LurveVilla

THE Fuji White of Range Rover Velar SE veered into an aisle. A hundred meters across rows of pine trees on the left and right, he finally arrived in front of a fence. A beautiful carving with the name of 'LurveVilla' is sculpted on the left and right of the fence.

The hand then reaches for the remote and presses the green button. Both sides of the iron fence slowly opened. The car was driven back into the courtyard before stopping in front of a mansion surrounded by walls throughout the area.

Qarl sighed in relief. The eyes looked at his watch. 7.50 pm. Luckily, he reached on time. Hope the 'LurveVilla's dinner', an event held every three months to gather the whole family, has not started yet.

Thankful to Haiqal, the company's marketing executive who took his place. If not, maybe he is still stuck in the group of those Japanese producers

Qarl gets out of the car. The breeze of the sea continued to greet his body. In walking, he throws a glance towards the beach ahead. Although shrouded in thick night, the sound of the waves can still be heard.

"Good evening, everyone."

"Good evening. Hey, Qarl. You are back! I thought you forget our family dinner tonight!" said Madam Cara as well as welcoming her son greeting that just stepped in.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late. Coincidentally, everyone had just come down. Come. Let's sit here, Qarl." Sir Yoong invited. "Agnes, prepare rice for Qarl."

Qarl followed his grandfather's instructions. The seat next to Qayla was immediately occupied. In a few moments, a maid appeared serving rice for him as directed.

"Late you be back today, Qarl?" asked Madam Li Fang, Mr. Yoong's second child.

"There was a meeting earlier, aunty."

"Meeting or dating?" Qayla teased her brother sluggishly. Her eyebrows were raised with a spoiled grin.

"Meeting, jiejie (sister)."

"I know. I'm just kidding, okay!"

"In a day you don't tease your sister, it's not legal, right Qayla?" Nyonya Min interrupted.

"Have to do, zumu (grandmother). Otherwise, you can't hear his golden voice all day. It's really hard for him to talk."

"It's okay, what? One person is hard to talk to. Another one is too talkative!" speaks Sir Eric, Mr. Young's first child.

"Isk, baba!"

"Why? Did baba say the wrong thing?"

"I'm not too talkative, ba. But more to be friendly. Seems like baba doesn't know Qayla. I like to cheer people up, like make people laugh, and love to joke. If I'm being quiet like Qarl, it won't be fun either. LurveVilla would be gloomy. Isn't that right, zufu (grandfather)?"

Sir Yoong's hoarse laughter dissipated. "Hmm. Zufu likes LurveVilla always boisterous and cheerful with the voices of Yoong descent. Because of that zufu built this place with a full sense of love for our family. So... live this villa, fill it, and decorate it villa with joy, happiness, and love. Cause the loves begin here."

"See! I told you ...." Qayla was excited when Tuan Yoong's statement seemed to be in her favor.

"Zufu named this mansion as 'LurveVilla' not to symbolize property and wealth. But a villa which filled with the affection and love of its fellow residents. Just...," Sir Yoong's verse stopped.

"Just what, zhungfu?" Nyonya Min held her husband's shoulder.

"LurveVilla will be more perfect with the presence of Li Jie's heirs inside it."

Simultaneously, everyone looked at each other. Understand the allusion that Sir Yoong uttered just now.