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Before her eyes could even delve into the files she was studying, her gadget rang again. This time, Mr. Jack’s name appeared on the screen.
“Yes, sir?” Irene stood up for some reason.
“Is Bella throwing a tantrum and refusing to let me pick her up, Miss? She wants to go with you.”
Irene slapped her forehead! But she also heard Bella screaming in the background. “Quick, Irene!!! I need you!!!”
Not the kid, not the daddy! They were both troublemakers, weren’t they? Irene grumbled in her heart. What sins did she commit in the past to deserve meeting these really patience-testing individuals?
Who isn’t interested in ice cream? Most people enjoy this refreshing sweet treat. There are various flavors and types available, even unimaginable ones like black-colored ice cream, according to Irene. Additionally, it is topped with fruits that Irene believes are rarely consumed nowadays.
Firstly, it’s expensive. Back when her parents were well-off, Irene used to eat kiwi and mandarin oranges. But now? She thinks more about the other needs that her family requires. Or buying fruits at the market where she can still negotiate the price. Although her initial attempts to buy fruits failed miserably.
She got scolded by her mother! Her mother said she couldn’t choose properly, everything was rotten, ugly, and nothing was edible. It would be better to just give her the money. Irene didn’t refuse to do that. Really. No matter how much money Irene gave, it always ended up being spent by her mother. Meanwhile, she wanted her two younger siblings to have fruits together. What’s so difficult about that simple wish? Unfortunately, her mother seemed unwilling to comply. Secondly, the ice cream in front of her now was also priced ridiculously high. Goodness gracious! Is it because of the location where this ice cream outlet stands that the price is so high? Who knows. One thing is certain, it doesn’t make sense to Irene at all.
Thirdly, it’s the color. Why doesn’t Bella feel disgusted eating it? Instead, she’s devouring it so eagerly? She says, “It’s delicious, sis Irene. Come on, try it. You’ll regret it if you don’t eat it now. It’s melting.” Irene grimaces in astonishment.
“Eat it, Irene.” This time, Sunny speaks up too. Although the middle-aged woman didn’t order the same menu as her granddaughter. The variety of fruits as toppings on the cold yogurt she ordered already revealed her preference. Two hours ago, Irene hurriedly went to Bella’s school using a motorcycle taxi. If not, she didn’t know what she would have to face. Bella is stubborn. Like she’s made of asteroid rock from some unknown planet. Whatever Bella asks for must be fulfilled immediately, or else? Oh, dear!
Irene would be going around in circles because for now, due to the collaboration summary between Optima and Faldom that she’s currently learning in Sebastian’s workplace. She also took business leave for a week to Sidoarjo, with permission from her mother. Oh, God! Forgive Irene for lying to her parents. But truly, Irene didn’t do anything bad, really!
She’s working, even though sometimes she’s teased by her boss and his child.
Fortunately, the motorcycle taxi driver Irene ordered not only knew the fastest route but also skillfully overtook many vehicles ahead. Although throughout the journey, Irene uttered many prayers for her safety, hoping that she wouldn’t get a single scratch. It wouldn’t be funny if she returned from this fake business trip with a long scratch on her leg, or a wounded knee? Oh… just imagining it made Irene suddenly feel a stomachache.
“Where’s Bella?” Irene immediately asked after getting off the motorcycle.
“In the car, Miss.” Mr. Jack approached the girl with shoulder-length hair right away. He had been anxious waiting for her. Not for no reason. Bella couldn’t be persuaded at all. For whatever reason. He had already contacted her mother too. He didn’t want to make any mistakes again, especially while Miss Irene’s mother was at home. What Mr. Jack didn’t know was that Ms. Sunny was at Sebastian’s office.
“I’ve been locked up since earlier.”
Irene looks at Bella in disbelief, patting her forehead. She wants to ask how this happened, but it feels too amusing. Mr. Jack must have been tricked by Bella earlier. Mr. Jack looks at Irene with hopeful eyes. Even if he gets scolded for disturbing her, it doesn’t matter as long as Bella can be persuaded to go home. Mr. Jack lets Irene approach the parked sedan by the roadside, but before that, he says, “Miss, I have also contacted Mrs. Sunny.”
“Let her know, sir, I’m with Bella.”
Mr. Jack nods obediently. “Okay, Miss.”
“Bella?” Irene calls out, tapping on the car window. Seeing that Irene has arrived, Bella quickly unlocks the door of the car that always accompanies her. Irene hurriedly gets in after her. “It’s dangerous, Bella, staying inside.” Bella pouts with her arms folded across her chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“My math score is a seven?”
Irene furrows her brow and immediately looks for Bella’s bag. Once found, she quickly takes it and searches for the book Bella is referring to. But before that, she calls out to Mr. Jack. “Sir, let’s go home now.”
“I don’t want to!” Bella exclaims immediately.
“Bella has to go home. Aunty Merry made delicious food, you know.”
“I don’t want to go home yet, Irene!” Bella refuses to back down. This makes Irene sigh softly.
“Then where do you want to go?” At the same time, Mr. Jack has already gotten into the driver’s seat. He starts the car’s engine, changing the air inside the cabin. He himself is very puzzled as to why Bella is endangering herself like this. “I’m really angry.” She grabs her backpack and quickly rummages through its contents, taking out a sheet of paper she received from her teacher. It includes the material she studied last night. “See? My answer is correct, sis Irene! Why am I being blamed?”
Irene closes her eyes briefly, but a moment later, she smiles. “Did you talk to Miss Mia?”
Bella falls silent.
“I’ll check first, all right?” Irene smiles. “If Miss Mia made a mistake in grading, Bella should have the courage to ask. Where did you go wrong?”
The girl begins to soften. Her eyes gaze intently at the figure with bangs and peculiar glasses. “Mr. Jack, take me to Sour Sally. Tell Grandma that I want her to treat me.”
Mr. Jack sighs with relief. “Alright, Miss!” Through the rearview mirror, he can see the young lady leaning back comfortably, even though her face is still sulky. Her companion is busy with the sheet of paper that caused the twelve-year-old to get angry. Mr. Jack quickly does what Bella asked and hopes that Irene won’t get too angry and follow them here.
Irene’s hands quickly calculate. Bella’s school is really something, giving her a headache. Why are children’s lessons so different from when she was young? But that’s how it is now, right? The advancement of technology has led to progress in education that cannot be underestimated. Everything develops according to the available technology.
Fortunately, thank goodness, Irene is truly a native Korean descendant.
Despite all the pressures and events that weigh on her, there is still a sense of luck within her. Including now. She’s supposed to be waiting for her data from her boss. But really, she can’t just leave Bella like this. What if the girl runs away again? It would be troublesome for her too! No, no. It was enough that she was constantly bombarded with questions about Bella’s whereabouts when she didn’t even know where she was.
“Bella, let’s compare my answers with yours.” Irene handed over her version of the answers, following the provided guidelines. Although there is still a frown on Bella’s face, she takes what Irene offers.
From any angle, Bella is like a walking Barbie. Her eyes are perfectly round, her nose is cute, her skin is fair, and her long hair, although not well-groomed, cascades down. Unbeknownst to Irene, she takes out a comb from her bag. “Come on, sis, comb my hair. Do a ponytail or just a regular style?”
The doll-like eyes, framed by long and curly eyelashes, blink slowly. They stare intensely at Irene as if what the girl just said is something strange. But then, Bella smiles broadly. “Just a ponytail. Put a pearl hairpin on me, sis. I think it’s in my makeup bag.”
“Huh? You have a makeup bag?”
Without hesitation, Bella nods. “I bought it at Shopa. It was on sale.” Bella’s hand reaches out to grab a box placed on the seat’s armrest. The car, which serves as her “home” during the day, is filled with her belongings, including a special suitcase for clothes in the trunk.
