Duda Maid Casanova
He's your son

Ace racked his brain thinking of freeing himself from the report. He is guilty in this matter. The authorities certainly did not justify the reason for the theft. Ace looked at Mr. Andra's face wistfully. Wishing his biological father's heart was open to persuade his young wife not to make a report.

It seems Mr. Andra's conscience is dead. There was no pity for his daughter. The man had not the slightest intention of telling his young wife to shut up.

"Hurry and get the certificate of the fucking woman" the woman said.

"I've made the certificate a debt guarantee of a hundred million. The certificate can be redeemed if there is a hundred million dollars along with interest on the loan," Ace said slowly. The idea just came to his head.

"Braven you are Ace. Don't try to lie. Where could you get a loan without my approval as the owner of the certificate," said Mr. Andra angrily. Next to him the young wife grew angry at Ace's words.

"Why not pa. People here know that papa is my biological father. Without papa's consent they are willing to give a loan because they still have a conscience. They can't bear to let us starve to death" Ace said slowly. Hope with his words. Mr. Andra is aware of his responsibilities that have been neglected for three years.

"Why should the certificate be Ace. This house certificate does not exist?" ask Mr. Andra frustrated. Not aware of his responsibility. Mr. Andra was very upset because the certificate was used as a debt guarantee. In his heart, the man believed that the restaurant certificate was in debt.

"The certificate of this house has also been a guarantee of debt of two hundred million pa."

Ace is aware that lying is a sin but there is no other way to maintain the certificate and avoid the police report

"Why do you need that kind of money, huh?"

"What papa after collecting kebo with the woman once gave us money. We need to eat pa, we need money for school and mama's medical expenses."

Mr. Andra ruffled his hair growing frustrated. I don't know what was on the man's mind after hearing the suffering of his son after he left.

"Don't haphazardly slander us, you jerk. We don't collect kebo. We married. I don't wanna know. Either way the certificate has to go back into my hands right now."

"So how donk. The money's up. Unless you're willing to pay that debt."

"Just kid."

"Pa, I beg you. In the course of this one year. I'll pay off this debt. Later if it's paid off. I'll return the certificate to papa" Ace pleaded. There was no other way to be free from the police report than to plead with her Papa.

"Can't" said the woman quickly. Waiting a year feels like a long time to change ownership into his name. He had long wanted the restaurant to be his.

"Honey already. Just one year. Let Ace use the certificate as collateral for the debt, "persuade Mr. Andra. Ace hid his smile. He felt saved by the words of his father.

"can't. Now we redeem the certificate. Let your daughter repay us the debt."

The smile on Ace's face disappeared instantly. The restaurant had to go back to her mother. As long as Mr. Andra's name is written on the certificate. The restaurant still belongs to Mr. Andra. One year he asked Mr. Andra. Because Ace was aware that changing ownership of the restaurant name was very difficult.

"Ace, that seems like a good idea. Tell me who you made the certificate as a guarantee of debt" Mr. Andra said.

"Sir Jamal," said Ace quietly.

"Pak Jamal is not a loan shark. How could you borrow money from him?"

"No more moneylenders willing to lend us money. Because Rangga and I haven't worked yet plus Mama's sick."

"Why borrow money from that bastard Jamal?" ask Mr. Andra frustrated. Mr. Jamal was the head thug in the neighborhood and his relationship with Mr. Andra never got along. It can be said that Mr. Jamal is a sworn enemy of Mr. Andra since marrying Rani's mother. And the restaurant certificate issue. Mr. Andra chose to wait a year instead of dealing with Mr. Jamal. Dealing with Mr. Jamal will only make his self-esteem fall and complicate matters. Mr. Jamal does not hesitate to play hands to his opponent and Mr. Jamal is slippery like an eel. Never tried with the authorities even though Jamal had a fatal mistake.

"Let's go home, baby. Let Ace wear that certificate one year, "take Andra to his wife. But the woman was not satisfied, she looked at Ace with a sharp look.

"Can't mas. Come on, we pay now."

"If you are not willing to wait a year, forever the certificate will not be renamed yours," said Mr. Andra slowly but emphasisfully. Ace could still hear his papa whisper. And the woman felt lucky to have acted quickly to secure the certificate.

The woman did not accept the words of her husband. His hatred for Ace is becoming more and more. His anger has not eroded as Ace humiliated himself by calling the actor in front of his neighbor. Ace has now postponed the transfer of ownership of the restaurant name.

"I don't want to accept ya. One year is too long. Either way, the certificate should return to my hands within these three months."

"Sorry, I have no business with you. And don't want to deal with a j*lang woman like you who memorized my mama's treasure."

Plaque. Plaque.

The woman could no longer hold back her anger. He slapped Ace twice. Ace did not remain silent. After rubbing his cheeks that felt hot and sore. Ace also slapped into the woman's face.

"Stop, stop Ace. Papa didn't expect you to be a bar. She's papa's wife you should respect and honor" Andra snapped.

"Pelakor should not be appreciated and respected. I don't know what this female gave to papa so that papa could forget the three of us."

"Cloth."

Ace was no longer able to endure his heartache. The slap from his papa was more painful than the double slap from his papa wife. I don't want to see the faces of those two people. Ace ran into the room. In the room, Ace spills his grief.

Elsewhere in a cafe located on the outskirts of the city. Hans repeatedly looked at the clock on his wrist. It had been almost an hour that he was waiting for someone to meet him at the place. Hans was upset, his friend was not on time. Hans was in a hurry from home because the trip to the cafe took two hours while the time set by his friend was to meet at ten. It's eleven o'clock. The nose of his friend did not appear. Hans also repeatedly dialed his friend's number but was inactive.

"Randi, we're back now" Hans said. The man moved from his seat as well as Randi. Just now they were about to leave that place someone whom Hans did not want to see walking towards them.

"Wait for Hans."

"You're not who I am who should obey you" Hans said coldly. That woman was Anita Hans's ex-wife. He brought a boy who looked like Anita

"Right, I'm not who you are. But this child is your son."

Hans stopped his steps. Anita's words can make the heartbeat pounding but lack of confidence in the words of his ex-wife.

"Sit down first Hans. Let's talk first. I asked Eva to ask you to meet. Because I feel you're important to know this fact."

Hans turned his body to look at Anita and the boy.

"I just found out, he's your son Hans after being quiet I did a DNA test between this boy and my husband. He's two years and three months."

Hans counted in his heart. Their divorce has been three years counted the word talak that came out of his lips. And the day before finding out about Anita's affair. His ex-wife still serves him wholeheartedly. Hans finally sits back in the chair and asks Randi to wait for himself in the car.

Hans looked at the boy who was also seen staring at him then smiled. Hans returned the boy's smile that was reciprocated by hiding a shame in Anita's chest.

"My husband does not have the slightest bond in this child. At first I was pretty sure this kid was his. But the DNA test proved that this child was not his son. And since then. My husband hands off for the cost of Gio. My husband loves me."

"Name's Gio?" ask Hans. Anita nodded her head. Anita held out Gio to Hans. Hans initially refuses but seeing Gio's outstretched hand being held finally Hans accepts the child and lays it on his lap.

Gio was neither crying nor scared. The little boy stretched out his hand to Hans cheek and laughed as his hand was amused by the fine fur on Hans' face.

Hans laughing. Seeing the boy laugh could make Hans heart happy. It was when her marriage to Anita was still going on. Hans desperately wanted the presence of a child.

"I want your recognition of this boy Hans. That's all it is. There was no other intent," Anita said with a smile.

"I'll admit to this kid if there's any evidence of a DNA test that says this kid is my son" Hans said. Hans stroked Gio's head. Hans did not want to rashly admit anything rejecting Gio as his son before there was any evidence.

"Hans, Gio is your son. Why don't you believe. Gio is not my husband's son Gio is definitely your flesh and blood."

"It may be true that this child is not your husband's son. And there's no possibility of another male seed, right?"

"Hans."

"Enough Anita. It is not good to argue in front of a child. Enough of our talk. If you are willing to do a DNA test. You can tell my assistant. I'm ready to take responsibility if Gio proves to be my son."

Hans gives Gio to Anita. Although he likes Gio, Hans will not give Anita a chance to lie to him.

"Hans, pity Gio if you doubt him," Anita said softly. He hoped, Hans instantly accepted Gio as his son right now.

"Pity my wife to hear that I have a child with you without proof. He knows I'm a widower with no children and can be labeled a liar."

Anita surprised. She looked at Hans in disbelief at the word of the wife coming out of her ex-husband's mouth.

"You're married?" ask Anita. Hans nodded his head.

"It has. My wife is much better than you. Younger, prettier and more fashionable than you."

Hans was very satisfied to see Anita's surprised face.

In the car, Randi was contacting Mrs Ratih.

"Mrs, Mr. Hans and Anita's mother are meeting at a suburban cafe at the moment" Randi reported.

"Did Anita bring a child?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Please record their conversation Randi," Madam Ratih ordered.