"Now, tell me what my mother had to say about her eldest son."
Stefan asked and leaned his face to her head. After dinner, he saw that she was sitting and chatting with his mother for a long time.
"Oh, yes, quite a lot!" she pretended to make a serious expression.
"Really?" He lifted his eyebrows in a surprise gesture.
"Yes. You were very naughty and were a handful, weren't you?"
"Really? Was that what she said?" He repeated it. Wirata made a straight face and nodded.
"Yes. Tell me about it." She said, making Stefan pondered, tried to look back into his past.
"Hm, I don't know. I don't remember much about it. At fifteen, my parents sent me to England already. And when I came back during school breaks, I was with my father, followed him around, mostly to observe him in his office and practice lots of sports as he made schedules for me. I kind of feel as if I didn't have a normal life like other boys at my age."
