"Nana, what are you doing here? In my son's apartment? So early? What the hell was that!"
Brake!!
The table was not spared from Mr. Gunawan's blow, the three people who were there immediately put up their stances on alert. They were afraid that if there were hands, or blunt objects nearby, they would fly because of Pak Gunawan's wrath.
Mrs. Mirna—the wife of Mr Gunawan also tried to calm her husband down, she kept stroking her husband's wide back. "It's been, Dad, it's been this early, you know. There's no need to be angry like this. After all, Soo Jun is an adult now, how old is he, Dad? And where does he live. How many friends, even younger ones? —"
"Mom defend him!" Mr. Gunawan is angry again. "No matter how old this kid is, he's still my son, Mom! He's the son of a professor at a top university in this country. How many strange stories have you heard from the media about him!"