Revenge on Lukaku
Half handsome

Alfarizzy Residence.

Jhon is neat with his three-piece suit. He began to walk down his steps one by one. The look of his face looks so cheerful, his smile expands from the corner of his lips, even he occasionally whistles and mutters songs in love like a big new child aka old ABG.

Jhon continued to walk to the dining room, where Mama Celine and also Mr. Calvin had sat sweetly while staring at his son who began to return strange as before when Jhon sent a message with Mentari.

In every one of you why my heart beats. It's beating faster like a drum about war...

Jhon smiled back alone, he pulled up the chair, then he sat in his chair, it felt like he was back like before. Even this world feels its own, mama and papa just contract. Basic durhaka.

"Bah, it looks like our son has started to stress again." Mama Celine said while looking at her son who is cool with his own world.

"Yes, mah. Looks like we have to find the girl soon, before she's really crazy. That would be so embarrassing." Calvin replied, looking at his wife at a glance, then he looked back at his son again.

"It seems like it's already hereditary, pah." Mama Celine grabbed her warm cup of tea, then enjoyed it slowly.

"I mean mama?" Calvin asked while frowning he did not understand.

"Didn't papa also used to be like that said the late father's parents. Even papa is worse than Jhon. Papa always joged and sang love songs like an ABG child, when he used to be 35 years old. So it's worth the kid like that." Obviously Celine's mama made Calvin scratch his non-itchy nape. His wife's words were right, when he fell in love with Celine's mother his behavior was not much different from his son. But he did not expect if his own mother told his disgrace to his wife. Totally disgraceful.

"Mom, how about talking about massalu papa, anyway." Grunts Mr. Calvin as he grabs his cup of coffee and sips it slowly.

"Mama did not discuss papa, but our son reminded mama the same words from his late parents. Papa's... " Celine's mother's words were stuck in the throat when her husband again let out his voice.

"Already, mah. You better call the spirit of the son of the mother, do not let him like that continue. Not funny, ma'am."

Mama Celine pinched her husband's stomach, could-be her husband told her to call her son's spirit, when clearly the spirit of his son is still in his body, but, it's just that he's like that because he's in love, just like his father used to be.

Jhon looked directly at his papa, then he replied in a slightly lazy tone. "Yes, pah."

"Why are you weak like that, he replied? Is there a problem?" Ask Mr. Calvin while looking at his son who has returned as usual. Normal.

Jhon let out a rough sigh, he took a sip of his warm water, then put the glass on the table. "Nothing, pah. It's just that I'm lazy to deal with that flirty woman." His reply left Calvin frowning in confusion.

"Firty girl? Meanin?"

"Yes the owner of the company told his daughter to represent him, the reward. I heard from Egi, she's very flirtatious to see a handsome guy like me." Jhon replied with a high level of confidence made both his parents shake their heads in surprise.

"Are you really handsome? You only inherit half your good looks, Jhon. Don't be so confident, not necessarily the princess is in love with you." Mr. Calvin's words upset Jhon. The mother chuckled slowly.

"Lazy I'm talking to papa, I'd better just go." Jhon stood up then he walked over and kissed the right cheek of the mother. "I'm leaving huh mah." Gently pamper it.

Mama Celine nodded her head. "Be careful, dear. Don't speed around with the car, yeah." Said mama Celine who got a nod of the head from Jhon.

"Aren't you saying goodbye to papa?" Mr. Calvin looked upset at his son, while the one in the eye actually left while waving one hand. "Based on the ungodly child," Grunts pak Calvin made mama Celine smile while shaking her head slowly. Father and son are always like that, but trust me, they love each other. Both rarely show it to others.

If you don't like it, please imagine yourself, this is just the author's imagination. Greetings dear to you.

Seriate.