The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Mahendra Wijaya

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"Good night, Mr. Mahen," greeted Mr. Dodo the butler at Mahendra Wijaya Family Mansion.

A man swings his way into the Mansion, after getting off his white European saloon.

The servants who had stood up straight to greet his arrival, immediately bowed half their bodies as the Master, passed through their ranks.

Walking behind him is Gala Halton who is a private secretary who is very trusted and relied upon by Mahendra Wijaya.

"Master, the big lady has been waiting for your arrival since in the family room," said Dodo again.

Mahen stopped his steps. The cold-blooded man turned his head towards Dodo, the butler.

"Mama?" ask her.

"Yes, Sir. Miss Siska Wijaya was waiting from two hours ago," said the butler, bowing his gaze slightly.

"Hm.. Mama's habit, always do not inform her first arrival," said Mahen turned to Gala.

Gala just smiled and as if saying a sentence that is the habit of Mama, Mr. Mahen.

"Wait for me in the workspace, we will continue the discussion again this afternoon," Mahen said in a cold voice.

"Well, sir," Gala replied, bowing and passing towards Mahen's private study.

Mahendra continued his steps towards the living room, where the mother had been waiting for him.

"My son, you've finally come, too" the 49-year-old middle-aged woman, placed the teacup on the table after gently inserting the contents. And approached his only son.

Mahen smiled faintly, when he saw his mother approaching him. "Why your smile? Really ironed? Or don't like the arrival of Mama here?" siska Wijaya's question the Mama made Mahen grimace.

"There's a plan, Mama, come here?" asked Mahen with a flat look.

"My son, why are you asking your mother like that? Is that how you welcome the woman who gave birth and raised you?" said Siska pouting.

"Hm.. Because Mama must have another crazy idea for Mahen?" guess Mahen who can already read the gelagat of the Mama.

"Mahen.. Even Mama has not spoken about what the arrival of Mama means. Why do you assume that?"

"That's, Mama. The ruling woman of the Wijaya Family. His decision will not be disturbed," said Mahen who was never surprised by all his crazy ideas, while tilting his head with his hands as a restraint.

"Mahen..!" squealed the middle-aged woman who still looked her beauty.

"Mama.. Oh, Mama!" mahen replied by covering his face with both hands.

"This time listen to Mama. This is all for your good, Mahendra Wijaya!" mama Siska's voice boomed.

"Law.. The sound of thunder has been heard. Surely soon heavy rain soaks the earth," said Mahen quipped his mother.

Instantly Mama Siska glared insinuated by her son's speech. "The heavy rain soaked your head and your whole body, that your manjamu wife's pellets would fade from your whole body!" oceh Mama Siska again.

"The gadget age still believes in pellets, Ma! If the pellets for fishing are still there," kekeh Mahen suddenly, chimed in his mother's words.

"Fishing snapper!" mom Siska's.

"Mahen! This serious mom!"

"Peace, Mama is beautiful!" said Mahen while raising his finger in the form of the letter V.

"You must marry again! Mama and Papa already really want a grandchild from you!" mama Siska said she was excited about four and five.

"Patience, Mama.. Five more years, yeah."

HAH! LUNATIC!

"But where are you, Mahen!" mama Siska's screams were heard reaching the ears of the servants who were preparing dinner.

Mahen patted his forehead while closing both of his eyes. She is confused and almost stressed when the two women she loves and cares about discuss baby issues. The other woman wants to have children immediately, while the other woman wants to delay her pregnancy. The two women were Mama Siska Wijaya, the woman who had given birth to her into this world. And Giska Hutomo, wife of a Mahendra Wijaya and a rising artist.

"Mommy Mama's not young anymore, Mahen. Mama's afraid if God---" said Siska stopped.

"Mama! Please don't think that hard, Ma. Please don't say that again. I am not ready and do not want to lose Mama, so soon," interrupted Mahen who knows the continuation of the sentence spoken from the Mama. Instantly the ugly shadow flashed across his mind. Fear slipped in the recesses of his heart. What if his mother had completely abandoned him for all eternity and had never seen him have any children.

Mahen rested on the floor and grabbed the mother's fingers, then kissed her many times the back of the hand of the woman who had raised her with all her body soul.

Mahen's love and affection for his mother was also so great. For her the services of a mother in this world can not be paid for with anything. His black net seemed to penetrate into the recesses of the Mama's heart that was so soft and weak.

"Mama is everything to Mahen. Without Mama, what is Mahendra Wijaya. No matter how high the Mahen department. Any treasure, Mahen. Still useless without the blessing of Mama. Mahen's paradise is on the soles of the feet, Mama. Mahen loved Mama very much. Stop saying those words, sick Mahen heard him," said Mahendra Wijaya full of confidence.

"Are you sure you love me so much, Mama?"

"Related."

"You want to see Mama live happily, for the rest of Mama's life, right?"

Only with a nod did Mahen answer Siska's words.

"Are you able to grant Mama's request for the last one this time?" siska asked with a thin smile and her eyes.

"Mama.." cried Mahen.

"Do you want to do it?"

"Tell Mahen, Ma! What's the request, Mama?" insist Mahen while hugging the body of the Mama so tightly.

Siska seemed to sigh before resuming the sentence that had paused. "Please re-marry the woman who truly loves and loves you!" the door with tears. "Mama just wants to see you happy with your little family with your baby as your successor. Successor of the Wijaya Family!"

"Mama!"

Mahen shook his head slowly. He is confused. The atmosphere inside the room suddenly felt stuffy and stifling. The room is equipped with a cooler.

"I'm sorry Mahen, Ma. Mahen has Giska. And Mahen doesn't want polygamy."

"If Giska postpones her pregnancy because she is afraid that her body will stretch or she does not want to be bothered with her children. You can program a baby tube or rent a surrogate uterus," suggested Mama Siska to try to persuade her only son.

"Alright, Ma. Mahen will try to talk to Giska."

'Whatever it is you keep the carcass from my son, Giska! Still I try to unmask you, Mama Siska murmured.

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