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.

"Do you mean me, mother? I am on my great path and with her. "

He nodded to Wirata. Wirata knew by their gestures that it was the way they talked to one another. Nothing serious but it was how they showed love and sincerity within them. And she acknowledged that Stefan was like his mother in the way of their open and direct speaking. No hidden agenda.

Jacqueline looked at her son in his relaxing lying down and turned to look at Wirata, who was looking at him with smiled on her face and there was a lot of care in her beautiful eyes. Jacqueline lighted up a smile to see the lovely display.

"I hope you don't mind, Wirata. My son and I, we just talk like this. It's run in the family."

Jacqueline said again to Wirata. She liked the young lady and felt the love flying in the air since the young couple got off the car. Jacqueline would be glad if Stefan finally found his match and soulmate. But who knew the future. She could only pray for the best.

"I don't mind. Please don't worry. I am used to this style of talking."

She said and the person on the couch sent her a glance. Because he knew she meant him, the man who said things without thinking first.

Wirata felt relaxed and no more feeling nervous. She gave the puppy a small bone to play with and he took it to sit near Stefan and started to nibble it.

Wirata missed Sam. Sam was a gentleman through and through. Even though he was cheeky sometimes but his true personality was the finest man every woman could dream of.

But his brother was a different story. Stefan Mackenzie did not only have a killing look but killing words. His sharp tongue could slide you into pieces if not careful. That was the impression he gave to people who did not know him well and he did not care to show off his fine side. It seemed he liked to show it only to people he cared about and that was it.

And to Wirata, he chose to show his insidious side with her most of the time. But now she saw when he was with his mother. He was relaxed, gentle and easy-going. He liked to tease her and kissed her cheeks and hugged her a lot. That was why it made Wirata missing Sam.

However, time was the best tool to proof everything. A man was like a book. We should not judge it by its cover. Especially, the book named Stefan Mackenzie.

To Wirata's eyes, the cover itself had a demon in the form of Satan. On his head was wearing horns. His eyes were red with fire blazes. So scary that she would be afraid to pick it up to open the first page.

But if you could bear the cover image and hold your breath then read. There might be some interesting things in there and might not be too bad after all.

Wirata was on the front page now, so she still was not sure what to find in there. Probably she might have to give the book a little more chance.

"Good job you are used to it... My son, he likes to think he can say anything he thinks in his head, especially, the negative one."

Said the mother.

"Oh, mother, please give me a break. Wirata will be here quite a while to hear you burn me to death and she might help you to do so as well. Since I am not good enough in the eyes of my mother or anyone else. "

The harsh voice protested and sent Wirata a dark glance. Jacqueline had to smile and shook her head.

"Alright. I will have a break myself. Because I missed you so much and I had lots of things to say. That how a mother shows her love to her son. Let's have lunch. Wirata must be hungry. I have prepared some of your favorite dishes, son. If you still remember and haven't changed your liking yet."

She said to her son as she knew how quick Stefan got bored with things. But for food, she just made a teasing with her beloved son. She knew he loved her cooking. And then Jacqueline turned to Wirata.

"And I hope you will like my cooking as well, honey. Let's move to the dining room."

Jacqueline said and rang a bell. Only less than a minute, two servants came in.

"Take these suitcases to the Master's room."

She ordered. The servants bowed and hurried to take the suitcases up the big stairs.

Stefan sprang up at the same time as his mother and Wirata stood up. He walked to stand in the middle, put his arm on Wirata's shoulders and another arm around his mother's waist. He kissed his mother on her cheek and then turned to Wirata.

She sent him a DON'T DO IT warning look, but Stefan bent down and gave her a quick kiss on her mouth without care.

Wirata blushed and Jacqueline turned to hide her smile. They then walked towards the dining room next to the living room.