"Hey, Why did your discussion turn out like this? Devan, don't say anything bad. I can guarantee Byanca is the perfect woman for you," said Mrs. Seira trying to reassure her son.
"Mom, maybe Devan is tired, so he's like this. Isn't that right, honey?"
Devan did not reply, instead, the man looked away in another direction.
"Besides, why was the wedding date changed without my consent? Don't you guys take my opinion seriously?" Devan raised his voice a little.
"Devan, watch the way you talk, you can't raise your voice like that," said Mrs. Seira.
"I want to ask you one more time, where have you been lately? Why do you always ignore my calls?" Mrs. Seira asked her son.
"That's none of Mama's business," said Devan, his face looked crumpled, it was very clear that he was holding back his emotions.
"Is this how you behave before your wedding, Devan?"
