My Son is Not My Son
CHAPTER 29: Mr. Meyers - Raysha Ananta.

Febi looked at two white gold rings of different sizes, engraved with the name Jordan&Febi. “Kok can! When did you make this?”

Jordan smiled lightly. “Burn."

“It's good, Jo. Thanks.”

“Thank God you like."

“However, married without feeling this silly banged.” Febi smiled amusedly. "Remember all right, Jo. We married without a heart, I was on a level of numbness. I'm comfortable like this."

The atmosphere was silent as Jordan looked at Febi who had somehow thought of what.

"I'm traumatized, Jo. Me, shut this heart tight and I lock it. I threw the key to the race track, so that everyone would beat it and then I never saw the feeling in it again."

Jordan smiled lovingly and nodded. He has never been heartbroken, so just be a listener. "It's okay, it's important we just walk. Look ahead already. Therefore you hear the term rearview mirror is in front, let us not look back, like that the past need not be thought of, yes!"

Febi pinched Jordan's nose with anxiety. "Thank you. Thank you, I'm lucky to know you." Febi's gaze shifted from Jordan's nose to blue eyes.

Jordan stood up and walked to the back of Febi. He leaned over and his cheek pressed against Febi's cheek, then pulled the ring from his tiny hand. "I can learn to please you going forward."

"Oh, huh? Hope it works and doesn't bother you." Febi felt the warmth of Jordan's cheeks clinging to her cheeks. The man's touch was very gentle when he put the ring on his finger. “This is fitting.”

"Haaa. What's been going on for the past two months?" secretary Li muttered, in the distance and refrained from disturbing them. He hopes for the happiness of his master.

“Kok, you can know my size?” Febi slid her finger into the air. Ring's beautiful.

"Your wedding ring is still on me.”

“Cash it, Jo. I don't want to see her again.” Febi held back from being irritated. Hate for Mike begins to form and he begins to get fed up with everything about the former.

Secretary Li came with a briefcase. He sat in front of his master. Quickly two papers and a pen were given to the master

“Write the pre-wedding agreement you want.” Jordan began to take notes in his own book.

"Can I trouble Secretary Li forward?" Febi smiled defiantly and Secretary Li immediately put on a look of horror.

"Yes, I can" Jordan said without moving on from the book.

"But, Master?" Secretary Li protested. He could read the aura of the commands of his prospective female employer.

"Hi, Mr. Li," Febi's voice teased with a scaring eye gaze. "I'll trouble you in the future, please understand, yes!"

Secretary Li resigned after getting a sharp look from Jordan. "Ba'ik, Miss."

"Can we start today, Jo?"

"What?" jordan's protests are disturbed when thinking.

"Secretary Li."

"Yes, from now on mine is yours too. But, why are you looking at him, huh? You want to make me jealous?"Jordan stared deeply into the excited hazel eyes.

"What, anyway? Watch out, Secretary Li will be embarrassed." Febi then held back the laughter as Secretary Li finally came to his senses from daydreaming and the gaped mouth shut.

"Take your eyes." Jordan reminded his secretary, who today is often seen in shock.

"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry. But, the big madam better, quickly know about this. I'm afraid you're in trouble, because the Great Lord has arranged an appointment with our subscription boutique, for your wedding dress. I heard it in a week."

Febi cleared his throat lightly. "Secretary Li, please order a wedding dress for me at the same place as Miss Jeslyn."

"What?" Secretary Li gawked, but then obeyed. "Ba-ik."

"What are you planning?" Jordan frowned at his girlfriend.

"I just want to order it, so what's wrong? Who knows if I'm not wearing it with you?"

"Hushy!" Jordan approached Febi's face with warning. "Order all you want. Then wear it with just me!"

Febi smiled warmly and nodded. He went back to writing. Actually, he had no intention of hurting Jeslyn, but indirectly all of this led to him being the one who wronged his mother the twins. She'll be disappointed to learn that I hid her real son, yeah, let alone marry Jordan.

Febi exhaled a long dizzy breath. "Secretary Li. Please, tomorrow morning accompany me to the Hospital in the Sacramento region."

Jordan stopped writing and looked. "No! If it is, we'll both."

"No way." Febi shook her head. "Let me leave early tomorrow morning with Secretary Li. I don't want you to be too tired. Besides, I'm not comfortable, if I keep traveling with you."

"Febri?" Jordan furrowed two eyebrows with a sad look. His gaze dimmed as Febi's fingertips touched gently on her cheek.

"You should rest, right, Prince Charming?"

Jordan melts despite knowing what Febi said is not sincere, he hopes one day that Febi praises him from the heart. His finger stroked the back of his tiny hand, on his cheek, then kissed the tip of the fingers.

Oh my goodness, sir. That's not you! Secretary Li shuddered at his master's amused demeanor. He wants to puke.

"What time do we leave, miss?" Ask Secretary Li.

"Four in the morning." Febi pulled her hand from Jordan's lips and hid her annoyance at Jordan taking the opportunity, but since there was Secretary Li she had to keep her words.

The food came too. Febi looked at Secretary Li. "Can you start now and in the future, start to join our meal?"

"Febri?"

"What, my dear Prince?" Febi's voice rose and Jordan let out a long sigh looking frustrated. "I have to get used to it, so shouldn't Secretary Li join us?"

"Yeah, I can." Jordan was crying. He looked back at his secretary. "Hurry, order some food."

"Well, Mr. "Secretary Li called the waiter by hand code. She had her own spit when Miss Febi shoved the first cut of cuttings of meat into Jordan's mouth and her master's face was merciful as drunk as a kasmaran.

Jordan pointed the tip of his own mouth at the melting sausage that melted to his chin.

"Ah, this little baby of mine, huh? So sweet!" Febi smiled widely, but in a faint heart.

Secretary Li swallowed the coarse salivary while looking down. His mouth was covered with hands in order to hold back the laughter from amusement.

Jordan followed Febi's glance. Then, cleared his throat as Secretary Li secretly laughed at him.

"Well, your chin is sticky, right?" Febi smiled faintly. Jordan's actions remind Adam.

The white napkin was used carefully to wipe the sauces on the tip of Jordan's mouth and the man kissed the tiny fingers again. I swear to what, if it wasn't for Jordan saying there might be a spy for Jordan's father, Febi would have been reluctant to do this.

Right, as Jordan had guessed. From a distance someone took a picture.

*

In Indonesia, the,

"How many days are we in California, honey?" Martha asked with sparkling eyes.

"One - two weeks."

"What business trip, anyway, Pa? Papa's clients are all in Indo." Kikan was curious because his papa was so mysterious.

"Loh, Papa's his friend a lot, the link is a lot. Only Papa loves Indonesia too much, dear. So he wants to go around in circles in our country."

Kikan.

"You, too, should buy all the products of our country, why follow your mama, huh?" Ask Adi with full determination.

"Papa, we buy because of convenience or also internal and external perceptions of how the brand reflects ourselves" Kikan said.

"We don't always buy the cheapest or best product. We buy products that we understand most easily, that we know, that have a sense of authority, and are proven to be 'worthy' in our eyes" he said.

Martha stroked her husband's arm and chimed in. "Buying luxury items helps us feel 'luxury'. Buying luxury items helps us feel 'we have arrived'."

"Until what? Hu, you guys usually buy, huh?" Adi bobbing head.

"Kan, it is Papa who seeks and we who spend it." Martha smiled seductively.

"People buy because they feel they have worked hard and now we deserve this. Or perhaps, this is a one-time purchase and gives us a glimpse into the lives of the people who always buy these things." Kikan pursed his lips. "If Papa is different, why always buy cheap stuff."

"Loh, honey? Then, who buys our MSME products if not ourselves? " Adi ruffled her daughter's hair.

"Then, when Papa became an employee in the Diamond industry. All the brands in the city got their diamonds from the same place. Once it lists 'name', then the retail price goes up. Retail markup at least 200% for jewelry."

"Ah, Papa, why don't you lose!" Kikan pursed his lips. "Papa lived too simply and one could think papa was a commoner because everything papa wore was not a branded item."

"Rubber." Martha agreed.

"Pride is not regulated by brands. Never mind, you guys are the same, crazy shopping. If Febi was here, he would have defended Papa." Adi's gaze dimmed.

Martha and Kikan looked at each other.

"Papa, I defend papa! I'm proud to have such an amazing dad." Kikan hugged the papa's arm with a sip. "Don't be sad, dong."

"I want to tell Papa. The fashion industry, has a very complex and futile structure. Because it had a highly coveted status decades ago, with a very specialized and very rich following.

There is an exclusive secret group of about 200 people in Paris where haute couture designers show their designs first before they even present them on the street!

Then it is down or one could call it trickle down effect, of runway fashion is what is exploited by mass fashion.

It's a question Kikan has been asking since becoming a student at NIFT Hyderabad, and after reading and researching it, in simple words, it's only to attract media attention. Really am! Kikan will explain why this is necessary, Dad! Because that's our trick."

"Yes, yes, otherwise, all in vain. Unlike the marketing tricks of MSMEs in our country is still not activated, it is unfortunate. If it is not the government that provides, those below will always be left behind. But the government, less care, huft." Adi is getting sad. He continued reading in page 56.

Adi focused on reading Misbehaving: The Making of Behavioral Economics by Richard Thaler, and was fixated on reading:

'The non-rational effect, lack of self-control, resulted in a general failure to save adequately for retirement.

Adi was silent and remembered 30 years ago when his savings ludes to pay the debt, and,

After being fired from a diamond factory. He opened his own diamond business, but went bankrupt because his friend took his money. It was the darkest phase of his life.

His first wife, Raysha, conceived FEBI at the age of 8 months. His goods and home, including branded goods, were sold to cover the debt, but were still not covered. Sewed, Raysha gave birth cesarily when she did not hold a penny. In fact, the mother has also charged.

Little Febi was detained by the hospital and was not allowed to go home. Two weeks into Febi's hospital stay, Raysha calls her boss. Three days later, Mr. Meyer arrived.

"Where is he?" Meyer with her assistant walked in a slightly hasty step in an expensive coat.

"In the nursery, sir." Raysha walked behind her boss.

"They dare to hold your baby?" Meyer pushed the male nurse who was blocking her from the cot. Then, whisper to his new male assistant.

"She's beautiful like you, Raysha." Meyer looked at the little Febi and then carried her.

"Thank you, sir." Raysha smiles as Febi wakes up and cries, making her boss laugh. He was shocked as his boss stepped outside.

"Master?" Raysha followed him and was even taken to the parking lot. Without any security in the way, different from before.

"Look Raysha." Meyer went into the back seat and followed Raysha. "Where your husband told you to sit in front, we'll take you home."

"Good." Raysha came out and came back again, with Adi sitting in the front seat.

The baby was snored over Mr. Meyers' arm and Febi began to stop crying

"Mr Meyers, but I haven't paid for it yet, why is the car already on the road?" Raysha looked back at the hospital she had left that night.

"The hospital I bought. You happy?" Meyer laughed as Raysha was shocked.

"You're serious, sir? It's a little overdone, isn't it?"

"No, I'm going to go into the world of health."

"A ..... Good idea, the world of health is a world that is never timeless and very promising, sir." Raysha.

"But, Raysha, then you won't refuse, this baby will be my granddaughter's partner, Well?"

"What?" raysha's voice cracked. "What do you mean Mr Reyes' son?"

"There's another granddaughter of mine?"

Adi looked back. "I'm sorry? But this sounds a little excessive? I'll just let my daughter freely choose."

"Sorry, Sir. I mean my husband, maybe, this is too rushed." Raysha. "I mean, sorry, but we're aware of who we are and even to get to the bottom of your circle, that's already impossible."

"Relisa .... "

"Mr Reyes can scold me all out." Raysha firmly.

Meyer stared intently at Raysha's eyes. "How dare you refuse?"

"Force, Sir. That is very unlikely, I do not want Mr. Reyes to throw his anger at my daughter. In fact, he was very hostile towards me."

Meyer laughed out loud. "Raysha Ananta ..... !"

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