"Nath, where are you going?" asked Siska when she saw her son looking neat, wearing his favorite white trousers and jacket. Walk over to the drawer, and take out one of the car keys.
His mother asked. Nathan immediately stopped and approached his mother in a knot.
"Want an apple, Mom," he replied then.
Siska then glanced at her husband as if asking for his opinion whether this was the right time to have a heart-to-heart talk with her only son.
"Nath, sit down first. Papa and Mama want to talk," Alan said later.
Nathan, who was about to leave, stopped. He then looked at his parents, who were now wearing severe faces.
"What the hell? Seriously," he said, still half-joking. Then he sat on the right side of the sofa, facing his parents.
"Dinda, your girl, how's the child, Nath?" Siska asked, opening the question.
