
"You're my mom" she said softly, I don't understand what's going on right now.
All eyes were staring at me as I felt a state of complete silence and my gaze roamed 180°.
I was suddenly nervous.
Especially with the look on everyone's confused face, the host at the event came to me.
The Man–Leo immediately lifted his son's body from the embrace attached to my body and then carried it.
"Sorry, missus. My son is wrong. Don't take to heart his actions." [Sorry, miss. My son was wrong. Don't take it to the heart of his actions]
I nodded in understanding without speaking a word.
I was afraid that the man would even know me.
But it doesn't seem like it at all.
"Keina Natalia?"
I'm riveted.
Who'sis that? I start in my heart.
Why did he even know my name when some time ago I had made my appearance completely change?
I didn't change my face completely.
But dressed up with a simple appearance, there was one mole on my cheek and enough balls of my eyes I changed from brown to hazel eyes and my skin which I gave a pale white color like other Europeans.
Why can he say my name?
Is this just a coincidence?
Or, does he know me?
Is it not enough that my appearance has changed?
People just don't know me.
Butwhy? … Ah, it's a mystery that's enough to make me not know anything else.
An old woman.
Yes, the white-haired woman and having quite a number of wrinkles came closer to me.
He touched my body as if he knew this self.
The glow of longing was seen so clearly in both of his eyeballs.
I looked at him strangely. "W-who, you madam. I don't know you at all. That person named Kei is not me." [Who, madam. I don't know you at all. That guy Kei is not me] I'm trying to deny his call.
But the woman shook her head. The old head of the white-clothed old lady who looked delicate and expensive looked back. He was hailing an old man who when I saw him use a wheelchair with a young man behind him who seemed to be the one in charge of pushing him anywhere in the wheelchair.
"M-my husband. Come here first!" [My husband. Come here first!] he even said so excited.
The officer in charge of pushing the wheelchair began to bring him closer to the position parallel to the woman.
Didn't say anything. The woman just looked at me so happy because of what. Suddenly I felt three bodies hugging me from all directions. Left, right, front. When I noticed them, it turned out that my three children.
"K-Key. You... You already have children? W-who's husband? How does he treat you, is he nice? Your children." the woman said in Indonesian.
I am not understanding the situation now.
Especially when not lapse for some time even touch one by one my children.
"Very pretty and handsome. Lucky.." she smiled.
"Areally who's the mistress?" I finally said it too. Like the Indonesians talking.
"I. I'm Medya. Medya Rispada, and this, my husband, Brian Nedelyn."
Suddenly, I was surprised not to play.
"M-Medya? B-Brian?" I spelled that speech by keeping my mouth shut.
Seriate…