Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
From his silent look, he seemed to have something important to say. His father cocked a brow at that.
âWhat is it?â
âWell, itâs like this...â The boy crawled under his blanket and smilingly lay on his chest. He then held his fatherâs face and gave him two pecks on both cheeks before smiling. âMy dearest daddy, are you free today?â
âNo.â
âWoo...â The boy frowned, feeling aggrieved. âCanât you take leave?â
The man pondered on it for a moment. âWell, itâs possible, but it depends on the situation!â
âOh.â
He could not resist pinching his sonâs chubby cheek as he asked with a raised brow, âStop beating around the bush and just tell it to me straight.â
âThe schoolâs holding a meet-the-parentsâ session this afternoon, but because mommyâs details werenât registered upon my enrolment, my teacher couldnât contact her. She reiterated several times that at least one of my parents must be present during the meeting.â
â...â
âAre you unable to make it?â
Feeling somewhat troubled, the boy added, âActually, I think that itâs only a formality; thereâs no need to attend it. Itâs just that mommy used to attend all my meet-the-teacherâs sessions, but due to her current status, she canât show up there, so I can only ask daddy now. Will you go?â
âAlright. Iâll go!â The man agreed to it right away. âWhat time does it start?â
He cheerfully replied at once, â2 PM!â
âAlright. Iâll be there on time.â
âOkay! Iâll wait in school for you. Do you know where it is?â
âYes.â
âMwah! Thanks, daddy!â
Only then was the boy satisfied. Feeling overjoyed, he kissed his father again.
âWell, if youâre attending the session, can you promise me something?â
âWhat is it?â
With a grimace, he answered, âKeep a low profile.â
The man was amused by his sonâs request.
âYou want me to keep a low profile?â
âAt least, donât act so ostentatiously by driving any of those expensive luxury cars there. I donât want my teachers to think that Iâm some kind of rich kid.â
His answer tickled the man pink. âAinât it the truth, though?â
âHmph! Even so, I donât want people gossiping about me. Itâs really annoying!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
His son then smiled. âGo back to sleep, daddy; Iâll call you again later at 8 AM. Iâll go make breakfast first!â
âWhereâs your brother?â
âHeâs out for his morning run.â
These siblings always woke up early in the morning.
The older one was responsible for walking the dog, whereas the younger one was responsible for making breakfast.
Their jobs were divided distinctly.
By the time the man woke up, the little lads were already chauffeured to school.
It was Friday that day.
It had been seven days since his woman left for filming.
Seven more days.
In total, a fortnight seemed to have passed since he last saw her.
His chest felt half empty as a result of sleeping alone in the large bed every night.
He was not used to it.
Once a person got used to another personâs warmth, he could no longer get used to sleeping alone!
He had never once felt that sleeping alone was such a lonely thing to do prior to meeting her, but now, each time he returned to a pitch-black room and an empty bed, he found this darkness to be absolutely oppressive.
Only out of sheer determination did he manage to hold back from calling her first, but alas, the woman did not even send him a text message.
Was she really so busy that she could not even spare some time to send him a message?