My Son is Not My Son
CHAPTER 17: Making Friends

"You all right? Whereas, when Jeslyn bothers you, you look unfazed. Why did it turn so lethargic after the middle-aged woman came?" Asked Jordan when he was away from those guys.

Febi tried to hide it. He was surprised because Jordan pulled him to sit in a long chair, near a transparent glass fence, with a view on the ground floor on people shopping.

"I was in a hurry," said Febi flatly, looking at her groceries on the floor. He wanted to thank Jordan for helping to collect his things.

"What do you think? Money, huh? Not enough money to get to California?" Ask Jordan about it.

Febi shook her head. "I thought of you after seeing mom." However, he did not want to linger in grief. "I have to take the visa today, so let go of my hand" he said, shaking Jordan's hand that still held his wrist.

"Come, I'll take you." Jordan got up while releasing Febi's hand. Then walk first.

Febi picked up her belongings and rushed over. Ever since his car was sold, he always took a taxi. I had not thought about buying a car. The offer to drive Jordan this time was not rejected. It seems, it's okay to be friends with the blond man, who has often visited Adam.

Until now, Febi has not had a view of what kind of treatment for Adam in the future. Is the apartment in Indo left for a long time and maybe circumstances require him to return to cross racing?

If so, the race this time is not to vent anger, but for the sake of the son, which means he must stay alive. In the past, he did not care even if his life disappeared until Mike also gave him many life lessons and made him understand that life is very meaningful. Yes, it is true Mike said.

When he exited the Immigration office, Febi was surprised to see Jordan asleep in a burning vehicle with a few windows open. The woman sat in the front seat, waiting for quite a while and made her start to fidget at Adam's thoughts. Should I take a taxi without waking him up? Later, he was offended.

Jordan wiped his own mouth that felt cold. He immediately remembered not in the room. His eyes glared as Febi looked at him then smiled in a strange way. "Eh, are you here?"

Jordan pulled the tissue and wiped a little saliva on the tip of his mouth. The clock shows three p.m. "I've been sleeping ... " He seemed to be in disbelief, the last time he saw 13:56 wib. "It's been an hour!"

"Come, walk. Maybe you are too tired to sleep. Mr. Jordan, it's okay, it's natural." Febi went back to reading the chat from the nurse at the hospital.

"This is the visa." Febi appointed a package of documents between her and Jordan to be registered as a passenger on Jordan's private plane.

"okay." Jordan pinched to the corner point of his eye, afraid there was dirt.

Febi stared at Jordan's necktie nanar in a loose position, reminiscent of her ex-husband. He imagined what Mike was doing.

*

"Mrs, Febi's here. I'm going straight to the office." Jordan waited for Febi to get ready after the car stopped in the apartment lobby.

"Thank you, Mister-"

"Jordan," said the man with great pressure. "Have you forgotten what I wanted last night?" Jordan smiled dominatingly.

"Okay, Om Jo-"

"What?" Jordan grimaced with annoyance and half-pleasure, as Febi's stare was like a sneer. "Whatever, but don't be so formal."

"Ready?" Febi came out of the front seat after getting a nod. He took his shopping in the back seat. "Be careful on the road."

Careful on the road? Jordan repeated what Mrs said. Febi. One corner of his lips lifted. What is in the chest is like a flower in bloom.

*

Arriving at the office. Jordan hands Febi's visa over to Secretary Li. He remembered the conversation a few days ago.

"I don't want to know, schedule a visit there!" jordan said again with the intention of visiting his California subsidiary.

"But I can't make your arrival unbeknownst to the great Lord and Madam."

"Leave it."

"Leave it."

"What, Master! Finally, you're ready to marry Miss Jeslyn?"

Jordan laughed as he stroked his chin imagining something, ignoring the curious gaze of his secretary.

*

The patient's bed, like a capsule and special equipment connected to Adam's body, had been moved on a medium-sized private plane.

Febi notices Mia eating expensive sweets while watching Barbie's video. Meanwhile, Jordan continued to move the tip of the pencil with beautiful fingers to form a sketch of the car engine.

Febi walked to the back of the cabin and looked at the son, who was asleep. The son's stomach was slightly enlarged and the face looked asymmetrical. He sat down and read children's books.

Usually, Adam dislikes books like this, but his son likes science books that are more detailed and full of logic, yes, it is needed for his son who is always hungry for knowledge. Adam's IQ is in the superior class, making Febi must continue to look for reference books for genius children.

However, since his son entered the hospital, there was now no one who told him the summary of a book. If there used to be Adam and sometimes Mike.

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After examining Adam and performing many tests, Dr. Filipovich tells Febi that Adam's condition is so serious that the best course of action for Adam is to stay in this hospital for treatment.

This news greatly shocked Febi, after she guessed at most just one month. Anyway, he came here with the thought that Dr. Filipovich will only prescribe treatment plans that can be implemented by doctors in Indonesia.

On the contrary, now the woman may have to stay longer, while much of her business in Indonesia. But this was the only choice he had, and the best choice for Adam.

"We have to stay longer as expected." Febi immediately told Jordan who was waiting in front of the car.

"Is there anything more serious than caring for Adam?"

Febi bent her lips then shook her head. He closed both eyes with his palm. "It's hard to think."

"Go in first." Jordan opened the car door and waited for Febi, who was still closing her eyes until her hand slightly pulled Febi's arm so that the lethargic body shifted to the left to adjust to the door.

Patiently Jordan, waiting for Febi to enter, now the woman sat down while squeezing her forehead. He rushed towards the driver's seat and started the engine. "Do you need a place to live like a house with a yard to play Mia?"

"What?"

"If you want to let Mia not be lonely, stay with my sister. He's Kikan's friend and works here."

"Your sister and my sister are friends?" Febi got a steady nod of Jordan. "Don't Roman be your sister? I remember one of Kikan's friends who was crazy."

"Yes, right," said Jordan softly. Now Mrs.Febi is smiling very sweetly. "You're smiling pretty."

"Well, it's the good-looking times" said Febi, still smiling as she imagined her sister's strange attitude every time she met Roman.

"Febi, at my sister's house there's a cousin. You don't have to be afraid. I can also find a baby sister if you need one."

"Jo, have you given us too much?" Febi looked at Jordan softly. "Thank you. Thanks." With sincerity, that voice came out from his heart. I don't know, since when the closeness with Jordan became not too awkward.