Dark Purple Rose [YiZhan FF]

Chapter 41

The night for Zhan and Yibo ended at six o'clock in the morning when Yibo's mother went into the kitchen and, in probably the loudest way possible, prepared coffee - she ground the coffee beans especially for this - and tea, while she cut a few slices of bread from a loaf of bread with an electric knife and then pureed fruit with a hand mixer, which she then mixed with soy milk, also using a hand mixer. She beat several slices of toast with a meat tenderizer until they were completely flat. Then she put ham sausage and cheese on the flat slices of toast, rolled them up, dipped the rolls in mixed egg, melted a little butter in a pan and began to fry the rolls. When they were browned on all sides, she added some grated cheese to the top of the rolls and placed them on a plate covered with fresh salad leaves.

There was more clattering and rustling in the kitchen for a while, then Yibo's mom slurped through the living room every minute, coughing repeatedly, switching the light on and off and finally Yibo and Zhan had had enough and got up. Obviously, Yibo's mom hadn't intended to let them sleep a second longer than she did.

While Yibo went to complain to his mom about the noise she had made in the kitchen, Zhan went to the bathroom and almost screeched when he opened the bathroom door, turned on the light and saw Yibo's dad sitting on the toilet. The smell told Zhan what Yibo's dad was producing in the toilet, he apologized to him for the disturbance and quickly closed the door again. "I want to go home." Zhan mumbled tiredly to himself and went into the kitchen, where Yibo was just making it clear to his mom that she could have let him and Zhan sleep for at least another hour.

Yibo's mom, who was wearing a pink morning robe and pink pyjamas underneath, smiled, patted Yibo's cheek and said, "Go clean yourself and brush your teeth. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Zhan, who by now had sat down at the table and leaned his head on his hands, mumbled, "Can't. Occupied."

"Oh... Is my husband in the restroom right now?" She asked, not waiting for an answer but picking up the hand mixer again to prepare another fruit milk.

Yibo sat down next to Zhan at the kitchen table, put his head on the table and whined: "I want to go to your apartment."

"Me too." Zhan replied and put his head next to Yibo's. They looked into each other's eyes like that and Zhan asked, "How long do you think your dad will take?"

"I don't know. Was there a light on in the bathroom?"

"Nope."

"Then it will take longer."

"And how long?"

"I don't know."

"I see."

"Zhan?"

"Yes?"

"Are you as tired as I am?"

"Yes."

"What time do you have to be at the lawyer's?"

"At 2 PM. He texted me yesterday and told me to meet him at his office at 2 PM. He told us to bring Isko with us."

"Isko? Isn't he being driven by Wen Rouhan?"

"I think so."

"Well then."

"Yibo?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sleeping at home tonight."

"I'm coming with you."

"You have to be here with your parents."

"Nope, I don't see it. I'd rather stay with you."

"You can't."

"But..." Yibo began and yelped when his mom hit him on the head with the wooden spoon.