
"I am your mother" replied Christina who held tightness in the chest.
"Is that true?" ask Ask who is confused.
"Yes... I'm your real mother" Christina replied again.
"I can't believe you're my mother? You are too beautiful to be my mother. I am a young man of poor stature and malnourished. I don't deserve to be your son, either" Aska said with honesty.
Christina just smashed her eyes. He knew his son was confused. Likewise with him, he wants to convince Aska is his son.
"In the meantime, I'm really confused. My mother is not you. You are too beautiful to be my mother. I am the son of Bu Minah who is a thick-bodied person and can be said to be very ugly," said Aska who made Christina hold back laughter.
What Aska said. Aska did not intend to demonize Minah. But that statement is true as it is. After saying that statement Aska looked at Christina's face holding back a laugh. He was getting more confused while frowning.
"Mrs, Why are you laughing? Is there anything funny?" ask Ask.
"Yes... You are so funny. Even you are the hilarious man I have met," replied Christina who made Aska nod her head.
"A lot of people say that. I have often been their comfort in times of distress and sorrow. Oh yea... Our faces are very similar" Aska said.
"Indeed, we're very similar. Your face is nothing to throw away at all. You also have brown hair. Your skin is not native to Indonesia. But your eyes don't" said Christina who commented on the smile.
"Why my eyes? Is something wrong?" ask Ask.
"No... You are not wrong" Christina replied.
"Awhile... Before continuing further conversation. Sometimes we sit first. It's not good to talk while standing up" said Aska who invited Christina to sit down.
Before Christina sat down, Aska pulled up her chair and let the beautiful woman sit down. With full courtesy Aska gave a menu book to Christina.
"What does the lady want?" ask Ask.
"Can't you call me without a mistress?" ask Christina who grabbed the menu book.
"I don't know you. I'll still call you mistress" replied Aska who spread her butt in front of Christina.
"I told you you were my son. From now on just call me Mom," Christina gently pinta.
Aska was shocked to hear Christina's request. He was even more confused by the statement of the woman in front of him. All she knew in her entire life was Minah's mother.
"If you're my mother, do you know me?" ask Ask.
"Yes I know. You have a birthmark on your right upper back. Your name is Aska August Li Wicaksono. Which means Aska. I purposely gave you that name so that you would avoid the useless things of people who want to make your brain obey it."
"You mean madam?" ask Aska who is getting confused.
"That means to keep your mind holy. Why did you give me a name like that? Because the person who took care of you wanted to doctrine you into attacking mom. Do you understand that?" christina answered, which surprised Aska.
"Is that true?" ask Ask.
Suddenly, Aska remembered the events of this morning. His mind floated and remembered Minah was carrying a machete. At that time Minah attacked Aska blindly. Eventually he fled to the southern garden.
"Is that true?" ask Ask.
"Yes that's right. Sooner or later they'll kill you. Because you are the true heir in our family" Christina replied. "Are you sure of my answer?"
"You are absolutely right. If I had a birthmark there. How do you know?" ask Aska again.
"Yes, I know everything. Because I gave birth to you" replied Christina. "If you don't believe me, then come with me."
"I can't go. Because the goods have not been unloaded in the warehouse behind the factory. Then how can I make a report to Mr Broto? Because every night I always give a report about the delivery of goods," declined Aska.
Hearing Mr. Broto's name, Christina's heart warmed perfectly. He knew Mr. Broto was his papa's accomplice. Then Christina looked at the face of the son while reviewing his smile warmly.
"You don't worry. Give the report to your friend and you can come with me," asked Christina who made Aska shake her head.
Outside the restaurant, Maria accidentally invited Mr. Broto and Ms. Siti here. He wanted them to make sure that Christina was his mother. While waiting for Maryam to invite Romeo to chat.
A few moments later came Mr. Broto and Ms. Siti. They immediately approached Maria while bowing her body. But Mary refused it. Because he is not a boss. They understood and greeted him without respect.
"Good day, Miss Maria" said Ms. Siti.
"Don't call me madam's mother. I'm not married at all" said Maria softly.
"Then I called you what?" ask Mr. Broto.
"Call me Mary. I am the same as you. You are the accomplice of the great master. I am an accomplice of Mrs Christina. So don't ever call me Mom. Because I was too young" explained Maria who did not want to be called mother.
"All right then. We just call Maria, right?" ask Mr. Broto while asking permission to call names only.
"May be glad," answered Mary kindly.
"How has the young master met the young madam?" ask Mr. Broto.
"It has. They talked to each other in there. It seems that they are very familiar without any distance separating," replied Romeo who from earlier stared at the mother and child were chatting casually.
"Ah you are here as well apparently," said Mr. Broto.
"Yes is sir. I'm herding and it's easy to meet Mrs Christina. If not, how could they meet?" romeo's annoyance that made Mr. Brother hold back a laugh.
"Are you ready to convince your mother and father that Aska is the son of the young mistress? If I see them chatting casually but the problem is very difficult. I know you've been very confused to face only Christina. It looks like they're arguing about Aska" explained Maria.
"When seen from his face, they were very similar to a betel in two. The young master is a photocopy of Mrs Christina. His eyes are not similar at all. His eyes are very similar to Mr. Adrian" continued Mr. Broto.
Hearing Adrian's name, Maria and Romeo were shocked. He did not expect the name to be mentioned by Mr. Broto.
"Who is al-Adrian? How did I just get to know him? Isn't the mistress' husband's name Mr. Dirman?" ask Maria.