Maintain a good impression

Third person POV

Karl got back home late that evening because he had to work overtime. His boss scolded him for being late to work. His boss was very direct because he had come late and had to work for an hour more to make up the time.

When he was done, it was already a few minutes before eight; Karl thought it was not so late; who knew he would meet a traffic jam that almost made him go crazy? The worse part was that he had asked his driver to return early, which meant he had to drive himself back.

When he arrived, he was so hungry that he could not neglect his dinner. He had already missed breakfast and lunch. It was almost ten, so he decided to make instant noodles; not only would it not take much time to prepare, but it was also a perfect late-night meal. After making the noodles, he made a vegetable stew to balance his diet.

Karl had just sat at the table when he remembered that he had promised to call Isime back in the morning. He unconsciously thought of the person he saw that morning. "could it be my imagination? ' he questioned himself as he got his phone to call Isime. " I must find out if I recognised the wrong person. Looking at the time, it was already passed ten. He knew that it was not a good time to call a patient, but the phone was already ringing. He decided not to call again if she did not pick up, but the call was answered at that moment.

"Hello," Isime's voice was low. She was already feeling sleepy. She had been waiting all day for his call. She even thought of calling him, but she was afraid that she would call at the wrong time; after all, his voice sounded urgent.

She had picked up her phone in excitement when it rang that day but was disappointed. This time, she was already sleepy and wanted to ignore the call but was scared that it might be Karl, so she took the phone to confirm.

Words could not explain her excitement when she saw the caller's name. "Did I wake you up?" Karl felt guilty. "no, I was just about to go to bed," Isime said. "Okay, I am sorry for calling so late; my day has been hectic," Karl apologised. When Isime heard this, her face was filled with a smile. She knew that he was apologising because he cared about her feelings. "It's alright, you don't have to delay work because of me," Isime tried her best to sound like an understanding person.

When Karl saw that she did not blame him and was understanding, he immediately relaxed. "how is your health?" Karl asked. "I am much better; the doctor said that the results of my scans are out. Fortunately, I don't have internal bleeding and can leave on Saturday," Isime said. However, she had not forgotten that she was yet to get his words to pick her up on Saturday; she brought it up to hear what he would say. " so, can I pick you up? " Karl asked. Since she mentioned her discharge again, He offered to pick her up.

" would you be free? I don't want to cause you any inconvenience," Isime bites her inner cheeks. She wanted him to come but had to maintain a good impression.

"It's fine; just tell me if you will be discharged in the morning or evening," Karl said. He likes the fact that she is sensible, she did not glue to him simply because she was aware of her family background. "Thank you, * Isime said; she sounded like an abandoned child that found her kin. Karl tried to round up the call. First, he was tired; secondly, as a patient, she needed enough rest. After ending the call, he ate his dinner, took his shower and went to bed.

Days passed quickly, and it was soon Saturday; Isime had informed him that she would be discharged in the evening after the cast was changed.

When Karl woke up that morning, he was a bit worried. He did not know if he had to prepare anything apart from a car to pick her up. Moreover, he wanted to know what kind of things she would avoid for the time being. After all, taking care of a patient was not something he was used to.

Karl had just picked up his phone to check suggestions on the internet when he received a call from his father. Seeing Dad on the phone screen, Karl felt a headache coming.

He had deliberately gotten an apartment outside the family house to avoid their pestering as much as possible. He really did not want to pick up the call but did eventually. "Dad," his voice sounded calm. "Why do you sound like you are answering a call from your enemy instead of your father," his mum's voice came from the other end. Hearing his mother's voice, Karl confirmed that his guts were true. "Mum, why are you the one?" Karl tried his best to sound warm. No matter what, she was his mother, and he knew that she cared a lot about him.

"why can it not be me? It's my husband's phone," Freda answered. "You are right; the two shall become one," Karl was used to his parent's public display of affection...

"Karl," his father finally spoke. "Great, a family meeting," Karl complained in his heart. "Today is the birthday party of Mr George Nelson, he is the chairman of Nelson Co. Mr Nelson has a good relationship with our family, and we have been business partners for many years," Leonard paused. Karl's frown deepened; how could he not know what his father was up to after he said so much? He regrets his decision to take the call. He felt like hanging up, but his good upbringing stopped him. "We are going to attend as a family, do make yourself available at the family house at four pm today," Mr Leonard informed him.

"Dad, you should have informed me earlier; I already have plans for this evening," Karl said. He knew that his father wanted him to see the importance of the party, which is why he emphasised the statement. "What plans? How important is it? Can it not he moved?" Freda asked. She felt that her son was too care free.