
Mr. Anggara looked at him fixedly, This little man before him seemed to remind him of someone he had not met in years. But Anggara immediately threw away the thought and smiled warmly at Jeon
While Jeon struggled to neutralize his heartbeat which had indeed been beating violently since stepping into this house.
"You look young, how old are you, son?"
Jeon smiled faintly "twenty-year-old Uncle"
Uncle? it felt quite stifling for Jeon to have to call his own biological father uncle.
"Oh so young, you're so handsome.Where are your parents?"
Jeon was eager to shout and say that You are my father, but he realized that it was impossible because the middle-aged man in front of him would not remember him at all.
Mayla immediately glanced at Jeon who was only silent while biting her lower lip, she cleared her throat slowly "Jeon's parents are in paris Dad, he's here for a vacation, he's been, but Ellena was forced to leave because there was business to be done" explained Mayla who was definitely full of lies
For the sake of launching the charade, Jeon willingly absent from the eyes of his college and Mayla willingly asked for help on his best friend.
"So!" Anggara nodded as if understanding "Stay here as long as you want Nak, think of it as your own home" said the middle-aged man with a smile
Mayla smiled broadly and hugged her father-in-law "Thank you Dad"
The middle-aged man rubbed Mayla's back with one hand "Now hurry to meet your mother, help her cook, soon Devan will be there"
Jeon was silent at the warm sight before him, imagining how warm and comfortable he was in his arms.
Can I hope that ? I want to, really want to feel it..
Mayla let go of her hug there "Yeah, I want to see mom, Dad please accompany Jeon well, tell her your jokes" the girl chuckled at the end of her sentence
Before actually leaving the terrace, Mayla patted Jeon's shoulder gently as if giving a signal that she could deal with it. Jeon turned to look at Mayla who had walked away from him.
"Sit down Son" the voice broke his daydream
Jeon then sat himself in a chair beside Mr. Anggara with a small table in their midst.
"Do you want to drink something? do not hesitate to ask for it well" said Mr. Anggara smiling
Jeon nodded "I don't want to drink anything uncle" Jeon paused his sentence for a moment "But I wouldn't hesitate to ask for five glasses of Strawberry juice later" he said
Anggara reflexes turned towards the little guy next to her who reminded her back to someone "Do you really like strawberry juice?" slowly tananya
Jeon nodded "Yes Uncle, it feels very fresh"
The man said it with a smile as if reminding him of his late mother who always made him juice every time he wanted to go to school.
The sentence made Anggara look fixed on the face of Jeon who was staring straight ahead, his eyes were staring at a small pond with beautiful rocks, not far from the terrace.
Jeon reminded him of someone, from his favorite face and drink very similar to someone, Could it be just a coincidence? But he felt something different as he looked at the little man, as if he were looking at himself in the mirror reflection of Jeon's body.
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