Five minutes after the two women clashed, the door to the living room opened. A man in a black suit and blue tie walked in hastily. The man took off his shoes and put them in the corner of the living room.

"Look who's back!" Greta said in a foreign language that Lisa couldn't understand.

"Mom!?" Oscar was surprised to see the figure of his mother in the living room, sitting opposite Lisa.

Lisa got up from the sofa and shifted away from Greta who was still sitting. She looked at Oscar with a fierce gaze. How could Oscar not know his mother was coming to visit?

"Mom, when did you come here? What is this? Why are you here at night!?" Oscar asked in a foreign language. His eyebrows frowned slightly in surprise. The man walked over to his mother and sat down on the chair that had been occupied by Lisa. Oscar waved his hand at Lisa to join him.

"Don't be afraid honey, there's me," he whispered to Lisa. The man's voice sounded so calm and gentle that Lisa was no longer shuddering and awkward as before.

"Please explain why you didn't tell mama that you were married!" Greta asked in a foreign language.

"Mom, use Indonesian so that Lisa understands!" Her son ordered.

"Okay. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have accepted your request!" The woman looked so terrifying, her aura suddenly felt tense. "Why didn't you tell mom when you got married?" The blonde haired woman asked in Indonesian with a thick accent. historical

"Before I answer it, I want to thank you for coming home without telling me first!" Oscar snapped in a sarcastic tone.

Even though Lisa didn't know how Oscar's relationship with his mother was, Lisa could tell that the two weren't on good terms! Oscar had never told Lisa about his mother. All Lisa knew was his father, who previously served as president of Petersson Communication.

"I've come all the way here from Sweden because your dad told me that you are married! But you didn't tell mom who your future wife is and when did you get married!? What silly game is this Oscar? How can you not invite Mama to your wedding!" Greta's expression grew more serious, her voice getting higher and higher.

"Three months ago, I told Papa that I was going to marry Lisa. How could you just find out now!?" Oscar answered his mother with a flat, cold expression.

"Mama didn't receive messages either by email or post! And all of a sudden I got news from your dad about why you didn't come home a month ago to attend a mid-summer event in Sweden because you already have a wife! How can my heart not shake Oscar!" Greta was even more furious, she got up from the sofa and pointed her finger at Oscar's chin.

"I've been busy lately Ma! I often go out of town on duty and attend important meetings with other well-known companies in Indonesia! Of course I can't attend midsummer events like usual!"

"Fine, then please explain to me why you married such a cheap woman!" Greta's index finger pointed to Lisa who was sitting still and watching the mother and son fight.

"Mama, don't talk carelessly, Lisa is my wife!" Oscar snapped. His patience was running out.

Lisa then got up from her seat. She was very upset to see her mother-in-law talk smack about her in front of Oscar. Without thinking much, she ventured to talk to her mother-in-law, "Ma'am, if I really am lowly and don't deserve to be married to Oscar, then don't bother to meet me again. You can leave this house and don't come back!"

Hearing Lisa's painful sentence, Greta's heart burned. She pointed her index finger at Lisa's face. "You bastard! Is this how you talk to your in-laws!?"

Lisa managed to piss Greta off. A satisfied smile appeared on her face. "Well, that means you admit that I am your daughter-in-law, right? Didn't you just say that you are my in-laws?"

Greta said nothing, she was just ashamed to have been fooled by Lisa. Her face was so red, she couldn't hide her embarrassment in front of Lisa and Oscar.

"You people of the lower class are really good at doing others dirty, right? No wonder you really disgust me!"

Seeing his mother and wife bickering like little children, Oscar intervened. He pulled Lisa from his mother's face and said, "Lisa, I ask you to come up to the room. There is something I want to talk to Mama privately,"

"Okay, I'll go up first. Mother, I will say goodbye first," Lisa lowered her head and stepped out of the living room.

Lisa returned to her room trying to sleep early, but her heart was very worried. She really did not think that her mother-in-law would hate her so much. Lisa hoped that her husband would defend her downstairs if her mother-in-law insulted her. She was sure Oscar would defend her.

***

On the ground floor, in the living room, the mother and son had a sharp confrontation over the son's marriage. Oscar sat back down on the sofa across from Greta. He still couldn't understand why his mother was willing to fly all the way from Sweden just to ask about his secret marriage to Lisa. Peter knew Lisa long before Oscar met and married her. Why hadn't his mother heard of Lisa in the least? Didn't his dad tell his mom how great Lisa's career was?

Greta crossed her legs, she returned to sipping her second tea after Lisa left the living room. The middle-aged woman opened a conversation with her son using a foreign language.

"Oscar, I really can't believe your taste in women is this bad! How could such a woman amaze you? She's a cheap woman, Oscar! We are a dignified family, you should be ashamed to marry a woman like that!" Greta was furious and hoped that Oscar and Lisa were divorced.

Hearing his mother's sentence, Oscar was getting more annoyed and angry. He looked at his mother with a fierce and sharp gaze. "Are you saying my eyesight is bad so I have to go to an eye doctor?"

"Yes, your vision is really bad, Oscar! Lisa isn't cut out to be your wife and part of the Petersson family! You saw and heard for yourself earlier before she returned to the room. The cheap woman yelled at me and intended to kick me out of my own son's house! Very polite and dignified of her!"

Oscar denied that fact. He understood why Lisa was so irritated that she had to speak inappropriate words to his mother. "If you didn't embarrass Lisa in front of me, Lisa wouldn't have said that!" He snapped in a foreign language.

"Oscar, I am your mother! Mama knows which future wife is the best for you. Mama even found you a candidate from Sweden and she is the daughter of a prime minister. You shouldn't marry that immoral bitch!"

Oscar's blood boiled at hearing those words.. He got up from the sofa and approached his mother. "Mama, talk carefully! Lisa is not a bitch! She has been the best employee at the Petersson family company since her first time working there! Did dad never tell you about Lisa? I can't believe you said all those vile words about her!"