In the morning, Elsa just woke up and was immediately greeted by the cry of her son, Brandon Fransiskus, who was about one year old and had straight natural black hair. The boy seemed very similar to Elsa, who was of Indonesian origin, rather than Carlos, who was still of European blood.
"Brandon, what's wrong?" Elsa huffed in annoyance as she got out of bed. She didn't immediately go out to meet her son but instead went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
"Mommy ..!" Brandon cried in the arms of his babysitter named Riska. he was still at the door, struggling. Wanted to meet his mother who was sleeping in the guest room because the mattress in the usual room she slept in had caught fire.
"Patience, love... Soon mommy will come out," said Riska patiently.
