Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 77

I was still standing in the doorway when the woman pulled my hand, and claimed to be my mother. Of course I slapped him. She didn't recognize me at the dress shop, and now she's at Papa's house and she recognizes me as her son.

I blatantly said that I was not his son. However, the woman remained chuckling and said that there was no way she could have mistaken her child. What was that at the mall? Didn't he just smile without recognizing me?

“Sabrina enough!” oma shouted which made me look at her.

Oma who was still busy paying the taxi fare, then approached me who was still standing in front of Mama.

“Ma, I want to chat with Kimmora, Ma,” said Mama with her hands held together as if Mama was pleading with Oma.

“Sorry, Mistress. I don't think there's anything to discuss between us. I'm not your son, because my mother died twelve years ago.” I walked away from Mama and Oma, with quick steps into Papa's house.

After meeting Mama, I locked myself in my room. Do not want to be bothered Oma, or anyone, I choose to spend time watching Korean dramas with high volume.

I cried as much as I did when the drama featured a heart-wrenching sad scene. Not because of the drama, maybe I cried because I was sad to be ignored by Mama.

For years I lived without his affection, Papa and everyone never told him the truth, making me guess whether Mama was dead, or Mama was still alive and forgot me.

After meeting Aunt Sabila, I could not believe that a mother would willingly abandon her child for her own pleasure. However, today, after seeing everything with my own eyes, I became convinced, that Mama really did not care about me. I am very sure, the arrival of Mama must be because of one goal that I do not understand yet.

Long daydreaming from tears, I was surprised by Arsen's appearance from my bedroom balcony. His breathing was breathless, signaling he had just done a tiring activity.

“Oppa, you why?” I asked while wiping the sweat on Arsen's face. His appearance was so messy, his hair was not as neat as this morning, and his shirt was out everywhere.

With a breath of breath, he immediately hugged me tightly, then rubbed my hair.

“You're fine, ‘kan?” Arsen parsed his embrace, but his left hand still held tightly to my waist.

“I'm fine, you why appeared from the balcony?” my many. Confused to see a breathless Arsen emerge from the balcony of the room. Did he climb the wall?

“You lock the door, knock it, digedor you do not reply, yaudah I entered through the room Darren. Want to use a spare key, but the spare key of this room will be in the drawer, when you snatch home from the beach, remember?”

“Ngapain discuss that anyway, you pity the same Yumna that I hit using the ball.” I walked to the bed, and laid myself on my soft bed.

Arsen turned off the television screen, so the atmosphere became quiet. Then, he walked up to me and went up to the bed, and hugged me.

“What the hell, anyways why do you bother climbing and jumping from his balcony Kak Darren? Why not just break it down?” You are not strong?” I mocked Arsen.

However, the man instead supported me “Because if I broke and damaged, even danger later tonight,” whispered.

Arsen is a really perverted guy. For some reason from our first night, every sentence he spoke was not far from such things.

“You met your mom?” ask Arsen who is still above me.

“I don't have a Mama, my mama is dead Arsen," I replied lazily.

“I'll always support you, darling. Whatever you feel, whatever you want, just say.” Arsen looked at me so closely.

"He's not my mama. He doesn't recognize me.” My tears flowed as I said that to Arsen.

While Arsen continued to listen to my story. I said it all, when Mama and I picked the same clothes. 

Many times Arsen wiped away the tears streaming down from my eyes. He looked at me deeply, making me feel comfortable telling me all my feelings. My pain and disappointment, I told Arsen everything.

“If you want, I can make you forget your sorrow,” Arsen said.

“How?”

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...Hayo-hayo, what would Bang Arsen do....

Byeah, I'm innocent, just shut up. Let those of you who understand this speak.

Yok, the trail ritual don't forget!

Let me be more loving, uh, more excited.😄😄😄

Thank you for being faithful until this moment. Kimmy-arsen.

See you tomorrow, if you remember 😄😄😄