Fated In Seoul

Six Months

Six months.
Six months.
Six months.

How on Earth am I supposed to get everything back on track in six measly months?
I can assure you, as diligent a worker as possible, I am no miracle worker.

Six months.

His words stuck with me for the entire duration of my flight. On the plus side, I had no motion sickness thanks to my brain working overtime. On the downside, I had to plan an entire business recuperation schedule during a sixteen hour and fifty-five minute flight to Seoul.

Yes, you heard right. Seoul. As anxious as I am with regards to the future of Dusty being in my hands, I'm equally as excited to finally go to my dream city.

You're probably wondering how I ended up here so allow me to backtrack a bit...

*Flashback*

That five extra minutes in bed really helps with unscrambling your brain first thing in the morning. Hitting the 'stop' button for the alarm on my phone, I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Wow, don't I look just gorgeous. I'm sure aunty Naseema, everyone's favorite gossip aunty who lives down the road, would still accept my hand in marriage for her good-for-nothing son, Raees, if I were to look this horrid in public, solely for the fact that I am the youngest hijabi CEO in South Africa who has also established her own business.

My twenty year old self is smiling at the twenty six year old mess in the mirror, proud that we've made it this far with accomplishing our dreams.

After a steaming hot shower and a Jungle Oats berry flavored energy bar which was in the drawer of my nightstand, I made my way to the lounge where Mum was watching the latest season of Cobra Kai.

"Enjoy it and remember to tell me every detail!" I kissed Mum on the cheek and grabbed my lunch bag.

"I will. Wait, what's the time?"

"Umm, it's seven thirty five."

"Shoot, I'm going to be late!"

"Don't forget your lunch. I left it in the fridge next to a can of Coke."

"You're the best. I love you Zoya, have a great day."

"I love you too Mum, you have a good one too." Mum is a kindergarten teacher, and she's a darn good one at that. Her kids love her to bits, myself included, and she simply adores them.

I made my way outside after hearing the all-too-familiar hooter of Raees' car. Yes, the same Raees I mentioned earlier.

"Why do you always sit in the back? It makes me feel like I'm a taxi driver or something."

"If you were a taxi driver then at least you would have an actual job and not be bumming around all day while your mum brags about her only son being a pharmacist."

"I AM a pharmacist. Just not the one people like you are used to."

"Marijuana is not a type of medication, please Raees." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his stupidity.

"Why do I even bother giving you a ride to work everyday." He grumbled, eyes squinted as he peaked at me through the review mirror.

"That's because I threatened to tell your mum about your actual location during the part of the day where she thinks you're going to your pharmacy. Now eyes on the road, I know I'm beautiful but you need not stare, it's impolite."

"Beauty and the brains. You're too much for me little miss."

"Damn right I am. Thanks for the lift, here's an extra sandwich I packed last night."