Don'T Be The Antagonist
Ensuring

Zean glanced in the direction, Her mistress, Aina, who seemed to be holding back a cry back there.

"Sorry, Mom. Here's a tissue" the 26-year-old said, giving Aina a box of unopened tissue.

Aina accepted it and wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes quickly.

"Sorry, Mr. Zean. You see me like this. Thank you for the knife," said Aina, to the driver and his personal bodyguard.

Zean just smiled and did not speak. He returns to focus on driving a car, going to Nuri's school, the second son of his master's partner.

"It looks like there's an accident up ahead, ma'am," Zean said, seeing the heavy traffic ahead.

Aina dived to the side, staring ahead of her section window. "Looks like. There's a shortcut, right? We can get through there."

"Good, Mom."

Zean immediately turned his car to the left, entering a fairly narrow alley.

Shortly after, their car arrives in front of Nuri's school. Aina got out of the car, walked to the front gate of her youngest child's school.

"Who? Mama?" the chirp of a 17-year-old man, made Aina turn towards him with a puzzled look.

"Sister? How come you're here? Already home?" aina asked, looking at her eldest son who was also waiting in front of the school with his car.

"Yes, Ma. Alva came home first today," explained Alva, looking at her mother with a fixed gaze, looking at the red hue under the eyes and tip of the woman's nose. "Mama's crying?" tanyanya, to the point.

Aina was surprised, she immediately picked up the powder inside her bag, justifying her makeup, covering the red hue in a hurry.

Seeing how the woman reacted when she wanted to cover up her sadness, Alva, as a child who respected her parents, ended up asking her nothing.

"Will Dad be delivered?" alva asked, making Aina nod slowly and patting her son's shoulders gently.

"Have you had lunch?" ask Aina, as usual. Calm and friendly, plus a cheap smile.

"Already, Ma. Hemm ... Because Mama is here, Alva wants to go back first huh? There's a PR that Alva wants to do at home. A lot of this" said the 17-year-old, reasoned.

Aina nodded and let her son go after greeting him. "Be careful, yeah."

"Yes, Ma. Bc ...."

Alva leaves, gets in her car and looks at Mr. Yanto, her driver, the person who usually takes her or Nuri to school.

"We're home, brother?" ask Mr. Yanto, familiar.

"No, Sir. Please go to Daddy's company. Someone wants Alva to see there," said Alva, looking foreign.

Especially the look in his sharp and piercing eyes, making Pak Yanto shudder in horror. Because Alva wouldn't show such a horrible look unless she was really mad at someone.

"There's a problem, isn't there? Why are you looking for Mr. Fauzan in his office? You never bothered Mr. Fauzan that he was at work, before," asked Mr. Yanto, a little curious about Alva's reasoning.

Alva did not reply, he looked out the window with an annoyed and angry look. As if trying to calm himself, for a moment. So that he does not vent his anger on others.

"I think Dad's done making Mama cry. I'd like to see you to ask why." Alva glanced sharply at Mr. Yanto. "I have to make sure, what a reasonable reason Dad is to make Mama cry!" angry, angry.