Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
HESITANCY

They left just three. Aiden did not ask Grey or Ivander to accompany him. Aiden took over the wheel, Fressia sitting in the passenger seat next to the wheel, while Tristan was in the back seat.

At first Fressia wanted to get behind and leave Tristan in the front seat, but Tristan reasoned that he wanted to fall asleep and Fressia had to show him the way to Dad Aiden. In the end, Fressia agreed and did not argue too much. He thought it would all be faster to finish if he did not make time any longer either.

For Fressia, their journey felt so long. Why he felt uncomfortable sitting next to Aiden. The journey they took seemed to take hours. Aiden himself occasionally turned his head towards Fressia who looked uncomfortable.

Finally, they arrived at a house with a flower garden at the front. The flowers appear to be blooming beautifully, as if welcoming the arrival of a special guest.

"Hello, Mom!" greet Fressia. However, no one was seen in the living room.

A woman of Fressia's age came out of a door. He smiled continuously, making Fressia cluck upset because she knew what her best friend and foster brother were thinking.

"Don't think like that" whispered Fressia.

"Well what am I thinking?!" karen whispered back, but with a smile on her face.

Fressia goes into the house and checks Mom Roxane's bedroom, but does not see Mom Roxane's whereabouts, making her turn to Karen.

"Mommy's meeting Aunty Teresa. It will soon return" said Karen, whispering to Fressia again. Why do they talk while whispering.

"Let's sit down, sorry if our house is too narrow" Karen told Tristan and Aiden to sit down.

"Aunty, where's Grandma Roxane?" ask Tristan.

"Grandma is meeting her best friend. Soon to go home. Tristan wants to drink what? Let Aunty make it," said Fressia.

"I'll have a coffee" replied Aiden.

Ishhh, even though I didn't talk to him. Why is it he who answers? - the inner Fressia.

"May I ask for a glass of milk, Aunty?" ask Tristan.

"Of course you can, baby. Just a moment Aunty got it," Fressia went to the kitchen to make milk and coffee.

Karen, who was back in the bedroom, came out after checking her phone. He also sends a message to Mom Roxane and informs her that Fressia has arrived with Mr. Aiden and his son.

"Hey, you're so handsome! What's yourname?" ask Karen.

"Tristan" Tristan replied with a smile.

Before long, Fressia returned from the kitchen carrying a tray containing drinks for them.

"Is Mommy still a long time at Aunty Teresa's house?" fressia asked half a whisper.

"No, Mommy's on her way" Karen replied.

Fressia placed a coffee cup in front of Aiden and a glass of milk in front of Tristan, then Fressia hugged the tray she had brought and returned it to the kitchen.

The sound of the gate opening, making Karen immediately stand to welcome the arrival of Mom Roxane.

"Mom," Karen took over Mom Roxane's luggage and put it inside her Mommy's room.

Mom Roxane looked towards Mr. Aiden, then nodded. Then he looked at a boy who looked so handsome.

"Grandma Roxane, hello!" greet Tristan.

"Hello, Tristan. How are you?" mom Roxane asked as she sat in her usual single seat, "Good day, Mr. Aiden."

"I'm good and healthy!" answer Tristan.

"Good day, madam," Aiden replied to Mom Roxane's greeting.

"Sit here," Mom Roxane patted her own reward for Tristan to sit there.

With a smile, Tristan approached and did as Mom Roxane had asked. Tristan's face continued to smile.

"May I call Grandma on?" ask Tristan.

"Of course I can."

Before long, Fressia came out of the kitchen again bringing a cup of warm tea to Mom Roxane. Afterwards, he sat a short distance away from Mom Roxane, next to Karen.

"You're so handsome, Tristan," praised Mom Roxane.

"Of course, I'm like Daddy, handsome and dashing, don't you think?" tristan said proudly as he puffed out his chest slightly, making everyone who saw him smile.

"Your Daddy is handsome, but you are much more handsome, especially with your red hair. Your red hair looks a lot like Fressia's" Mom Roxane said.

"Aunty? Is Aunty's hair red too, Grandma?" ask Tristan.

Aiden who heard that turned to Fressia. Is it true that her son's nanny has red hair?

"Yes, your Aunty's hair is red, but she prefers to dye her hair brown" Mom Roxane said.

"Aunty, said Aunty, my red hair is good, so why did Aunty dye her hair? Don't don't don't this color be ugly, huh? Then I don't want to have red hair, I also want to color it like Aunty's hair" Tristan said.

"It's not so, honey. Aunty has her own reasons" said Fressia.

So all this time he had red hair and he was hiding it? What is the purpose? - Inner Aiden.

"Where did Aunty get Aunty's red hair?" tristan asked to know. He got down from Mom Roxane's pahha and moved to sit next to Fressia.

"From Mommy Aunty," Fressia answered accordingly. He himself could not remember what his parents were like.

"Well, it means the same as me!" tristan shouted, "daddy said, My red hair is also from Mommy."

Fressia smiled as she looked at the laughter and happy hue on Tristan's face.

He had the same red hair as the woman, but ... Impossible! It can't be Fressia. If it was him, he would have known his own son. But, Grey once said that he had an accident and did facial surgery, but failed. It should have been a bad face, but Fressia ... was very beautiful. - inner Aiden.

"Does Aunty have her picture?" ask Tristan.

"No, Aunty doesn't have one" replied Fressia.

Aiden keeps a close eye on Fressia, but he doesn't see a look of sadness every time Tristan asks about her family. He only showed a flat and even cold face. It was only Tristan, Mom Roxane, and Karen that Fressia seemed to have a warm feeling because her face seemed to shine when talking about other things, besides her family.

"Aunty, will Aunty change Aunty's hair color back to red like me?" ask Tristan.

"For what? Aunty had already tinted it and it took some time to get back to the original color," Fressia replied.

"Let's be twins, Aunty. Besides, I want to feel what having a red-haired Mommy looks like. How's Aunty?"

There was doubt on Fressia's face. He did not know why every time he saw his own red hair, he would shed tears, as if it had brought him a deep sadness.

"Later Aunty think first yes," said Fressia and Tristan nodded.

What is he really hiding? - inner Aiden.

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