My Son and My First Love
Encounter

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Time to throw a party.

The guests of Madame Yoris began to arrive.

This party is only attended by women, who of course come from a classy family.

“Welcome!” the lady of the party greeted every guest who was already present.

While in the room, Gina was preparing. He twirled his body in front of the mirror to make sure it would look good.

“I do look beautiful wearing anything.” He murmured, praising himself.

Gina comes out of her room to join Yoris at the party.

From the direction of the entrance, two women stepped gracefully, holding each other's arms. From the expression of the two, they did not stop admiring the magnificent beautiful palace where their feet were on foot at this time.

Tap tap tap.

Gina down the stairs.

However, his steps were blocked when he saw who was down there.

“Mama Veni?”

Gina shifted her eyes to the face of someone who was struggling spoiled in the arms of the stepmother.

“He ..lena?”

Tap tap tap.

Setfan down the stairs.

Gina immediately turned around then held back the man's footsteps.

“Come down, why stay here? Wait for me?” stefan asked, facing towards Gina.

“Hah? Ah ... sir, we don't need to go down well,”

Whether the request made sense or not, Gina was just trying to keep Stefan from meeting Helena.

‘Any!’ inner Stefan.

“Stefan?” the voice called Stefan.

Stefan looked towards the voice. “Helena?” he then glanced at Gina's hand that was holding her back.

“Sorry, I'm back upstairs. Someone missed” said Gina, then stepped up, with mixed feelings.

Stefan went down the stairs with a feeling of disarray. It turns out that after 6 years, he was reunited with Helena.

“Ke ... napa you here?” only random questions came out of Stefan's lips. He approached Helena.

Helena? The woman was busy putting words in her head. Knowing the shocking truth about Stefan, he feels he must not waste time. There's a sense of regret in the woman's heart for leaving Stefan once.

Not knowing her shame, Helena walked up to the man who was very fond of her and.

Mama Veni who saw Helena's action, was very surprised. Didn't expect the woman to be hugging a man who seemed to be the son of mistress Yoris. ‘What are you doing Helena?’ his inner.

“Darling, who is this?” mama Lina approached Stefan, and did not like to see a girl who was hugging her son.if it was Gina, mama would not stop him.

Stefan took off the hug he had just returned. “Ma, she ... whose name is Helena.

The gina? The woman just watched everything from above. Seeing Stefan returning a loving hug from Helena, enough to make Gina understand his position.

“Mrs Yoris, her... This helena, my niece.” Madam Veni Yares.

“Oh, well lady Yerez, may you enjoy the party. I'll say hello to the others” madam Yoris stay away from Helena and Mrs Veni Yares.

In another position,

Gina's. Although the woman was in pain when she saw the meeting between Stefan and Helena, she calmed her heart as much as possible.

Right now, he returned to his room and sat alone there.

‘Hey ... my heart, relax. It's okay .. Don't feel pain. From now on, ignore him. Yes ... I'm sure, I was able to overcome this feeling.’

Tok to tok.

Gina looked towards the door. The one who just knocked was none other than Stefan.

“Gina, come on down. Me, want to introduce someone to you.”

“Yeah? Emm. I've seen it. Last ... I, look at you guys. You guys look very compatible. What ... is she Helena?”

“Iya. Your guess is right.”

“Ah .. so. Oia Gin, you've been waiting for mama tuh,”

“Mmm. Sorry, I'm not feeling well. My head is so dizzy all of a sudden.”

Stefan came closer and touched Gina's forehead. “Alright, if it is not healthy, you just rest. Stefan left Gina's room.

As Stefan walked down the stairs, Helena's eyes never escaped the man, as if afraid that Stefan would disappear from her sight. And mama Lina Yoris who saw that, felt dislike.

“Fan, where's Gina?” the mother hurriedly greeted Stefan ahead of Helena.

'Gina?' the stepmother Gina also heard clearly the name of her stepson was called.

“Ma, Gina is less healthy. Dia ... rest in the room.”

“Gina? Who is Gina?” inner Helena.

'So I didn't see it wrong? That was Gina? But ... why can Gina stay at this house?’ mama Veni is back.

“Owh, it's a pity that he can't join.” Mama Lina felt a little strange to hear the sudden pain. ‘just wanted to brag about my future daughter-in-law, but why did she even lock up in her room?’

From the other direction, a boy ran towards Stefan, with a piece of watermelon in his hand.

“Papa .. mama where?” looking up at his father's face standing up.

“Mama in boy's room,” Stefan replied, returning his son's gaze.

'Little boy? Is he Gina's son? Who does she mean mama?’ nonya Veni Yares was a little surprised to see Arsen, and began to second-guess.

“Fa-fan, this .. child si.what?” Helena asked in a broken tone.

“Oh, he's my son.” replied with his leisure.

Soon Helena pulled Stefan's hand, to get away to a place that felt lonely.

“Fan, so you're married?”

“But Helena”

“Then?” Pointing towards Arsen.

“He's my son from the woman I was with that night.”

“hah?” Helena looked in disbelief.

“Yes, that's what happened.”

“then where is the woman?”

“I also don't know”

“Then, who did the boy call mama?”

“Oh ... it's her nanny.”

“Nanny called mama?”

“Hmmm” Stefan says yes.

‘What does his nanny look like?’ inner Helena.

“Helena, please enjoy the party. I ... There's business outside. Stefan then left Helena.

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Not because of any business, Stefan stepped aside to be alone.

Honestly speaking, Helena's appearance made Stefan feel a little chaotic.

“Why are you showing up again helena? Akhhh .. Didn't I ask you to come back to me?”

“But when you show up, why do I feel so uncomfortable?”

"I'm the one who hurt you."

Stefan muttered at length.

The man felt there was no reason to hate Helena. Given the fact that Helena left him because of his mistake had slept with another woman.

'What do I really want?'

'Who am I really waiting for?'

'Was I really waiting for Helena? Or... Am I ... waiting for the woman? the woman who gave birth to my son?'

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