AMBUL

~ 19. ESCORT ~

I mounted on his car and thrusted the key to start the engine as soon as I fitted my butt on the driver seat. That man was gazing me leaving the house while relying his upper body on the entrance of the house with his hands across his chest

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I humbled inside the house with some groceries both in my hands, recognising the aroma of wood and peanut stirred of my old home, welcoming me with its pristine embrace

Y/n: Dad, dad, I'm here
I kicked out the slippers at the entrance and shouted. The plastic bags in my hands were over loading and my fingers became hectic because of their weight. So I harshly entered the kitchen quickly and plopped them down on the dinning table

I took off my coat and hanged on the seat in front of the dinning table. Then I quickly poured a cup of water from the jar and took a thirsty sip. Still Mr. Oh Dohyung was nowhere to be seen

Y/n: Dohyung-shi
I attempted again to hear him answering me while looking around the old house which encouraged me about my childhood memories. I lived and grew up inside that house for my 24 years life span, twiddling around running, hopping, stomping and all the stuffs decorating my old memories with antique feels

Dohyung: Oh, you're here
He appeared behind me suddenly having me mystifyingly turned around out of my trance. Dad had cut his hair into a different shorter style coated with olive or some hair coat and he looked neatly grave with the exception of his grey hair over his temple. I approached to him swiftly and grabbed his hand into mine. He was bewildering at me and amusingly I dragged him to the dinning table as Frank as it could be

Dohyung: Oh, woww, what are these?
He said poking to the groceries in a daze couldn't cut off his eyes from the amount of recipes I bought. They were truly numerous and various. He gazed at me goofily still didn't catch up all the thing he just saw

Y/n: I bought it on the way here. I'm gonna cook for you dad
I winked at him confidently and humped those bags towards the kitchen counter. He also helped me carrying the groceries and watched me started chopping the vegetables in silence

Y/n: Dad, don't look at me like that. I learnt all the steps from aunty. Don't have a doubt
I tried to assure him but his worried expression didn't leave his face. I scowled feeling unfair and continued cutting the carrot uneasily. I had to extremely take care at using knife. There were a lot of accidents about knife when I learned to cook from Yoonhae aunty. So I was as languid as a snail just for my own safety and could anyone blame me for being careful. I just couldn't help being anxious about cutting

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Y/n: Look, isn't it pretty?
I lugged the soup pot and placed it on the dinning table with the gloves. Hot steam was evaporating from it's lip and they were as persuasive as I expected them to be. I took off my gloves and tucked the messy hair strings behind my ears, getting ready for the real catering

Dohyung: Yeah, really pretty. But not sure about the taste
Dad whispered furtively and surveiled my soup taking time

Dohyung: It smells sooo...good tho
His surprised compliment forced a smile to curve on my lips, and I couldn't act angry or mean anymore

Y/n: C'mon, c'mon, let's eat
I turned my body around towards the cooker and filled two plates with warm steamy white rice. Then I walked towards the table and placed them neatly in front of my dear lovely father. Dad looked amused and lightened up while tasting my one and only dish. I was busy checking out his expression everytime he took a spoon of my soup. He pulled out the chicken wing from the bowl and chewed slowly thrilling me with his every munch. I really wished it tasted good. I'd learned different kinds of dishes from aunty but, chicken soup was the only thing I could feel harmless