Twenty five

His mom stood up and walked toward "You are welcome," she said.

Her gaze suddenly fell on her. "She is?" She asked as she looked at her with a gentle look.

"My wife," he introduced.

His dad was drinking water before, but he suddenly threw up the water inside his mouth and choked.

"Cough Cough"

"What is your name, dear?" His mom asked with a gentle look, not sparing her husband a glance.

"Sylvia. Sylvia Adams," Sylvia responded.

She felt nervous at her gentle look and clasped her hands nervously.

"Nice name you have there, darling," his mom complimented.

Sylvia blushed. "Thanks, Aunty." She thanked her shyly.

"You are already married, but you are still calling me Aunty. Hmm?" His mom teased her.

Sylvia was dumbfounded. ‘Then what should she call her?’ She thought.

His mom saw her looking clueless; all her thoughts were written all over her face. She does not know how to hide her expression.

But she still felt that she was being too honest.

His mom stretched