What's the dish, mom?" Arjay asked.

"Are you hungry, son?" my mother asked emotionally.

He looks like he's about to cry with joy.

"Not at all, mom. I would have sister Layla cook dinner. I forgot to say that we both knew each other when we were still in the city, and you were his driver brother. It's a small world, huh," Arjay said with a smile.

"Is that so? Thank you if that's the case. Your brother Edson bought a dish here for our afternoon but it has not been cooked yet," my mother answered with a smile.

"I will cook for all of us, mom. Ah, brother Edson,...