Chapter Thirty-One: His Mother's Wish.

That night, Amrita walked into a dark sitting room after a long day of work at her boutique. She had to go out and try to ease off some tension, since both her husband and son were keeping things away from her.

But what she didn't expect was walking into a dark sitting room, and when she went for her phone to turn the light on, the light in the room turned on on its own, to reveal Giovanni standing beside the dining table.

"Hey mom." He said nervously, since he didn't know how she's going to react right now. His mind hasn't been at ease for a while, and knowing that what he's doing was affecting his mother stressed him out too, because she had no idea what was going on between him and his father.

Amrita said nothing, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and Giovanni had to approach her while trying to console her.

"I'm really sorry about the way i have been acting lately, I have got stuff going on with me which i didn't want to stress you with…"

He said, but his mother interrupted him.

"Oh! Shut up, come here." She said, before opening her arms to him that he wasted no time to hug her. Her sweet fragrance grazed his nostrils and calmed down whatever thoughts he was having since today.

His mother was his safe haven.

He had forgotten how she fought tooth and nail for grandfather not to take him away from her, but then she was no match for that old man. His word is law but that would soon change.

"I'm sorry, mom." He apologized once again, kissing her cheeks when he heard a sob break through her. His mother has always been strong, seeing her like this could only explain to him that she was really hurt with his attitude.

"It doesn't matter, you are here now." Amrita said, running her hand through her baby's hair, while relinquishing the fact that at least he knew that she wasn't happy with him.

Giovanni broke the hug so soon, that she would have whined about it had it not been for his next words." So, to make it up to you, I prepared you dinner." He said, going to open up the little dish he prepared for his mother, yeah he's a loving son who would do anything for her.

Apart from Angela, his mother is the only woman who deserved his love, tine and attention and it stays that way, because her love was the only genuine one. The bitches out there only wanted him for what he has, and as long as it continues to stay that way. He's going to remain a casanova forever.

"No, you didn't." Amrita said, marveled at what she was looking at when she came closer to the dining table." You didn't tell me that you can cook." She said with folded arms.

While Giovanni shrugged,"You never asked. Although, I learnt it to pass time, not that i love cooking anyway." He said, before rolling pasta in the fork before bringing it to his mom's lips, who allowed him to feed her.

"So, how is it?" He asked, waiting for her answer. The last girl he cooked for doesn't really appreciate his cooking, but his mother will. He knew that.

"Why are you not a chef, Gio?" Amrita said,almost  crying, that it confused Giovanni, seeing her wipe years away from the corner of her eyes.

"Does it taste bad?" He straightened up, going to taste the food until she talked.

"No, it's good, son. Really good." Amrita said, "Now, can i have my fork back please?" She teased, before Giovanni passed the fork over to her before sitting in front of her to watch her eat.

"How was work?" He asked, opening a can of orange juice, poured it in a glass cup and pushed it over to her.

"Good." Amrita said, before sitting up in her chair." Although, a little birdie told me that you would be working soon?"Amrita said, it was more like a question than a statement, although Edward already told her about it but she still wanted to hear from Giovanni.

"Something like that." Giovanni said confidently, for the first time his face didn't change talking about work. This was the perfect time to show Joanna that she raised her son better.

Amrita dropped her fork down on the plate, before going to take Giovanni's hand in her own." You don't know how happy i am to hear that, finally my wish is coming through."

"Your wish is to see me work?" He asked, surprised.

"Yeah, someone has to take over the company and that's you. Although that's not the only wish i have." Amrita said, her voice going down since she knew that he wouldn't like her next statement.

"What else?" He persisted to hear it all.

"Well, my last wish is to see you fall in love, get married and have kids of your own." Amrita said, and she knew that she just spoiled the mood because Giovanni started to retract his hand from hers.

"Mother, I…"He wanted to speak, but was interrupted.

"I know about Angela." She blurted out, which Giovanni eyes to widen because he never really talked about to her to anyone, including her.

"You do?"

"Yeah, and i don't care to know whatever happened between you too. But you deserve to be happy again, to be loved…"

"I am happy, mom." Giovanni confesses, but Amrita shakes her head.

"You know what i am talking about." She said.

"I would work just like you wished,mom. But please don't get your hopes high about me getting married." He said, but she beat his hand making him jerk where he was.

"That hurt." He said, rubbing his hand.

"Well, that's to bring your senses back. One day you will find that one person that would wipe away every bad perception you have about love, and then i would get to have my grandchildren." Amrita said dreamily, making Giovanni scoff. She wants Grandchildren?

"Yeah, but that one day is definitely not happening anytime soon, so don't get your hopes high." He said, taking her fork and forcing it into her hand." You have to eat."

"I'm serious about that, Gio. I need grandchildren, and i won't get old before seeing them." Amrita said lastly, before her phone interrupted then and she excused herself to take  the call while Giovanni sat back on his seat.

Why do a lot of people want things from him?

His father and grandfather want him to work, while his mother wants Grandchildren when he doesn't even have any idea what he wants for himself.

Well, he does and that is to find the family of the stranger who died so that he might live, so love is out of the question right now, he just hopes his mother gets to understand that.