Chapter 117 - My girl (2) (1/2)

Jacqueline smiled pleasingly and she glanced at her son, seeing his handsome face brightened up with a big smile, too. He seemed to be in a very good mood. Seeing him carrying the small puppy in his arms with care, made Jacqueline feel happy, too. It had been a long time since she saw him with a pet.

The two female servants were standing in the room with Stefan's and Wirata's suitcases. They were waiting for the order from Madam which room to take the suitcases to.

”Your room is always well-look-after. The black suitcase to the Master's room.”

Jacqueline said to the servants. She recognized Stefan's suitcase so she guessed the blue suitcase belonged to Wirata.

”For Wirata, since you are Sam's best friend. You can have a guest room next to his room. Take the smaller suitcase to the guest room next to the Doctor's room.”

Jacqueline gave an order to the two servants. The Master meant Stefan Mackenzie and the Doctor meant Sam Mackenzie. The servants knew the names they referred to here.

”Leave it there,  and you two can go now.”

Stefan ordered the servants so they bowed and left the room without questions.

”Um, Wirata can stay in my room, mother.”

The voice said and when his mother looked at him. He gave her a mischievous smile and gave a peck on her cheek.

”In your room? She's Sam's best friend. How could she be in your room? And my house has lots of rooms for guests.”

Jacqueline protested. She was pretending not to understand her son's gesture.

The son let puppy down and quickly wrapped his arms around his mother's waist.

”Sam's best friend, but she is my girlfriend, mother. Don't tease your own son. I know that you know.”

He finally said out causing two women of different ages to hide their smiles. Wirata felt the heart swaying with that word. She knew he said it just to save her and did not want his mother to ask more about their situations and relationship. And she also knew he did not mean deeper than that.

”Ah, I see. So much dragging things about as usual, just like your father.”

Jacqueline gave her son a pretended hard gaze but turned to smile kindly to Wirata. She grabbed Wirata's hand and walked to sit on the big couch. The luxurious set of furniture was in ivory and gold colors.

”Finally, my son brought his lady to his mother. You must be so special to be able to stand my son, honey.”

Jacqueline said to Wirata. And Wirata did not know how to respond. So she only smiled modestly.

Stefan walked to lie down on the opposite couch.

”You are saying as if I am a horrible person to live with, mother.”

The voice protested. He put a cushion under his head and closed his eyes, looking relaxed like he was at home.

”That's right, my son. You are like your father, difficult to please and hard to live with. Not very good. Wirata, please think carefully before you make an important decision. Don't rush so you don't regret it later.”

This mother turned to talk to Wirata. Stefan opened his eyes when he heard his mother giving advice to Wirata.

”Mother, please don't cremate me yet. I haven't brought her here for you to fill her ears up like that. I know I am not your favorite son.”

He said with a sulky face. But Jacqueline knew he was pretending.

”I have two sons and both are my favorite. Wirata, please don't mind I say it directly. My sons are great but in their own ways. So, don't go off your good way to join somebody on their bad way. But if you are kind enough, please drag him onto your good way, too.”

She gave Wirata another good advice and Wirata loved her already. What a mother to the big mafia she was! Wirata smiled widely and looked at the man who was lying down making a grim face.