Chapter 187: 187. Misunderstanding
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His mind was currently only filled with Anna and his son, 'Dave'.
"It's up to you, Mama," said Devan.
Hearing her son's response, Madame Seira smiled widely. She seemed so happy right now.
If only her husband was here, would it be possible that he would feel the same way as her?
Glancing at the clock in the room, it was already seven in the evening.
"Alright, since it's already late. I will go home and come back tomorrow," said Mrs. Seira then stood up.
"Why don't you just stay?" offered Devan.
"Later, when you give me a grandson," Mrs. Seira replied with a smile.
"You already have grandchildren," said Devan.
Seira who heard that didn't respond too far, and only laughed a little. "You, take care of your marriage first," she replied.
Even though Devan's original intention was to joke, he just wanted to see his mother's reaction when she heard him say that she already had grandchildren.
But the man never expected his mother's response, which seemed so casual, even though he was very sure that his tone of voice had sounded serious.
"Take good care of Byanca," said Mrs. Seira again walking towards the door.
"Then I go first. I've cooked just in case you're both hungry later," she added.
Devan did not reply to his mother's words and only nodded in agreement while following behind her, leading her to the main door.
"Don't do anything with your future wife, let her rest until the wedding day arrives," said Seira when she arrived at the door.
"Don't worry. I won't do anything to her," the man replied.
"Good, this is for the sake of her health and the good of your family in the future."
"Erm, you should go, mom, the night air is not good if mom comes home too late," said Devan while gesturing to Hendra to immediately escort the middle-aged woman.
"You have to promise first."
"What promise, Mom?"
"You won't do anything to Byanca until you're married."
"Yes, Ma. I promise," replied the man immediately. To be honest, he feels his mother is a little weird today, he didn't know, or is it just his feelings?
Mrs. Seira nodded, then entered the car that had just stopped.
"Hendra, don't go too fast, just take it slow," said Devan to the driver.
"Yes sir."
Waiting until the black car in which his mother was riding disappeared from his sight, Devan then entered the house.
Devan took a deep breath. It seemed his mother was too hopeful that he would touch Byanca.
No kidding. After all, who wants to touch another man's ex? Huh, what a joke. Even if he married Byanca, he didn't have the slightest interest in touching her, not even the slightest bit. How can he do it? Just looking at her made him feel disgusted.
It seemed from now on, if he was at home he would spend more time in his study than in his bedroom.
Laying down on the sofa in his study, Devan tried to stretch his body. His eyes looked out the window, enjoying the night view from behind the wide-open window.
The night breeze that blew managed to relax a little his neck muscles that felt very stiff.
Stayed in that position for almost an hour. Devan didn't move an inch.
"What are you doing now?" Devan muttered then grabbed his cell phone, intending to call Anna.
But, a knock on the door suddenly sounded and stopped his intentions.
Knock...knock...knock...
"What is it?" asked Devan right after the door open.
Byanca who was standing in front of him looked at him sadly.
"Where's Mama?"
"She came back at home," said Devan curtly.
"I'm hungry, honey. Have you had dinner?" Byanca asked.
"There's food on the table. Mama cooked before she came home. You come down and eat."
"Just me? How about you?"
"I am still full."
Hearing that, Byanca pouted.
"Then I don't want to eat either," she said.
Hearing that, Devan took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll come to eat," he said. He did it simply because he didn't want to become a victim of Mrs. Seira Atmadja's tantrum if Byanca got sick.
The woman's smile broke, "Thank you," she said then wanted to grab Devan's arm but was immediately pushed away by the man.
"I will accompany you to eat doesn't mean you can do anything to me. Take care of your attitude," said Devan starting to walk, walking past Byanca who was still standing where she was.
The woman scowled in annoyance, but she tried to hold it in and just followed behind Devan, down the stairs to the dining table.
"I can't want to stay here, I'm afraid to trouble you. It's just that Mama forced me and even she wanted to bring my things from the hotel," Byanca said between her meals.
"I had no reason to refuse, so I had to comply," she added.
"I'm sorry if I bother you."
Devan just nodded faintly and didn't reply to Byanca's words, making the atmosphere quiet again.
"Soon I will be your wife, I will try to do the best for you later, Devan," said Byanca again.
"Is that true?"
Hearing Devan's response for the first time, Byanca was enthusiastic.
"Um, of course. I'll do anything as long as it makes you happy by my side," said Byanca.
"Do you know where I am today?" asked Devan, a reply that had nothing to do with it.
"You must be busy with your work. I understand, you finished a lot of your work to prepare for the wedding later, right?" Byanca guessed. Even though her heart said differently, but as much as possible she didn't want to discuss other women if it was only the two of her future husband.
"I met a little boy, about four years old."
"Really? What's with him?" replied Byanca trying to respond and follow the flow of Devan's discussion.
"Do you know what he said?"
Byanca shook her head.
"He said eating while talking is not polite," said Devan making Byanca's face suddenly turn sour.
"He's just a kid. What does he know about adult business?" replied Byanca feeling a little annoyed because indirectly, she felt that Devan was making fun of her.
"Erm, a very smart little boy. I'm curious, how can he understand things like that better than you?" he chuckled as he remembered his son.
"Devan, are you offending me?"
"That's if you're offended," replied Devan then continued his meal which seemed to be finished soon.
Byanca was speechless and didn't care anymore.
Angry? annoyed? Of course, Byanca felt that way, it was just that she held it in.. Because she didn't want to cause unnecessary problems.
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His mind was currently only filled with Anna and his son, 'Dave'.
"It's up to you, Mama," said Devan.
Hearing her son's response, Madame Seira smiled widely. She seemed so happy right now.
If only her husband was here, would it be possible that he would feel the same way as her?
Glancing at the clock in the room, it was already seven in the evening.
"Alright, since it's already late. I will go home and come back tomorrow," said Mrs. Seira then stood up.
"Why don't you just stay?" offered Devan.
"Later, when you give me a grandson," Mrs. Seira replied with a smile.
"You already have grandchildren," said Devan.
Seira who heard that didn't respond too far, and only laughed a little. "You, take care of your marriage first," she replied.
Even though Devan's original intention was to joke, he just wanted to see his mother's reaction when she heard him say that she already had grandchildren.
But the man never expected his mother's response, which seemed so casual, even though he was very sure that his tone of voice had sounded serious.
"Take good care of Byanca," said Mrs. Seira again walking towards the door.
"Then I go first. I've cooked just in case you're both hungry later," she added.
Devan did not reply to his mother's words and only nodded in agreement while following behind her, leading her to the main door.
"Don't do anything with your future wife, let her rest until the wedding day arrives," said Seira when she arrived at the door.
"Don't worry. I won't do anything to her," the man replied.
"Good, this is for the sake of her health and the good of your family in the future."
"Erm, you should go, mom, the night air is not good if mom comes home too late," said Devan while gesturing to Hendra to immediately escort the middle-aged woman.
"You have to promise first."
"What promise, Mom?"
"You won't do anything to Byanca until you're married."
"Yes, Ma. I promise," replied the man immediately. To be honest, he feels his mother is a little weird today, he didn't know, or is it just his feelings?
Mrs. Seira nodded, then entered the car that had just stopped.
"Hendra, don't go too fast, just take it slow," said Devan to the driver.
"Yes sir."
Waiting until the black car in which his mother was riding disappeared from his sight, Devan then entered the house.
Devan took a deep breath. It seemed his mother was too hopeful that he would touch Byanca.
No kidding. After all, who wants to touch another man's ex? Huh, what a joke. Even if he married Byanca, he didn't have the slightest interest in touching her, not even the slightest bit. How can he do it? Just looking at her made him feel disgusted.
It seemed from now on, if he was at home he would spend more time in his study than in his bedroom.
Laying down on the sofa in his study, Devan tried to stretch his body. His eyes looked out the window, enjoying the night view from behind the wide-open window.
The night breeze that blew managed to relax a little his neck muscles that felt very stiff.
Stayed in that position for almost an hour. Devan didn't move an inch.
"What are you doing now?" Devan muttered then grabbed his cell phone, intending to call Anna.
But, a knock on the door suddenly sounded and stopped his intentions.
Knock...knock...knock...
"What is it?" asked Devan right after the door open.
Byanca who was standing in front of him looked at him sadly.
"Where's Mama?"
"She came back at home," said Devan curtly.
"I'm hungry, honey. Have you had dinner?" Byanca asked.
"There's food on the table. Mama cooked before she came home. You come down and eat."
"Just me? How about you?"
"I am still full."
Hearing that, Byanca pouted.
"Then I don't want to eat either," she said.
Hearing that, Devan took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll come to eat," he said. He did it simply because he didn't want to become a victim of Mrs. Seira Atmadja's tantrum if Byanca got sick.
The woman's smile broke, "Thank you," she said then wanted to grab Devan's arm but was immediately pushed away by the man.
"I will accompany you to eat doesn't mean you can do anything to me. Take care of your attitude," said Devan starting to walk, walking past Byanca who was still standing where she was.
The woman scowled in annoyance, but she tried to hold it in and just followed behind Devan, down the stairs to the dining table.
"I can't want to stay here, I'm afraid to trouble you. It's just that Mama forced me and even she wanted to bring my things from the hotel," Byanca said between her meals.
"I had no reason to refuse, so I had to comply," she added.
"I'm sorry if I bother you."
Devan just nodded faintly and didn't reply to Byanca's words, making the atmosphere quiet again.
"Soon I will be your wife, I will try to do the best for you later, Devan," said Byanca again.
"Is that true?"
Hearing Devan's response for the first time, Byanca was enthusiastic.
"Um, of course. I'll do anything as long as it makes you happy by my side," said Byanca.
"Do you know where I am today?" asked Devan, a reply that had nothing to do with it.
"You must be busy with your work. I understand, you finished a lot of your work to prepare for the wedding later, right?" Byanca guessed. Even though her heart said differently, but as much as possible she didn't want to discuss other women if it was only the two of her future husband.
"I met a little boy, about four years old."
"Really? What's with him?" replied Byanca trying to respond and follow the flow of Devan's discussion.
"Do you know what he said?"
Byanca shook her head.
"He said eating while talking is not polite," said Devan making Byanca's face suddenly turn sour.
"He's just a kid. What does he know about adult business?" replied Byanca feeling a little annoyed because indirectly, she felt that Devan was making fun of her.
"Erm, a very smart little boy. I'm curious, how can he understand things like that better than you?" he chuckled as he remembered his son.
"Devan, are you offending me?"
"That's if you're offended," replied Devan then continued his meal which seemed to be finished soon.
Byanca was speechless and didn't care anymore.
Angry? annoyed? Of course, Byanca felt that way, it was just that she held it in.. Because she didn't want to cause unnecessary problems.
His mind was currently only filled with Anna and his son, 'Dave'."It's up to you, Mama," said Devan.Hearing her son's response, Madame Seira smiled widely. She seemed so happy right now.If only her husband was here, would it be possible that he would feel the same way as her?Glancing at the clock in the room, it was already seven in the evening."Alright, since it's already late. I will go home and come back tomorrow," said Mrs. Seira then stood up."Why don't you just stay?" offered Devan."Later, when you give me a grandson," Mrs. Seira replied with a smile."You already have grandchildren," said Devan.Seira who heard that didn't respond too far, and only laughed a little. "You, take care of your marriage first," she replied.Even though Devan's original intention was to joke, he just wanted to see his mother's reaction when she heard him say that she already had grandchildren.But the man never expected his mother's response, which seemed so casual, even though he was very sure that his tone of voice had sounded serious."Take good care of Byanca," said Mrs. Seira again walking towards the door."Then I go first. I've cooked just in case you're both hungry later," she added.Devan did not reply to his mother's words and only nodded in agreement while following behind her, leading her to the main door."Don't do anything with your future wife, let her rest until the wedding day arrives," said Seira when she arrived at the door."Don't worry. I won't do anything to her," the man replied."Good, this is for the sake of her health and the good of your family in the future.""Erm, you should go, mom, the night air is not good if mom comes home too late," said Devan while gesturing to Hendra to immediately escort the middle-aged woman."You have to promise first.""What promise, Mom?""You won't do anything to Byanca until you're married.""Yes, Ma. I promise," replied the man immediately. To be honest, he feels his mother is a little weird today, he didn't know, or is it just his feelings?Mrs. Seira nodded, then entered the car that had just stopped."Hendra, don't go too fast, just take it slow," said Devan to the driver."Yes sir."Waiting until the black car in which his mother was riding disappeared from his sight, Devan then entered the house.Devan took a deep breath. It seemed his mother was too hopeful that he would touch Byanca.No kidding. After all, who wants to touch another man's ex? Huh, what a joke. Even if he married Byanca, he didn't have the slightest interest in touching her, not even the slightest bit. How can he do it? Just looking at her made him feel disgusted.It seemed from now on, if he was at home he would spend more time in his study than in his bedroom.Laying down on the sofa in his study, Devan tried to stretch his body. His eyes looked out the window, enjoying the night view from behind the wide-open window.The night breeze that blew managed to relax a little his neck muscles that felt very stiff.Stayed in that position for almost an hour. Devan didn't move an inch."What are you doing now?" Devan muttered then grabbed his cell phone, intending to call Anna.But, a knock on the door suddenly sounded and stopped his intentions.Knock...knock...knock..."What is it?" asked Devan right after the door open.Byanca who was standing in front of him looked at him sadly."Where's Mama?""She came back at home," said Devan curtly."I'm hungry, honey. Have you had dinner?" Byanca asked."There's food on the table. Mama cooked before she came home. You come down and eat.""Just me? How about you?""I am still full."Hearing that, Byanca pouted."Then I don't want to eat either," she said.Hearing that, Devan took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll come to eat," he said. He did it simply because he didn't want to become a victim of Mrs. Seira Atmadja's tantrum if Byanca got sick.The woman's smile broke, "Thank you," she said then wanted to grab Devan's arm but was immediately pushed away by the man."I will accompany you to eat doesn't mean you can do anything to me. Take care of your attitude," said Devan starting to walk, walking past Byanca who was still standing where she was.The woman scowled in annoyance, but she tried to hold it in and just followed behind Devan, down the stairs to the dining table."I can't want to stay here, I'm afraid to trouble you. It's just that Mama forced me and even she wanted to bring my things from the hotel," Byanca said between her meals."I had no reason to refuse, so I had to comply," she added."I'm sorry if I bother you."Devan just nodded faintly and didn't reply to Byanca's words, making the atmosphere quiet again."Soon I will be your wife, I will try to do the best for you later, Devan," said Byanca again."Is that true?"Hearing Devan's response for the first time, Byanca was enthusiastic."Um, of course. I'll do anything as long as it makes you happy by my side," said Byanca."Do you know where I am today?" asked Devan, a reply that had nothing to do with it."You must be busy with your work. I understand, you finished a lot of your work to prepare for the wedding later, right?" Byanca guessed. Even though her heart said differently, but as much as possible she didn't want to discuss other women if it was only the two of her future husband."I met a little boy, about four years old.""Really? What's with him?" replied Byanca trying to respond and follow the flow of Devan's discussion."Do you know what he said?"Byanca shook her head."He said eating while talking is not polite," said Devan making Byanca's face suddenly turn sour."He's just a kid. What does he know about adult business?" replied Byanca feeling a little annoyed because indirectly, she felt that Devan was making fun of her."Erm, a very smart little boy. I'm curious, how can he understand things like that better than you?" he chuckled as he remembered his son."Devan, are you offending me?""That's if you're offended," replied Devan then continued his meal which seemed to be finished soon.Byanca was speechless and didn't care anymore.Angry? annoyed? Of course, Byanca felt that way, it was just that she held it in.. Because she didn't want to cause unnecessary problems.
