Does he have any disease? Or is he just pretending to forget, Hansen thought. His small eyes investigated Hans intensely.
'Ting...!'
The elevator door opened.
"Can I walk alone? I don't want to be carried, there will be a lot of your employees outside. If they see me being carried like a child that's very embarrassing!" Hansen said.
"Ha ha ... You're a child but you already know prestige?" Hans sneered.
"It comes from you too!" Hansen replied.
"Ha ha ... Okay. I'll put you down, but you can't let go of my hand. How?"
"Agreed!" Hansen immediately grabbed Hans's burly hand.
Walking side by side with his father was Hansen's dream. Actually, the thing that made him lazy to go to school was this, when everyone would be escorted by his mother and father in turn, with hands that went together, making Hansen felt very imperfect. He can only stare at those who were complete with their parents, while he only had a mother who had to work hard day and night for him. There was only a great-grandmother who will take him. Obviously it was very different.
However, Hansen was a wise boy. He won't make her mommy sad. So that was the reason he didn't want to go to school, he only kept it in his heart and was replaced by reasons that made him look arrogant.
Walking hand in hand with you is what I was hoping for, Hansen thought as he looked at Hans's tightly gripping hand.
How good it would be if Mommy had my other hand, he continued to himself.
"Look, that kid looks a lot like the president. They're like a betel nut that has been split in two."
"I've never seen that child before, jeez ... who is the mother of that child?"
"What we know is that after Mrs. Achiera died, there was no news that the president was having a relationship with someone else."
"Didn't you pay close attention? Even though the child is dominant like president Hans, but look at the shape of his eyes and his hair. It belongs to Mrs. Achiera."
"Oh ... Jeez, I just realized!"
That was the gossip of every employee per dept, when Hans and Hansen passed through their room.
These people even know Mommy, but why doesn't Dad know Mommy, Hansen thought.
"Liu, take me to the mansion now!" Hans ordered, as soon as he reached the parking area.
"Ba-"
Liu immediately closed his mouth when he saw the figure of a child beside Hans.
"Mini boss?" he said. "Eh ... this is the boy I met at the airport the other day!"
"Ah right, we bumped to each other!" Hansen replied.
"W-who are you?"
"Is that a question or a statement? Can't uncle see our relationship?"
"Boss, is he?"
"Well, as you can see!" Hans replied lazily.
"But boss," Liu still had a hard time digesting everything that had happened.
"Do I have to stand here to answer your question?" Hans said sharply.
'Hi hi hi ...' Hansen giggled seeing Liu being reprimanded by Hans.
Liu didn't care what his boss said, he squatted closer to Hansen.
"Little boy, who is your mother?" Liu asked.
"Look at me carefully. Uncle must have also found the figure of Mommy from my dominant face which imitating your boss," Hansen explained.
"This ..? Achiera ??" Liu snorted. "Boss, this is your son with the madam!" Liu screamed happily.
"Achiera?" Hansen muttered.
"Yes, right. Your face looks like our madam. But ... where is Madame now?" Liu asked.
"My mommy is in a very safe place. A place where she doesn't hurt anymore."
Hansen's answer was too ambiguous, made it difficult for Liu to understand.
"What? What do you mean?" Liu asked.
"Liu, you're getting impudent! Are you going to keep me standing in here?"
The look in Hans's eyes had now turned terrifying.
"Eh ... Okay boss. Sorry!" Liu immediately invited his boss to come in.
Even this uncle can know who Mommy is, so why don't you know Dad, Hansen thought. He was completely overwhelmed by this puzzle.
Arriving at home. ☘️
"Waoww ... is this your house?" Hansen asked. He was quite amazed to see the enormous house.
"Do you like it?" Hans asked.
"I was thinking, can mommy design a house like this? The interior designer must be really great, they have a high artistic value. Transitional contemporary interior design. A very strong blend of traditional and modern styles." Hansen chuckled in amazement.
"Do you understand about the interior world?" Hans asked.
"No. But I see Mommy's stack of graphic designs a lot."
"Your mommy is an interior designer?"
"Yes. She's so good at it that it made her very famous."
"Okay, later we will continue to talk about your mommy. Now I want to cook some dishes, aren't you already very hungry?" Hans asked.
"Waoww ... that must be a lot of fun."
"Then, while waiting you can do anything. Once the food is finished, I'll call you!" Hans said.
"Can I help you to cook?" Hansen asked.
"For this time you have to eat my cooking. Next, if you want, you can cook food for me. How?"
"Agreed!" Hansen replied, "Then, I'll go around your mansion, ok!" Hansen screamed then immediately ran.
He went to see Liu. "Uncle, can I ask you something?" Hansen asked, as soon as he saw Liu.
"Of course, what would you like to ask Young Master?" Liu asked.
"Has your boss forgotten his memory?" Hansen asked.
"Why did young master say that?"
"I think he doesn't know who my mommy is, even though even uncle know who my mommy is," Hansen said.
"Eh this-"
Liu seemed hesitant to say it.