Chapter 186: 186. Mrs Seira And Miss Byanca's Visit
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Devan was still silent and busy playing Dave's hair in his lap as if Leo's words weren't directed at him.
Naila who heard that was silent, occasionally glancing at Anna briefly.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, Devan," Leo said again when he didn't get a response from his cousin.
"You'd better go home, don't make Mrs. Seira wait," Anna chimed in.
"In a moment, I still want to be here," Devan replied with a shaky breath.
***
It was now getting dark, the sunlight was slowly being replaced by the moonlight hanging between the stars. Sometimes it seems to hide behind the clouds.
A drizzle fell and drenched the whole of City J. A red Ferrari drove in the middle of the busy highway.
Yes, currently Devan is heading to his own house.
The roar of the car and the rustling of the drizzle were disguised by the music that the man had just turned on.
He knew that his mother was home before Leo even told him.
He also saw incoming calls from Byanca and his mother. Only, Devan ignored him and didn't answer.
He didn't know, he feel lazy to even just talk to them.
Until a few minutes later, Devan had arrived.
"Where have you been Devan?" Seira asked right after seeing her son enter the house.
"I'm tired, Mom."
"I'm going up first, want to rest," added Devan again.
"You just came and have been ignoring Mama like this?" Mrs. Seira protested to her son.
"I want to talk to you," she said again immediately following the man.
"Next time, Mom," Devan replied, ignoring Seira at all and continuing to walk up the stairs to his room.
Seeing that, Madam Seira heaved a rough sigh. The middle-aged felt a little annoyed.
Entering the room, Devan's steps suddenly stopped. His eyes saw a woman sleeping on his bed.
She is Byanca.
Immediately, Devan closed the bedroom door again and moved to his study. Only that his steps stopped again when Mrs. Seira suddenly appeared and grabbed his arm.
"Devan, don't ignore me like this," said Seira.
"I am tired, Mom."
"Where are you from? Your secretary said you weren't in the office, and I called Leo and you weren't with him."
"Where are you from?" Seira repeated her sentence.
"Meeting Client Ma."
"With your appearance like this?" Seira narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"What's wrong with my appearance, Mom?"
"I'm not naked."
Hearing that, Seira chuckled.
"Ah, okay. Forget it."
"Come on in first, I want to talk to you about something," said Mrs. Seira as she pulled her son's arm into the room that Devan was aiming for earlier.
Devan did not respond and just obeyed his mother's words.
He wanted to express all his feelings right now, about his disapproval of marrying Byanca, about his feelings for Byanca, everything. But after meeting his mother in person, for some reason all the sentences that had been neatly arranged earlier suddenly dispersed somewhere.
Devan was suddenly confused, didn't know what to say and where to start.
Let it be, tonight he will just pass it while waiting for the right time. Yes, he would say it to Seira first before the big families from both sides.
"You have eaten?" Seira asked right after landing her body on the sofa together with Devan.
Those who were asked just nodded in agreement without making a sound.
"That's good," said Sierra.
Devan didn't respond, the man was waiting for his mother to say the thing she seemed to want to tell himself.
"Are you and Byanca okay?" Seira asked starting, after a few seconds of silence.
"Why do you ask like that?"
"It's okay, I just wanted to know. Remember Devan, your wedding will be held soon. Don't do useless things outside," Seira answered at length.
Devan is silent.
"Lately Byanca has been feeling dizzy. Maybe it's because of lack of blood and tiredness. I've asked her to move to Grandma's house. But she refuses."
"So I brought her here, at least she's no longer living alone in the hotel. I'm worried about her, Devan. I don't want her health to deteriorate before your wedding."
"As her future husband, you should pay more attention to your future wife," Seira chirped incessantly.
"What do you mean Mama?" Asked Devan, his brow furrowed faintly.
"From now on, I ask her to stay here with you."
"But Mom..."
"Devan, don't refuse Me," Seira interrupted immediately with a slightly raised voice.
"Mom, in this house there is only one room. How can he live here? No, I don't want to," Devan refused.
Seira who heard her son's words smiled faintly, "If that's the case, you can use this room or the sofa to sleep," Seira replied.
"At least Byanca doesn't live alone Devan, Mama's worried something might happen to her."
'This kid is still pretending he doesn't want to share a room with Byanca.'
'Though I know very well that you guys have done sex,' And various similar thoughts filled the middle-aged woman's mind.
Mrs. Seira is a doctor, and it is not impossible not to know Byanca's current condition. Especially when she checked her pulse.
Even though the signs she is experiencing are common, she is sickly convinced that Byanca is currently pregnant with her grandson.
"If you're worried, why don't you just stay with her here? I can go to a hotel or find another inn," Devan replied.
"Devan!? I didn't like it when you are like this. Not only did you ignore me on the phone but now you even dare to refuse Mama's request?" Mrs. Seira felt irritated.
"I'm not rejecting Ma, it's just that you know yourself, there's only one room here."
"What happened to you? Why don't you want to accompany Byanca? She is your future wife, Devan, the future mother of your child. Why did you refuse Mama's request as if you and Byanca have nothing to do with it?" Seira raised her voice.
Hearing that, Devan rubbed his face roughly.
Taking a deep breath, "Okay, it's up to you, mom," he finally complied.
See! He hasn't even expressed his feelings yet and his mother has scolded him like this? Even though Devan just refuses to live with Byanca. What will happen if he cancels this arranged marriage unilaterally?
Soon a smile was etched on the lips of the middle-aged woman.
"Good."
"I will come every day to check on him as well as cook for you," she added again.
Devan, who heard his mother's words, frowned in confusion. Because the words of the middle-aged woman nearby seemed to suggest that Byanca was suffering from a serious illness.
However, Devan chose to remain silent and did not ask. He didn't care at all and didn't want to know what had happened to her.
His mind was currently only filled with Anna and his son, 'Dave'.
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Devan was still silent and busy playing Dave's hair in his lap as if Leo's words weren't directed at him.
Naila who heard that was silent, occasionally glancing at Anna briefly.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, Devan," Leo said again when he didn't get a response from his cousin.
"You'd better go home, don't make Mrs. Seira wait," Anna chimed in.
"In a moment, I still want to be here," Devan replied with a shaky breath.
***
It was now getting dark, the sunlight was slowly being replaced by the moonlight hanging between the stars. Sometimes it seems to hide behind the clouds.
A drizzle fell and drenched the whole of City J. A red Ferrari drove in the middle of the busy highway.
Yes, currently Devan is heading to his own house.
The roar of the car and the rustling of the drizzle were disguised by the music that the man had just turned on.
He knew that his mother was home before Leo even told him.
He also saw incoming calls from Byanca and his mother. Only, Devan ignored him and didn't answer.
He didn't know, he feel lazy to even just talk to them.
Until a few minutes later, Devan had arrived.
"Where have you been Devan?" Seira asked right after seeing her son enter the house.
"I'm tired, Mom."
"I'm going up first, want to rest," added Devan again.
"You just came and have been ignoring Mama like this?" Mrs. Seira protested to her son.
"I want to talk to you," she said again immediately following the man.
"Next time, Mom," Devan replied, ignoring Seira at all and continuing to walk up the stairs to his room.
Seeing that, Madam Seira heaved a rough sigh. The middle-aged felt a little annoyed.
Entering the room, Devan's steps suddenly stopped. His eyes saw a woman sleeping on his bed.
She is Byanca.
Immediately, Devan closed the bedroom door again and moved to his study. Only that his steps stopped again when Mrs. Seira suddenly appeared and grabbed his arm.
"Devan, don't ignore me like this," said Seira.
"I am tired, Mom."
"Where are you from? Your secretary said you weren't in the office, and I called Leo and you weren't with him."
"Where are you from?" Seira repeated her sentence.
"Meeting Client Ma."
"With your appearance like this?" Seira narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"What's wrong with my appearance, Mom?"
"I'm not naked."
Hearing that, Seira chuckled.
"Ah, okay. Forget it."
"Come on in first, I want to talk to you about something," said Mrs. Seira as she pulled her son's arm into the room that Devan was aiming for earlier.
Devan did not respond and just obeyed his mother's words.
He wanted to express all his feelings right now, about his disapproval of marrying Byanca, about his feelings for Byanca, everything. But after meeting his mother in person, for some reason all the sentences that had been neatly arranged earlier suddenly dispersed somewhere.
Devan was suddenly confused, didn't know what to say and where to start.
Let it be, tonight he will just pass it while waiting for the right time. Yes, he would say it to Seira first before the big families from both sides.
"You have eaten?" Seira asked right after landing her body on the sofa together with Devan.
Those who were asked just nodded in agreement without making a sound.
"That's good," said Sierra.
Devan didn't respond, the man was waiting for his mother to say the thing she seemed to want to tell himself.
"Are you and Byanca okay?" Seira asked starting, after a few seconds of silence.
"Why do you ask like that?"
"It's okay, I just wanted to know. Remember Devan, your wedding will be held soon. Don't do useless things outside," Seira answered at length.
Devan is silent.
"Lately Byanca has been feeling dizzy. Maybe it's because of lack of blood and tiredness. I've asked her to move to Grandma's house. But she refuses."
"So I brought her here, at least she's no longer living alone in the hotel. I'm worried about her, Devan. I don't want her health to deteriorate before your wedding."
"As her future husband, you should pay more attention to your future wife," Seira chirped incessantly.
"What do you mean Mama?" Asked Devan, his brow furrowed faintly.
"From now on, I ask her to stay here with you."
"But Mom..."
"Devan, don't refuse Me," Seira interrupted immediately with a slightly raised voice.
"Mom, in this house there is only one room. How can he live here? No, I don't want to," Devan refused.
Seira who heard her son's words smiled faintly, "If that's the case, you can use this room or the sofa to sleep," Seira replied.
"At least Byanca doesn't live alone Devan, Mama's worried something might happen to her."
'This kid is still pretending he doesn't want to share a room with Byanca.'
'Though I know very well that you guys have done sex,' And various similar thoughts filled the middle-aged woman's mind.
Mrs. Seira is a doctor, and it is not impossible not to know Byanca's current condition. Especially when she checked her pulse.
Even though the signs she is experiencing are common, she is sickly convinced that Byanca is currently pregnant with her grandson.
"If you're worried, why don't you just stay with her here? I can go to a hotel or find another inn," Devan replied.
"Devan!? I didn't like it when you are like this. Not only did you ignore me on the phone but now you even dare to refuse Mama's request?" Mrs. Seira felt irritated.
"I'm not rejecting Ma, it's just that you know yourself, there's only one room here."
"What happened to you? Why don't you want to accompany Byanca? She is your future wife, Devan, the future mother of your child. Why did you refuse Mama's request as if you and Byanca have nothing to do with it?" Seira raised her voice.
Hearing that, Devan rubbed his face roughly.
Taking a deep breath, "Okay, it's up to you, mom," he finally complied.
See! He hasn't even expressed his feelings yet and his mother has scolded him like this? Even though Devan just refuses to live with Byanca. What will happen if he cancels this arranged marriage unilaterally?
Soon a smile was etched on the lips of the middle-aged woman.
"Good."
"I will come every day to check on him as well as cook for you," she added again.
Devan, who heard his mother's words, frowned in confusion. Because the words of the middle-aged woman nearby seemed to suggest that Byanca was suffering from a serious illness.
However, Devan chose to remain silent and did not ask. He didn't care at all and didn't want to know what had happened to her.
His mind was currently only filled with Anna and his son, 'Dave'.
Devan was still silent and busy playing Dave's hair in his lap as if Leo's words weren't directed at him.Naila who heard that was silent, occasionally glancing at Anna briefly."Don't pretend you didn't hear me, Devan," Leo said again when he didn't get a response from his cousin."You'd better go home, don't make Mrs. Seira wait," Anna chimed in."In a moment, I still want to be here," Devan replied with a shaky breath.***It was now getting dark, the sunlight was slowly being replaced by the moonlight hanging between the stars. Sometimes it seems to hide behind the clouds.A drizzle fell and drenched the whole of City J. A red Ferrari drove in the middle of the busy highway.Yes, currently Devan is heading to his own house.The roar of the car and the rustling of the drizzle were disguised by the music that the man had just turned on.He knew that his mother was home before Leo even told him.He also saw incoming calls from Byanca and his mother. Only, Devan ignored him and didn't answer.He didn't know, he feel lazy to even just talk to them.Until a few minutes later, Devan had arrived."Where have you been Devan?" Seira asked right after seeing her son enter the house."I'm tired, Mom.""I'm going up first, want to rest," added Devan again."You just came and have been ignoring Mama like this?" Mrs. Seira protested to her son."I want to talk to you," she said again immediately following the man."Next time, Mom," Devan replied, ignoring Seira at all and continuing to walk up the stairs to his room.Seeing that, Madam Seira heaved a rough sigh. The middle-aged felt a little annoyed.Entering the room, Devan's steps suddenly stopped. His eyes saw a woman sleeping on his bed.She is Byanca.Immediately, Devan closed the bedroom door again and moved to his study. Only that his steps stopped again when Mrs. Seira suddenly appeared and grabbed his arm."Devan, don't ignore me like this," said Seira."I am tired, Mom.""Where are you from? Your secretary said you weren't in the office, and I called Leo and you weren't with him.""Where are you from?" Seira repeated her sentence."Meeting Client Ma.""With your appearance like this?" Seira narrowed her eyes suspiciously."What's wrong with my appearance, Mom?""I'm not naked."Hearing that, Seira chuckled."Ah, okay. Forget it.""Come on in first, I want to talk to you about something," said Mrs. Seira as she pulled her son's arm into the room that Devan was aiming for earlier.Devan did not respond and just obeyed his mother's words.He wanted to express all his feelings right now, about his disapproval of marrying Byanca, about his feelings for Byanca, everything. But after meeting his mother in person, for some reason all the sentences that had been neatly arranged earlier suddenly dispersed somewhere.Devan was suddenly confused, didn't know what to say and where to start.Let it be, tonight he will just pass it while waiting for the right time. Yes, he would say it to Seira first before the big families from both sides."You have eaten?" Seira asked right after landing her body on the sofa together with Devan.Those who were asked just nodded in agreement without making a sound."That's good," said Sierra.Devan didn't respond, the man was waiting for his mother to say the thing she seemed to want to tell himself."Are you and Byanca okay?" Seira asked starting, after a few seconds of silence."Why do you ask like that?""It's okay, I just wanted to know. Remember Devan, your wedding will be held soon. Don't do useless things outside," Seira answered at length.Devan is silent."Lately Byanca has been feeling dizzy. Maybe it's because of lack of blood and tiredness. I've asked her to move to Grandma's house. But she refuses.""So I brought her here, at least she's no longer living alone in the hotel. I'm worried about her, Devan. I don't want her health to deteriorate before your wedding.""As her future husband, you should pay more attention to your future wife," Seira chirped incessantly."What do you mean Mama?" Asked Devan, his brow furrowed faintly."From now on, I ask her to stay here with you.""But Mom...""Devan, don't refuse Me," Seira interrupted immediately with a slightly raised voice."Mom, in this house there is only one room. How can he live here? No, I don't want to," Devan refused.Seira who heard her son's words smiled faintly, "If that's the case, you can use this room or the sofa to sleep," Seira replied."At least Byanca doesn't live alone Devan, Mama's worried something might happen to her."'This kid is still pretending he doesn't want to share a room with Byanca.''Though I know very well that you guys have done sex,' And various similar thoughts filled the middle-aged woman's mind.Mrs. Seira is a doctor, and it is not impossible not to know Byanca's current condition. Especially when she checked her pulse.Even though the signs she is experiencing are common, she is sickly convinced that Byanca is currently pregnant with her grandson."If you're worried, why don't you just stay with her here? I can go to a hotel or find another inn," Devan replied."Devan!? I didn't like it when you are like this. Not only did you ignore me on the phone but now you even dare to refuse Mama's request?" Mrs. Seira felt irritated."I'm not rejecting Ma, it's just that you know yourself, there's only one room here.""What happened to you? Why don't you want to accompany Byanca? She is your future wife, Devan, the future mother of your child. Why did you refuse Mama's request as if you and Byanca have nothing to do with it?" Seira raised her voice.Hearing that, Devan rubbed his face roughly.Taking a deep breath, "Okay, it's up to you, mom," he finally complied.See! He hasn't even expressed his feelings yet and his mother has scolded him like this? Even though Devan just refuses to live with Byanca. What will happen if he cancels this arranged marriage unilaterally?Soon a smile was etched on the lips of the middle-aged woman."Good.""I will come every day to check on him as well as cook for you," she added again.Devan, who heard his mother's words, frowned in confusion. Because the words of the middle-aged woman nearby seemed to suggest that Byanca was suffering from a serious illness.However, Devan chose to remain silent and did not ask. He didn't care at all and didn't want to know what had happened to her.His mind was currently only filled with Anna and his son, 'Dave'.
