The Grey Storm

6

Shady side of life
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"This was a nice family dinner, hope we can do this again." Iseul wiped his mouth with a napkin, sitting on the right head of the table. Holding his wife's hand, caressing her knuckles with his thumb. "Who made this lovely food? The hake dish tastes just like my mother's cooking?" Hyo smiled proudly looking at the girl, Isamiona who downed a glass of red wine. "Well since it was my idea to make dinner. I made the garlic potato wedges, sweet veggies and Bibimbap. Isamiona made salty rice and the fish dish," Hyo smiled like an energetic child, "That was a lovely meal, what was it called again?" Hyo looked at Isamiona, Isamiona cleared her throat and dabbed her mouth neatly.

"Baked potato and Hake fish vith mushroom sauce," Iseul froze in his seat, hit with such nostalgia remembering a distant memory of that particular meal. How every time he would run home just to eat it made by his mother, who would specifically make it for him. When he was sad, happy or has achieved a goal.

Looking at the girl before him, she was the split image of his mother, but has Mira's striking beauty. Yet he could see himself through her, she has the Rosemary beauty but something inside of her changed. He remembered their conversations when Isamiona was a child, listening to her halfheartedly as she chatted for hours end and he wouldn't mind listening.

"Oh honey, you said it was your favourite childhood dish." Hyo squeezed his hand excitedly, he smiled giving her cheek a kiss. Elijah and Ethan got up, excusing themselves, uncomfortable with the happy couple's vibes. "There's work still to finish, Ceaira Syra." (Thank you very much, Sister) Elijah spoke first, excusing him and Ethan. Placing a hand on Isamiona's head before leaving, who also started getting up herself and started to pack the dishes. "Isamiona dear, it's fine you don't have—" Iseul was confused as to why the table was dismissing after a lovely family atmosphere.

"I insist," Isamiona said, moving around the table and collecting dishes. The younger twins giggled and helped her, Iseul frown. He couldn't even have all his children sit in one room together for some family time. Isamiona carried the plates to the kitchen as the maids got up to receive them, "Don't," she waved them off. "Serve them the rest." the twins ran in afterwards and helped her pack the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, "Opi kedaat, eress mali os Miada vros ase Biada." (We gift you a Kedaat, with the help of Mother and Father) Seung-Heon said handing the glasses to Isamiona, pointing to the gift bag on the countertop.

"Ay, you speak Malagarian?" she asked about collecting the glasses from him. "Ay, Biada-ee ñe Miada, Boonaë el una tlesa." (Yes, father taught Mother, Brothers and us very well) Seung-Hee said more fluently smiling, "Vell, you both spoke it very well." she praised them while patting their cheeks gently, closing the dishwasher and wiping the counters clean. "Miada told you our big sister, will you be our big sister?"

"Of course, I love little children. So I can gobble dhem up like cupcakes!" making a growling sound as the twins squealed, laughing as she picked them both up. Pretending to eat their stomachs, kneeling down to blow bubbles in their stomachs before kissing their foreheads. Her kedaat and scarf fell off, Seung-Heon touched her hair. Isamiona has long ash-grey with dark blue, both unnatural colours but she was born with them. "You got pretty hair, it's soft and smells nice." Seung-Hee joined her twin brother, feeling the long silky locks. Seung-Heon smirked mischievously at his twin sister, who caught the idea while Isamiona was fixing her kedaat and scarf.

Seung-Heon kissed Isamiona's cheek and so did Seung-Hee the same thing before running away giggling like naughty kids, smiling at their kind nature dumbstruck. Iseul walked into the kitchen, she watched him hesitating with himself to say something. Fudging with his necktie as she cracked the ends of her three fingers, "Um, the food was lovely. Thanks," he awkwardly said while tapping the marble counter looking at the floor, Isamiona tilted her head and nodded. "Tell Lady Rosemary dhat she doesn't need to push you into making a conversation between us." Iseul nodded straightening his cuffs, looking at his watch to cover his nervousness, "It came from me. She has a name and she's my wife, mother to the younger twins."