Chapter 3 My Son

Tonight, I just finished cooking for Regan. I immediately sat beside him, who was engrossed in learning to write.

"Wow, Mother's child can already write the letter A, huh? Regan is so smart," I complimented while rubbing his head.

"Yes, Mother. Mrs. Gulu said, Egan was already good at writing," Regan said with a lisp, which made me not want to miss always kissing his chubby cheeks.

"Your Prince is hungry, isn't he?" I asked.

"Very tired, Mother. I don't want to eat," he said excitedly.

"Then let's fly to the dining table!" I lifted Regan's petite body and sat her on a chair at the dining table. "Landing successfully," I said, making him chuckle.

Mom, cook what?" He asked, staring at the food on the table.

"Mother cooks Egan's favorite fried chicken," I said, taking her favorite rice and chicken thighs.

"Fun! The problem is that at Aunt Ilen's house, Egan doesn't eat fried chicken," he said.

I smiled and handed him the food. "Eat a lot, unfortunately, Mother."

I haven't told you who Iren is. Iren is Sonya's biological sister. Sonya's family has been so nice to me and Regan. They helped me take care of Regan while I was working. After my family threw me away, another family embraced me. Yes, ironic indeed. Five years have passed, but I still don't know how my family is in Semarang today. I hope they find me. Even if it seemed impossible after what happened.

"Mother, why don't you eat too?" Regan's voice woke me up.

I smiled at him.

"Mom is happy to see Egan eating. Want some more?" I asked him, and he nodded enthusiastically.

I got the rice and side dishes for Regan. Regan went back to eating it, but immediately she thrust the food at me.

"Aaaaak, Mother!" Regan persuaded.

I opened my mouth to take a bite from him, and Regan said again, "You must eat a lot if you are strong. Mom, you work fine to pay for Egan's school."

His innocence really makes me teary-eyed. Dear God, thank you because you have given me a little angel who can strengthen my heart. Please don't separate us both, Lord. Really, I never imagined that would happen. I shed tears.

"Mother, why are you crying? Is the food not good?" asked Egan.

"Do not love. It's so delicious. Mother is just touched to see your attention, "I said.

"Kalena Egan loves Mother. Mother, don't cry! Regan wiped the tears off my cheeks. I nodded and hugged Regan's body.

I can't look weak in front of Regan. I have to be a strong woman for my little angel.

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The next day, I was busy working on several reports requested by Mr. Wildan.

"Are you busy?" Sonya was already standing outside my cubicle.

"Hmm. This should be finished this afternoon," I said, still busy doing my work.

"Eh, Ta, Pak Dave is still single, you know. He does not have a fiancé and is not yet married. Yesterday I met with his secretary, and he said all that. Even in the office, there is a Dave Lover group. I'm happy to be part of that group."

His chatter sickens me to hear it.

"Isn't there anything more interesting that you can tell me besides your favorite boss?" I said, glancing at him briefly.

"Oh, come on, dear Agneta. You're not thinking about changing course, are you?" He said that, making me stop my work and stare intently at him.

Oh, come on, pretty Miss Sonya. Can you change the subject? My ears feel like they're about to burst listening to you, who keep on talking about the new boss," I said jokingly, even though my heart was already very annoyed.

He chuckles at me.

"In that case, how about we discuss Mr. Aiden? How is your relationship with him going now? You miss him because he has work outside the office these days, right?" He said it, making me sigh.

"What in the world?" I said.

"What, her cheeks are actually flushing!" His taunt made me roll my eyeballs lazily.

I tidied up the report I just printed out and put it in a blue folder.

"That's enough. Don't chatter all the time; I'm going to Pak Wildan's room first," I said, hurrying to leave. Sonya, who was still taunting me like a teenager,

I entered Mr. Wildan's room after getting permission and immediately handed over the documents that had just been completed to him.

"Good," he complimented as he checked the report files.

I smiled and felt satisfied after hearing the comment. Of course, because I always try to do my best without wanting to disappoint anyone.

"Neta, please give this report directly to Mr. Dave's room, OK?" Pak Wildan ordered, making me freeze in place.

"M-me, sir?" I muttered and choked.

"Yes, Mr. Dave wants to check it directly. Is there any problem?" asked Mr. Wildan, looking at me suspiciously.

I immediately shook my head, not wanting Pak Wildan to raise any suspicions.

"Okay, sir. I will take this document to Mr. Davero's room," I said while taking the document back.

"Neta," Pak Wildan called when I was about to leave. "You are okay, right?"

"Yes sir. I'm fine," I said and hurried away.

I got on the elevator and pressed button 29 to go to his room, then wrung my hands out of nervousness and fear.

You can, Agnes. Strengthen yourself; you can definitely do it. That's what I said to myself while waiting for the elevator door to open.

Ting!

My thoughts were broken when the elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious red velvet carpet. I walked along the carpet until I met a fairly large room, and there was Rachel, Davero's secretary. He smiled warmly to greet me.

"Wanna meet Pak Dave, huh?" he asked, and I nodded in response. "Come in; he's been waiting," he said, making me smile sadly.

What does this asshole want?

I entered the room after being allowed to do so. There is a luxurious and spacious room, and this is the first time I have entered the CEO's room, the big boss. Never before had a lowly employee like me entered the big boss' area like this. Now, here I am. You can see the various trophies and awards that this company has won in the room that I entered for the first time during my two years working here. My gaze was directed to the figure that I hate so much. He was typing something on his laptop when I walked over to his oversized desk.

"This is the report you asked for, sir," I said as I handed the document over to his desk.

"Hmm," he replied.

"Then excuse me." I backed away to turn around to get out.

"Agnet, wait!"

His words stopped me from turning around. He stood up from his chair and glared at me. That stare always makes me freeze and weaken. He grabbed the document I gave him and opened it, then sat on the side of his desk to read the document.

Five years have passed, but nothing has changed for him. He's still a handsome devil who has ruined my life. His face looks more handsome and much more mature, especially with the fine hairs that fill his jaw. Her eyelashes remained curled, and her gray eyes were sharp and full of intimidation, as I've told you for the umpteenth time. He is still the Dave I know.

"Good," he said, glancing at me.

I still stare at him coldly.

"It's true that you are the best employee here. No wonder your manager is always proud of you. Your work is to be commended," he said.

"Thank you," I replied.

He's still looking at me. "Five years have passed. Long enough, right?"

Of course, his words did not require my response. He got back up and walked towards me. That made me take a few steps back and keep walking backwards until my ass hit the head of the couch behind me. He crouched over my body with his hands holding onto the head of the sofa, making me unable to move or hold my breath.

"Excuse me, sir. I have to leave soon. I still have a lot of work," I said while trying to get up, but he didn't move an inch.

His dirty hand stroked my cheek, and then his thumb brushed against my rosy lips.

"I missed you," he said, still kissing my lips.

He was about to kiss me, but I immediately pushed him away with all my might.

Plaque!

"Please watch your manners, honorable Mr. Davero!" I screamed, and she kept trying to move.

He held my wrist again and pulled me until our bodies were close to each other.

"I'm glad to see you again, Agneta. I've been looking for you all this time, until I searched the entire city of Semarang looking for you!" He said it emphatically.

What is he looking for me for? Isn't it enough that he has left a wound in my heart?

I tried my best to keep away from his body and left the room in annoyance. Rachel gave me a confused look, but so be it. I quickened my steps toward entering the elevator. My body shook violently in the elevator. The touch. I want to forget that scary incident. Please take him away from me, Oh Lord.

My body slumped to the elevator floor, and I cried uncontrollably there. I remember how he forced me to kiss him and how he ruined my future.

I hate it! I really hate it!

Please give me strength. Please give me the strength to stay on my feet and keep walking in front of that devil. God, please strengthen me.

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