's data was already in his hands.

The name Hafizh Shaka Maulana is on a copy of the birth certificate. His mother's name was Kania Tristanti.

Hanum closed his eyes. If Shaka is his grandson, Devan's son, there should be a name Devan on the birth certificate. The boy should have earned his right.

But why did her mother take her so far? Why didn't Kania try to find Devan and hold him accountable? At least that was the question in Hanum's head.

Or, now that Kania is married to someone else?

Hanum approached and greeted Kania who was waiting for Shaka near the parking lot. "Good morning, ma'am" she said with a friendly smile.

Kania who was looking at the new cake recipe on her phone immediately looked up at the soft voice. In front of him, stood a beautiful and graceful woman.

Kania smiled awkwardly. "Good morning, mother."

"May I sit here?" Hanum pointed at the empty bench next to Kania.

"Oh, please, Mom." Kania.

Hanum sat down immediately. But his eyes could not be seen Kania who turned out to be very beautiful if seen closely. From far away Kania is beautiful.

Her face was so smooth and naturally beautiful without any makeup. Maybe just wear lip tint on his lips to make it more moist.

"Waiting for the kids, Mom?" ask Hanum to make small talk. Just because he wanted to see the mother of his granddaughter.

"Call Kania, ma'am," Kania said.

"Ah, yes, Kania. His son is waiting?"

Kania smiled politely. "Yes, Mom. I'm afraid my son needs nothing and hasn't dared to tell his teacher."

Hanum laughed a little. "I used to be, Mom. My son when he entered Kindergarten was four years old. Not yet willing to stay home. Still like to wet the bed." Hanum chuckles considering Devan who at the age of four is still wetting his bed.

Kania laughed.

"Where does the Cania work?"

"I have a cake shop, Mom."

"Our own?"

"Thank God, Mom. Just a little, really."

"Nothing is small, it will also be big." Hanum.

"Aamiin's."

"Whose location? Can you come by?"

"Oh, of course, mom." Kania answered enthusiastically. "Near here, ma'am. It's the address." Kania handed over the business card she always carried in her bag.

Hanum gladly accepted it. Maybe this is the way to get closer to his grandson and... Hopefully with his former candidate as well, Kania.

A beautiful, independent and kind woman who is willing to conceive and raise her granddaughter without the responsibilities of Devan. Even now his grandson is growing up very healthy and smart.

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"Now!"

Devan flinched as Hanum threw the Kania-given business card. The surprised Devan immediately took the card and read it.

"Kania bakery? Mama wants Devan to buy you some cake here? Where is this, Ma? Very far."

Hearing him, Hanum grew furious. "If you want a cake, you can buy your own. The shop can also."

"What do you mean, Mama, what is this business card, Ma?"

"She's the name of the girl you hamili five years ago, Devan."

Devan widened his eyes. "Where do you know that this woman is the same as the woman five years ago, Ma?"

Instead of answering, Hanum shed her tears. Remembering how innocent and funny his granddaughter's gaze was. If he could, Hanum wanted to hug him right then and there.

But for the sake of Kania and Shaka's comfort, Hanum willingly held him back.

"Mom why, the hell, Ma? I'm so confused."

"Sheaka. His name is Shaka, Devan."

"What do you mean, Mom?" Devan was increasingly made to not understand Hanum's half-measure speech. Awkwardly.

"Shaka is your son, Devan. If your whole life, you really only did it once, she was really a girl that night and Shaka was your son. His face is very similar to yours as a child, Devan. Even when you look at her, Mama looks at you as a child. Similar, very similar" Hanum said with tears in his eyes.

Hearing the mother's explanation, Devan just froze.

"She's that girl, right?" Hanum shows a photo he took secretly without Kania's knowledge.

Stiffly, Devan nodded. Yes, Devan remembers well with that face. Despite being drunk for five years, Devan still remembers him vividly.

"Yes, Ma. He's the one" he said softly, almost inaudible.

Devan quickly moved, but Hanum quickly held back his steps. "Where are you going?"

"You see him, dong, Ma."

"Don't destroy Mama's plan."

"What other plans, Ma?"

"Just wait! But you don't see him now."

Although still not understanding the plan how it was arranged by his mother, Devan finally nodded his head obediently to Hanum's wishes.

It's not for Kania Devan to want to see Kania soon. But Devan just wanted to meet his son who he said was named Shaka.

Shaka, his flesh and blood.

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