[Johan's POV]
"How old are you, Johan?" asked the middle-aged woman sat at the head of the eight-seater wooden table.
"I'm twenty-one, Auntie."
Adelia nodded and went back to eating. Adrian and Aaron's Mom gave off the vibe of a loving, but a strict mother with her salon-curled hair, reminding him of a few relatives during family reunion. She kept throwing occasional questions at him, and Johan answered based on a script he kept stored in his memory.
"What do your parents do for a living?" came another harmless but personal question only a mother would ask.
Back erected straight, Johan chewed his food properly and took his time to gulp it down before he answered with a polite smile. "My parents split up when I was still young, so I don't know what my mother is up to right now. I grew up with my grandparents."
"Oh. Sorry to hear about that."
"It's alright."
"How about your father?"
It looks like your attempt to cover up for Adrian would backfire to you, Johan. XD