Chapter 23^

How can I know who your mommy is, if you don't tell me," Hans replied.

 "You're a great guy, find out for yourself. It's not a difficult thing for you, is it?"

 "You're so hard to share!" Hans grumbled.

 "Besides, your question is very silly! Look at the shape of my eyes and hair color, you will know who my mommy is."

 Hansen immediately stared at Hans intensely, Hans too. Until that stare lasted several minutes.

 "How? Can you recognize who my mommy is?" Hansen asked.

 "Hemp ... Not really. I can't recognize her."

 "Jeez ... what's wrong with you?"

 "Then just tell me what's your mother's name, and it's all over, isn't it?"

 "Then, you can only find out. I won't tell you that easily."

 "You are very stingy!"

"Of course, my mommy is very valuable. So whoever wants to approach her, he must try desperately. Only then it will be considered a legitimate struggle."

 Hans smiled at Hansen who described his mother. There was a drop of clear water on the lids of his eyes.

 "The food is a—" Wanda immediately stopped her words when she saw the figure of a little man who was sitting on Hans's desk. Wanda's mouth fell open.

 "Wanda, how much longer do you want to be dumbfounded?" Hans scolded.

 "Eh boss, sorry! But who is he?"

 "I'm little Hans! Little Hans Matthew!" Hansen answered.

 "Little Hans?" Wanda repeated, still having trouble of digesting what had happened.

 "Yeah, don't I look completely identical to Daddy," Hansen said.

 'Daddy, daddy, daddy!'

 Hansen's words were always ringing in Hans's ears. What a beautiful voice. Made Hans couldn't help to held the feelings to hug Hansen right away.

 "Don't move much, you'll fall!" Hans said, while fixing Hansen's sitting position, and took the opportunity to hug the little boy.

"Boss, here's the food. Where should I put it?" Wanda said, broke Hans's mood.

 "Ah yes, on the sofa table over there." Hans pointed out a table at the end of the room.

 "Little devil, let's eat!" Hans said again and carried Hansen. He used this moment while hugging Hansen tightly.

 "You have to eat a lot. You love seafood, so you need to be responsible for finishing it," Hans ordered.

 "Don't worry, I eat a lot." Hansen immediately opened his mouth to eat the food.

 On the first spoon, he immediately threw away the food. "What is wrong?" Hans asked.

 "This is really bad! The chef is so bad! The ripening is uneven, and he uses unripe spices." Hansen commented on the food he ate.

 "You commented on it in such detail! Can you cook?" Hans asked.

 "No, but my tongue is really hard to compromise on something like this. I have a great taste!"

 "Waow! Then do you want to comment on my cooking? I'll cook for you if you want."

"Waow! Then do you want to comment on my cooking? I'll cook for you if you want."

 "Haa? Do you want to cook for me?" Hansen asked.

 "It depends. If you want to eat it, I'll cook," Hans offered.

 "Yeyeiii ... agreed! I'm ready to eat your cooking." Hansen seemed very excited.

 Hans smiled, he carried Hansen again. "Then, let's cook!"

 "Eh ... Where do you want to take me?"

 "To my house. I'll cook food for you there," Hans said.

 "To your house?" Hansen seemed to be thinking.

 My path is too smooth, I'm going to Dad's house. That means I can find out more about Dad and Mom, Hansen thought. He chuckled.

 "Di you want it or not? Why even laugh," Hans smirked.

 "Fine! I'll come." Hansen answered as if he wasn't interested.

 "Aren't you afraid I will hide you? Why do you want me to take you?"

"Is there a dad who hides his own child?" Hansen asked.

 "Ha ha ... You really are smart."

 "Of course. I inherited my mother's genes. Mommy is incredibly smart."

 "Your mother? Are you sure, your mother's genes that you inherited?"

 "Sure, 100 times sure. My greatest Mommy!"

 "I suppose so. Her being able to give you birth is great, but that's all. Nothing else!"

 "What do you mean to judge my mother like that? Looks like you know her very well. Don't you not know her?"

 "I'm just judging by the reflection of you."

 "Well ... actually it is like that. Apart from my mommy face which is very beautiful, there is no other talent that she has! She is the worst mother and the best mother in the world. She is not the perfect mother, but her love is always perfect for me," Hansen explained, describing Achiera.

Hans smiled chipped. Little Hansen didn't understand the meaning of that smile.

 "But take it easy. Having a Dad like you is an advantage too," Hansen continued.

 "A father like me? Do you feel that way?"

 "Yep! Mom didn't talk much about you. Every time she told me about you, she always said, look at you and all your abilities, it's your daddy's offering. That's what mom said," Hansen said. "I am a child who is too perfect from birth, smart, handsome too. That's all from you, Mommy said."

 "Is it true that your mommy said that?"

 "Yep! But after that she immediately cry silently in her room. Every time she talked about you, the look in her eyes emitted sadness," Hansen said again.

 "..." Hans was silent. His expression was unpredictable.

 "You ... What did you do to mommy in the past? If it is true that you hurt her, I will repay you! No one can hurt my mommy! She just deserves all the beauty in her life."

 "I don't know what I did. And I don't know who your Mommy is either," Hans said.

"You're so weird! Have you lost your memory?" Hansen asked.

 "Emp ... I don't think so, but there are many things that I can sometimes just forget about," Hans replied.

 Does he have any disease? Or is he just pretending to forget, Hansen thought. His small eyes investigated Hans intensely.

 'Ting...!'

 The elevator door opened.