Stepsisters? {Book 1} ✓

Chapter 21

Tzuyu's POV

Two days had passed ever since we got Sana back from Kenzo. She was at the hospital, still unconscious but the doctors said that she was going to be okay and she would wake up in the next two days. I couldn't wait for her to wake up, I couldn't wait to talk to her again. And, even if my dad didn't allow our relationship, at least I got to tell her that I love her. Because I really do.

My phone buzzed as I was sitting on Sana's bed, trying to clear my head from the events of the last two days. I held the phone up with my left hand since my right was bandaged because of the glass shard from the Ferrari's windscreen. Jeongyeon gifted the Ferrari to me, since my older car was pretty much a wreck now.

Dahyun:
hey tzuu
Dahyun:
i heard about sana
Dahyun:
momo is on her way to the hospital, she's going to leave some flowers for her
Dahyun:
r u okay?

Tzuyu:
kinda
Tzuyu:
but the doctors say she'll wake up tomorrow or the day after

Dahyun:
that's good
Dahyun:
oh, and did u talk with lisa?

Tzuyu:
what for?
Tzuyu:
the only thing i want to tell lisa is not something that can be told

Dahyun:
tzuyu, lisa couldn't do otherwise
Dahyun:
kenzo would have hurt jennie
Dahyun:
lisa helped, u know?
Dahyun:
jeong told me that lisa was the one who called them to get in and get them

Tzuyu:
no way

Dahyun:
yes way tzu

Tzuyu:
r u entirely sure about this?

Dahyun:
one hundred percent

Tzuyu:
okay...
Tzuyu:
thanks dubu

I called Jeongyeon to ask her where I could find Lisa. She told me she was in confinement at her house and gave me the address.

Fifteen minutes later

I parked my bike in front of a big white house with a beautiful garden. I fixed my leather jacket and my hair as I walked over to the door and knocked. The door opened after a while and a really tall man with a grey mustache and glasses appeared in front of me.

"Nī̀ khụ̄x khır?" (Translation: Who is this?)

I kind of froze. I knew Lisa was from Thailand but hearing the language was a bit weird for me. I bowed.

"Uhm, I'm Chou Tzuyu, nice to meet you Mr. Manoban."

He smiled. "Hello my dear. What brings you here?"

"Thī̀rạk c̄hạn t̂xngkār khuṇ xyū̀ nı khrạw!" (Translation: Honey, I need you in the kitchen!) was heard from the back and I saw a woman, shorter than Mr. Manoban and me, with brown hair, walk behind Mr. Manoban. She stopped and looked at me. I smiled at her.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could see your daughter?" I asked hesitantly. Mr. Manoban's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"What for?"

"I want to thank her for uhm... her help. In a situation of mine." I hoped it wouldn't sound weird. Lisa's dad turned to her mom who nodded affirmatively.

"She's upstairs. With her girlfriend."

"K̄hxbkhuṇ." (Translation: Thank you.) I replied in the little Thai I knew and headed to the upper floor, admiring their house. It was big and spacious and decorated with many paintings, some of Thai artists. I stopped when I saw a door with a sign. It wrote Lalisa Manoban, both in Thai and in English. I took a deep breath and knocked twice.