I Love You, Mr. THE CEO!
Welcome to Singapore!

Singapore Changi Airport.

The air that was warm enough greeted Kyra who had just come out of the arrival waiting room. While circulating her gaze around, Kyra reached into the phone in her jacket pocket and disabled the airplane mode in the flat gadget. Some message notifications started to take turns coming in but Kyra focused on the call coming from her Mama 15 minutes ago.

"Kyra?!"

Deg. Kyra flinched and hurriedly turned her head to the source of the voice behind her. Seeing a beautiful woman who looks like her but in an older version, makes Kyra's heart beat fast.

"You're Kyra, right?" repeat the woman while pointing at the girl in front of her.

With a nod of his head, the woman ran to hug her daughter. The fragrant citrus and wood smell sniffed Kyra's sense of smell and warmed her heart. It will store this fine fragrance in the Amygdala of his brain.

"Thanks God! You finally arrived, son. Mama's happy to see you! You are so beautiful" praised the beautiful woman as she untangled her hug and stroked her daughter's chin.

"Mama is beautiful too!" praise Kyra back.

The woman named Shakira smiled, her eyes that had been foggy since now began to water. Hearing Kyra call him mama directly made his heart rumble.

"Yes, I'm your mama! And you're my son!" Shakira hugged her daughter back tightly.

The various bitter events that had befallen him decades ago seemed to simply disappear when the bodies of the two fused together in an embrace. The long wait to meet his daughter finally happened this afternoon.

"Come, you must be tired. Let's just go home, okay?"

Kyra nodded and let her mother take her place pull her suitcase. Air travel for 1.5 hours is enough to make Kyra sore. By driving his car, Shakira takes Kyra home to the Sky Habitat Apartment where she lives. During the half-hour drive, the two did not talk much. Shakira asked a few light questions and Kyra answered them briefly. The still stiff atmosphere made the two unable to interact with the familiar.

Arriving at the luxurious apartment, Shakira took her daughter into the room she had prepared a few days ago. The room is quite spacious compared to Kyra's room in Indonesia but not as wide as Bara's room in the penthouse.

"Rest." Shakira puts Kyra's suitcase near the closet and moves to the door.

"Ma!" stop Kyra before her mom closes that door.

Shakira shook her head, she turned around and looked at her daughter who was sitting on the bed.

"I'm home, Ma!!"

The man's scream from outside the room left Kyra and Shakira aghast. Shakira closed the door quickly and rushed into the living room.

Out of curiosity, Kyra finally follows her mother and finds a man, who may be her age, gulping down water in the pantry.

As Kyra and the man's gaze met, the water she was gulping down shot out of her mouth in surprise. Shakira once again flinched and grabbed a piece of washcloth from inside the closet.

"Ray, be polytheistic to your sister!"

Kyra. The sister? So he has a brother? Why didn't Shakira explain this from the beginning?

Realizing that the woman he had just seen was in shock, Raymon snorted and placed the glass in his hand. She passed by without greeting Kyra and entered the room opposite her sister's room.

"I have a brother?" hiss Kyra was in disbelief as she approached Shakira who was wiping the water that had been sprayed by Raymon.

While continuing to do the activity, the woman who was still charming at her age who was at the end of the four heads smiled.

"Yes, you have a sister. Name's Raymon! He's a little introverted and stiff but believe me, he's a nice and loveable guy!"

Kyra turned to Raymon's room hesitantly. The unfriendly greeting was enough to describe how big the attitude of the sister to new people.

"How old is he, Ma?" ask Kyra curiously.

"Next month he's 23. Two years with you."

Kyra's gaze was still fixed on the tightly shut door. Raymon is similar to him but male.

"Later tonight we will officially meet. You rest first."

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