“Mom, actually—” Demian began, but he was quickly cut off.
"You should have brought her before I fell ill!" Cynthia scolded with a teasing tone.
"Is your name Sekar?" she asked, recalling that Demian had mentioned her name when they first entered.
Sekar nodded, a small smile on her face. "Yes, Ma’am, that's right. My name is Sekar," she confirmed.
"I'm Cynthia, Demian's mother. He should have told you about me," Cynthia joked lightly, her tone filled with warmth.
"Demian doesn't talk much about his family, Ma'am," Sekar replied, trying to ease the situation.
Cynthia immediately glared at her son, who responded with a sheepish, wry smile.
"He just mentioned having a beautiful and kind mother," Sekar added, trying to defend Demian in a playful way.
Cynthia’s eyes softened at the comp
