My Son is Not My Son
Chapter 6. 3 Seconds gaze

Two weeks have passed ....

Febi regularly teaches Evan Reyes in American-style mansions. Like now when Febi thrust paper that has been given glue that has dried. The clear glue formed the letters and Evan was in charge of coloring the paper. Later when colored Evan, will show a letter called Febi.

Evan experienced a delay in the lesson, compared to children his age so that Febi is required to be more patient in giving understanding by using different techniques.

At the same time, Jordan who had just returned home saw the old type of yaris in the yard. "Whose car?" tanyanya while glancing at Secretary Li.

"It belongs to Mrs. Febi, sir."

Jordan nodded and went inside. His eyes were fixed on the two black curly-haired brats that were hard to distinguish. Skirts and pants, which sets them apart.

The boy looked up as if conscious were being observed to make Jordan and Mike make eye contact, literally twenty seconds. Jordan felt his chest suddenly hurt. What is the effect of his love for knowing the condition of the boy who is vulnerable to infection.

Jordan turned to the girl who stopped in front of him in a state of looking up. The blue eyes that kept watching him .. were sharp and piercing. It was as if from there it seemed how active this girl was. She was flabbergasted at the two corners of those tiny lips that were raised upwards so as to form a beautiful smile and was extremely sweet.

"Uncle is Evans' dad, huh?" Mia's amazed. "Yes, right! Mia saw it in Evan's photo hape! Uncle is more handsome than the one in the photo. More handsome than my papa! You're so handsome, yaaaa!"

Jordan frowned, one corner of his lips lifted slightly. Why is he so embarrassed to be seduced by a child. What would this child be like when he was an adult? Maybe his girlfriend is a lot!

The boy's interest really managed to catch Jordan's attention. He did not blink and knew that an adult figure wearing a beige skirt and black stocking had been standing next to the boy while holding the chin of the child.

"Adam, come and say hello" call Febi to her son who is standing.

It seemed, Jordan reluctantly switched from the girl's face to the gentle voice of a woman who caught his attention. Looking up and looking at that polite look, the bun hair was neat, with black clasps on the right and left sides. The extremely bright forehead was smooth, definitely also undergoing treatment like Jesslyn, which was up to hundreds of millions.

The gazes of the two adults were both locked, as if they were both scanning. The female hazel eyes were so relaxed, but the aura within them felt so strong. Perhaps no one was aware of this, but for Jordan, the woman covered things up with an attitude of simplicity.

"There's something with this woman," Jordan's inner self was worried. A million approximations appeared in his mind. Maybe he just put a spy into his house, or in front of him is a killer who targets his son.

"Gee!" Jordan was surprised when the hand beside the thigh felt a touch of a tiny hand that was hot. He looked down because his heart felt something different.

Tenyata, the curly-haired boy's forehead stuck to the back of the hand followed by a mouth kiss. Jordan moved his hand and stroked it to the back of his tiny head. The texture of the curly hair spoils her skin. Maybe it was like this when Grandpa Meyer used to touch his curly hair, it was very soothing.

"Messan's father Evans, my introduction Mia Callista Argantara," Mia's voice was so crisp that Jordan looked back to the front.

"Mia Calista Argantara?" Jordan gasped at the girl's voice which made her heart warm and fruitful.

"Mama and friends used to call me Mia. It was great to see Uncle Jordan!" With her spirit, Mia wants to continue to get the attention of an adult man whose eye color is the same as her and Adam. He was even more pleased to hear Pamn Jordan's light laughter.

Secretary Li was surprised, for the first time his master could laugh like this other than with Evan. He glanced at the woman, still relaxed in watching her children.

The attitude of the woman to her master is considered unnatural, but usually any woman even though she is married can be difficult not to look amazed at the good looks and power that the master has.

"You must be Adam Argantara, right?" One corner of Jordan's lips lifted and turned to the right again. He saw shock as Adam's eyes widened slightly and small lips tightened. So, he itched and pinched a little bit of Adam's cheek until it made Adam gawk and flabbergasted.

Look how attractive his expression is. "Aren't you going to talk to Uncle?" asked Jordan in a thoughtful tone.

Adam's eyes narrowed as if hearing those words had a beautiful meaning of its own. His heart pounded, he became yearning for the figure of papa. But he hates Papa Mike.

Adam's lips wrinkled and he nodded, then became moody. Adam's gaze was fixed on the waist of the adult man in front. Even he misses papa so much.

"Why are you sad, are you sick?" Jordan held the forehead until Adam looked up again and shook his head as if thinking deeply.

What was in the little boy's mind, made him curious. One was chatty, one was reluctant to speak. What does Adam sound like? (Jordan)

"Mr Jordan, Adam hasn't been out of the hospital for a week, and he's still not cured. He has been quiet a lot lately. So, please be understood."

Jordan glanced at Febi for a moment and nodded. He then ruffled Adam's hair, again he was stunned at the corner of Adam's lips that were raised a little as if this was very pleasing to the boy. He was more surprised when Mia's hand touched him.

"Uncle Jordan, Mia's gonna be in the head too, okay?"

Jordan laughed lightly. Something escaped his eyes, Jordan held his own cheek and looked at his slightly wet finger. His heart was so touched. True clear dew just dripped out, a sign as if this happiness came unexpectedly. He crouched down making Secretary Li behind him startled.

The chubby cheeks were squeezed with two big hands. He looked towards the blue left and right eyes. Beautiful look of admiration. "Mia, you want to be on the back, like this?" Jordan said as he stroked Mia's hair from above towards the nape, some with fingers splitting Mia's curly hair.

Mia chuckled curiously flirtatiously as Uncle Jordan's finger touched her ear lobe, as Jordan was swept away in a loose laugh.

Secretary Li was charmed and stammered picking up the phone at the friendly laughter of his master. He had never heard of this since his master turned five years old.

Febi exhaled a sigh of relief. She was afraid the twins made the boss uncomfortable out of all bosses. He glanced at the surprised-looking Secretary Li and the phone nearly fell down. Febi actually often heard the figure of Jordan who had been famous for being cold, but it seemed like it was just a hoax. In fact, the man was very soft-hearted, even those blue eyes to the point of glazing as he laughed.

Febi held onto her aching chest at the expression of her two children who were instantly sad as Jordan switched to stroking Evan's back. The twins' happiness simply vanished, their two children even looked envious as Jordan carried Evan and passed them.

"Papa, can Evans take them to Papa's museum?"

"What?" In fact, Jordan disagrees when a stranger walks into a private room. However, he thought back to seeing Evans' pleading gaze then the two children's curious looks. He refused to refuse. Especially Mrs. Febi had already fixed her son's mindset. "Origin, finish your job first, champ."

"Okay, Papa Jo!" Evan kisses with jingles on Jordan's cheeks.

The twins looked at each other with gloomy faces, obviously they missed such a moment. The depression caught Jordan when he dropped his son from the sling. Supposedly, Jordan had gotten used to seeing such envious gazes, but this made her condolent towards the twins, as if she was reluctant to hurt them.

"Come, get back to you, Evan." Febi gently pulled Evan's shoulder to carry on with her writing assignment. He called the twins using hand codes.

Secretary Li was still watching until the twins sat flanking Febi. He became sad to see the twins' lackluster faces as Febi stroked their hair by kissing the tip of their heads, with hazel eyes watching what Evans was doing.

Jordan has finished changing. He watched his son from the second floor. A glimpse of the way he looked at Mrs. That Febi, he felt he'd seen her?

Jordan had absolutely no idea that the woman he had been looking for all this time. The way Febi dresses when teaching is very different from the usual day. Jordan remembers the red car more than the face of the owner.

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"Well, this car is cool, Evans!" Mia touched with her finger to the body of the car in a very slim bluish purple. He looked at the grown man with admiration. "Uncle Jordan, I really want to ride this car!"

Jordan's eyes twitched. He never let anyone get in his car.

"That car can't be boarded, Mia," Evan's voice rose. He glanced at the cold gaze of his papa. "Well, this time, can't Papa?"

Febi glanced at the tension in the room. His daughter was just an innocent child and was always curious. "Mia, can't-"

"May, this time it can." Jordan looked directly at Febi, he bumped into Febi's words.

"I said, right! My dad's cool!" Evan flattered his papa. He helped me open the car door without. They both ride with Jordan's help. Mia holding the steering wheel is showing is racing.

Jordan glanced at Adam who was looking at the miniature house inside the aquarium. It was as if the boy was studying with amazed eyes, but the tiny face remained flat, making him even more curious. Is he interested in that?

"Ma, this is similar to Adam's," she said as she pulled up her knee-length sponge skirt.

""Oh, huh?" Febi moved away from the unique coffee machine towards Adam. He slightly bent down and observed the miniature of the house inside the aquarium filled with water. Then whisper. "But better yours, honey? It's still losing."

Adam laughed with his mother. They agreed and threw smiles at each other.

Jordan's face flushed red, he embarrassed himself as he looked at the bottom of the expert's body, then threw away his face, but looked again. He subconsciously judged his form, in his eyes in such a bent state was PERFECT. He had not even had the desire for a long time, suddenly his chest was pounding. Thank goodness the teaching staff seemed to realize his gaze, so he reflexively looked in the other direction and Mrs. Febi stood up.

Febi looked at the list of race trophies. California's? His lips twitched at the logo of the most prestigious race in America held in California. Keep researching the date of the victory date.

"You seem to be interested in this over others?" Jordan felt his ten cool cars did not interest the expert or Adam at all. Usually, even though women immediately turn like snakes who are ready to tease when they see their cars on the race track. Ah, make sure this woman doesn't know which car is good. However, until this moment the woman continued to look more enthusiastically at the direction of her champion writing.

"You often win the race." Febi commented flatly making Jordan even more surprised.

Is it just that, where's the flattery? (Jordan)

"Until California .." said Febi in a hanging tone. "It's two races in California and you're all champion one."

"Yes .... " Jordan biting on the lower lip. He went there for chasing a racer nicknamed Dune Fox. However, he seemed to lose interest soon after waiting for two games and heard that Dune Fox would not play again in the cross race.

Jordan and Febi turned their heads together until they met - together deeply, as if taking each other's thoughts for three seconds, before simultaneously throwing their faces away.

Jordan suddenly folded his hands in front of his chest. Febi walked the other direction. They were aware of the look inside it. It was as if something invisible was holding them back, but they were clearly very curious at the true meaning of that 3-second gaze.

Febi's footsteps grew lighter, as if hovering, she felt a loss of her body weight. It was as if he was seasick. His eyes closed, he was just like riding a rollercoaster - his body was like twirling and nausea.

"Mrs Febi!" Jordan deftly held the woman in front of him who staggered forward before landing on the floor. The woman's eyes were closed even though she was patting the woman's cheeks, with both hands and feet drooping.

"Mama!"Mia got down from the display car, then followed Uncle Jordan who was holding Mama in front while running.

Likewise, with Adam no less worried, following Evan. From yesterday mama was often holding the forehead and closed, occasionally leaning against the wall panda. "Mama's low blood is coming back, is it?"

Jordan glanced at Adam catching his sentence. Febi was laid in the guest room when Secretary Li appeared and called the family doctor.