Be The Mother Of a Billionaire Son

The weather today is very nice. The sun is not too hot, the breeze that blows is also able to make the atmosphere cooler. The laughter of the children who were having fun as if there was no burden echoed, as if happiness only belonged to them.

On a park bench, a girl is actually feeling her life turning gray. Misfortune was befalling her, to the point that she had to sleep on the ground with the mega roof.

Her name is Fisya Jazira, a girl who is having the misfortune of living because she has been betrayed by the person she has trusted—Dean Brasta, her own fiancé who is now somewhere else. The man sold the apartment they had secretly bought together. Not only that, Dean also drained the contents of their savings and all of Fisya's money was there.

Now, she has to bear the consequences and is stranded on the streets, penniless and without food. Her stomach has asked to be filled, even now she feels sick because since this morning no food has entered her stomach.

"Oh my gosh," she whispered as she sobbed.

The tears she had been holding back for so long finally fell. She didn't know where else to go at that time. She, who was only an orphan, had no one in this big city because Dean was the one who brought her from the village to fight together in this city.

They migrated together from a remote village, hoping to earn a lot of money in the city so that their wedding plans could be implemented. They collected the money slowly, until finally they were able to buy a simple apartment and save a large amount of money for her.

However, now all of that will never come true, it's all just an empty dream that Dean gave her. After struggling for 5 years, all those efforts were in vain and now ended in misery.

In the midst of the turmoil, her cell phone rang loudly. Fisya quickly answered the call from the foreign number, but before that she tried to wipe her tears first. "Hello," he said in a trembling voice.

"Hey! Pay your debts right away, bitch!”

Fisya flinched. She doesn't remember borrowing money from anyone. "I don't feel like I'm borrowing money from anyone."

"But here all the data is. You borrowed 10,000 dollars including interest and now it's due."

"I've never really borrowed money from anyone."

"It's not you, but all the data used is your data. The one who borrowed it is your lover—Dean.”

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, bad luck made her completely crushed. Fisya ended the call immediately, without her noticing that she was cursing herself on the phone line.

“Oh my… what should I do now?” someone's call only added to the burden. Dean is absolutely outrageous! She wanted so badly to slap the man who had been deceiving her all this time.

What does Fisya have to sell to pay off the debt from Dean – her unknowing ex-lover? Everything is gone, nothing is left. It seems that there is no hope for Fisya to live life anymore. The girl wails even more as she remembers how stupid she was, being carried away by your sweet words, Dean, and foolishly wishing to be married and happy with her.

Without thinking, Fisya hurried away with teary eyes. There's no point in living in the world anymore. One place she would go near this park. A bridge with a river that flows so fast. She planned to commit suicide by plunging into the flowing river.

No more fear in his eyes, she was so utterly frustrated that he thought death would be much better than living like that.

The girl was standing on the bridge, staring at the river that was flowing so fast below. She was getting excited about jumping and killing herself when she remembered the burden was so much. She felt calm when her life was gone. Maybe, there will be no more thoughts that will haunt her and let go of what Dean has done to her.

However, before she could jump, Fisya felt as if something was holding her leg and she heard the sound of a child crying. When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs.

"Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes.

"W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?”

"Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo.

“Oh my… I'm not your mother—”

"No! Mom can't be like that! Should not."

Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

"Mom ... don't leave me," he said as he sobbed. Fisya is even more confused by the little boy she just found out named—Adnan. This little boy prevented him from ending his life. Fisya lowered her legs, so that she knelt on the child who was still crying.

"Son, listen to this carefully ... I'm not your mother," said Fisya with puffy eyes. The girl wiped Adnan's tears gently.

"This is Adnan. Mother, don't go again..." the child whined, ignoring Fisya's words.

The boy hugged him tightly. In his eyes, Fisya was his mother because he looked similar to the mother he had only seen through photos. Feeling a warm hug from a boy named Adnan, Fisya felt her soul calm down a little.

The woman removed the hug from Adnan, "It's okay, I'm not your mother. Where is your family? Let me deliver," explained Fisya, giving understanding to the child.

"Really?"

“Yes—” Her words were cut off when she saw three large people running towards them. Reflexively, Fisya carried Adnan because she was worried that the boy would be kidnapped. However, just as she was about to flee, the three people managed to block her path and surrounded him.

"Hey! Stop right there!” shouted one of the three men, bringing them to a halt.

Fisya and Adnan were surrounded by 3 men dressed in all black with well-built postures. In fact, one of them pointed a gun at Fisya. The girl panicked even more, especially when she saw Adnan looking scared.

“W-who are you?!”

“Let go of the little boy! Give it to us!”

The woman shook her head. Moreover, Adnan tightened his arms in her arms. The boy tightened his grip on Fisya's body.

"Won't! Who are you all?" She dared to shout at them. Although, her tone trembled with fear. "Calm down, Adnan. I will protect you ..." She whispered softly to Adnan, who hugged him tighter.

The man who was pointing a gun at him suddenly put the gun back in his jacket pocket when a tall, handsome man walked up to them. The three men seemed obedient, they made way for him. The man was Regan Adzura—the father of Adnan, a CEO at a large company called Richmond Construction.

"Give Adnan to me," said the man firmly. Just hearing his tone alone made me scared.

For a moment she hesitated, especially when she saw Adnan getting more scared when she saw the man. Fisha shook her head vigorously. "Won't! At least explain first who you are?”

The man snorted in annoyance. “Adnan Adzura, stop playing—play and quickly get off her lap!” the man snapped at Adnan, who now couldn't help but turn his head towards him.

"Okay, Dad," he called softly, making Fisya silent.

"So he's his father?" Fisya thought.

The man in front of Fisya smiled, "You hcan ear? He calls me dad. I am his father, return him to me,” he said firmly.

Fisya still couldn't believe that the man in front of her was the father of the child she was carrying. "Adnan, is he really your father?" Fisya asked Adnan, to make sure once again, that the man was indeed Adnan's father. "Don't be afraid, Auntie will teach him a lesson if he messes up," he whispered.

"Yeah ...he'smy dad."

The woman smiled bitterly as she turned to Regan who was now on her hips in front of her.

"You should have said that earlier, boy," she whispered. “Well… then please go back to your father—”

"I don't want to!" said Adnan when Fisya handed Adnan to his father. The boy was really afraid of losing Fisya. He had considered Fisya as his mother who had passed away because Regan had a slight resemblance to his face and Adnan's late mother.

"Come on, good boy... go back to your father," she coaxed as he tried to free Adnan's arms, but the boy hugged him even tighter.

"Don't want to! Anyway, I don't want to!"

Regan knew that Adnan missed the mother figure who had been asked about all this time, but this was the first time he was so close to a woman that he was reluctant to part like that.

“Oh… I know, you've washed my son's mind? You're a sly woman," he hissed.

“W-what do you mean, huh?!”

"Bring her!”

"Yes, sir."

Regan forcibly carried Adnan, not caring about the sound of the boy's roar, or the screams of Fisya, who hoped to be released soon because she didn't know what was wrong. Regan wanted to confirm for himself whether the woman was safe or not.ulisoon because she didn't know what was wrong. Regan wanted to confirm for himself whether the woman was safe or not.