Punctuality to unpunctuality

Dinning room

Pulling out a seat, Petra closed her eyes and sniffed her nose in the atmosphere, "Mhmm, something smells so good."

Walking out of the kitchen, "Ah, aunt, what took you so long? And where is uncle?" Jin-joo asked before placing the big flask of 'Yangnyeom chicken' On the table.

"I'll tell you were he is only if you first of all explain to me what happened to that?" Petra asked while pointing at an empty plate which had oily stains. "Hmm, seems like someone just rushed his meal and forgot to clean up the place."

Placing her hand on her forehead, Jin-joo smiled, "When did he become messy?" Picking up the plate, she added, "I'll clean it up myself."

Settling down, Petra grinned, "Seb has become messy since he met you." When Jin-joo raised her brows and awkwardly chuckled, she smiled, "Uh huh, he migrated from punctuality to unpunctuality."

"Come on, Aunt. Where did I go wrong?" Helping Petra to serve the food, Jin-joo chuckled, "He chooses to be that way, I'm innocent of his flaws."

Staring at the loaded plate of 'Gamja jorim' And 'Yangnyeom chicken' Petra gasped, "God, without tasting this, I can tell you that you're the best cook."

When Jin-joo chuckled and shook her head, Petra hungrily strived into her meal. Closing her eyes after taking a bit of the braised potatoes (Gamja jorim), Petra sighed in satisfaction, "Oh God, I should hire you as a caterer for my daughter's wedding."

Jin-joo whom was having a hard time holding back the furious laughter, had to let it out. "Aunt, you're so funny. These are just one of the traditional cuisines of my place."

Petra nodded her head in agreement. With a mouth full of food, she remarked, "This is the best I have ever had in my lifetime existence." Giving her a thumbs up, "You killed it, Jin. Now I understood why my son is messy after having this. Seriously I can't believe am eating with my bare hands." Looking at her hands which were so oily, Petra ignored it and continued diminishing the meal.

Looking at her mother in-law who was busy shoving almost everything in one go, Jin-joo shook her head and said, "Aunt, don't be in a rush. There are still more if it's finished. It won't be fine if you choke up."

"Are you kidding me? My God, I can't even remember the last time I went for Asian restaurants. Ever since you came into my home and into my son's life, you always make for us, Japanese, Korea and Chinese. I knew that right from the very first day I met you at that supermarket, my prayers were answered in heaven."

Jin-joo burst into laughter. "Oh my gosh, aunt, that's a bit embarrassing." Jin-joo couldn't forget that day she met Petra as one of her crazy dieing fan. They made live videos, took selfies, photos and went out to eat together. Petra was really full of live and Jin-joo is so happy to have her as her mother in-law.

"You know-" Licking her hands sarcastically, Petra started importing more braised potatoes and yangnyeom chicken into her plate, "When Seb told me to my face that he loses appetite whenever I make meals for the day, I don't blame him. Because he is right. Infact, my meals sucks." Pointing at her plate, she groaned in satisfaction, "This is a real good meal and anyone who's never hungry and sees this, he'll definitely regain appetite."

Pausing for a while, Jin-joo asked, "Why is Uncle not here for dinner? I expect him to come with you."

"Yeah, yeah, he's-- upstairs heading downstairs. He'll be here shortly."

Taking a deep breath, Jin-joo nodded and took a sip from her glass of juice. Just as she was busy swirling her juice in the glass, her eyes flicked on the little shining round thing wrapped around Petra's finger. 'Ahh' She silently gasped. Did he proposes?

She had never seen a ring on Petra's finger since she joined the family. And something tells her that her inner assumptions are right. Tapping her fingers on the table, she smiled and swore not to ask. 'Hmm, is Aunt Petra falling in love again? She's surely aromatic artificially but romantic naturally.

Witnessing her glare, Petra paused and turned towards her. Raising her brows, she asked, "Seb finished his dinner so quickly and you? Why are you just sitting and having juice?"

"Well, Seb and I ate same time. He is in our room. He has some important work to finish. So, I'm just having juice to get hydrated."

Petra slowly nodded and focused on her meal after. Meanwhile, Jin-joo still couldn't stop staring at the ring on Petra's left finger.

.....

Inside Sebastian's room

With the laptop on his lap, Sebastian was relaxing on the bed while typing the keyboards very fast. Tomorrow is his younger sister's wedding and after that, he'll be going on a vacation honeymoon with his wife. There's seriously no time to focus on office chores and he can't allow Ryan handle everything all by himself even when he insisted to help.

Ryan has been a great business partner and vice president of the company for him all these years since they took over their fathers positions. He doesn't want to add more stress to the family man's stress. Instead of leaving all the works for his cousin brother alone, Sebastian decided to work it to ease and less. So that when he returns from his 14 days vacation, he won't be worn-out thinking about so many things awaiting him on his desk.

Picking out a thin booklet from the set of files, he flipped over the pages with a huge scowl on his face. Thereafter, he placed it down after a while and continued typing.

Narrowing his eyes at the written article on the screen, he just remembered something and there he took his phone which was beside him on the bed.

He was going through the eighth clause in his emails when the door opened. Thinking it was his wife, he said, "My love," Without sparing a glance at the door.

But to his shocking surprise, only for him to had heard that it was a man's voice, "Sebastian."

Looking at the person that just called out his name, Sebastian frowned and asked with a cold and stern voice, "What are you doing in my room?"

With his hands tucked inside his pockets, Grayson took a deep breath and made his way towards the bed. Stopping right in front of him, he answered, "We need to talk."

"Talk?" Sebastian placed his laptop on the bed and stood up. He was getting all furious and mad at the moment seeing his father's calm face. He scoffed. "I don't want to discuss anything with you, old man. As you can see, I was very busy with some work before you came in, so please do yourself a favor and get outta my room."

Taking advantage of his words, Grayson completely ignored him and sat down on the bedside. Looking at his son whom was fuming and boiling so hard in anger, Grayson tapped on the empty side of the bed, "Sit and let's talk like father and son."

"Hey! I forbid you. Get outta of my room before I unleash the beast inside of me."

Taking a deep breath, Grayson helplessly shook his head. "You want to fight your father, Sebastian?"

That word 'Father' Sent a burning heat down Sebastian's veins and he clenched his hands into a fist. Gritting his teeth, "Don't make me do something that'll might make the whole world address me as a murderer. Do yourself a favor and stop get outta here."

"Sebastian, why is it so difficult for you to forgive and forget about the past? Since I got into this mansion, you've never showed me the fatherly respect I deserved."

"What? What the fuck is this old man saying? Wait are you lecturing me? Are you wearing some boldness in my own territory? To look at the same son you abandoned for more than twenty years in the eye and claim you seek respect?" Clapping his hands, Sebastian laughed sarcastically. "This is hilarious."

Standing up firmly, Grayson confidently chided, "It'll be nice if you sit down and hear me out."

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