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19. Meeting Her Mom

Chapter:19

I don't know how Ivy managed to tell her mom, but she did. Don't be Surprised about the new name, that's her English name. I'm

When she called to tell me that her mom had agreed to let me visit, I couldn't believe it. The news sent my nerves into overdrive.

For days, I rehearsed how I would behave, how I'd introduce myself, and how I'd navigate any tricky questions from her mom. Ivy reassured me, but I couldn't shake the anxious thoughts running through my head.

On the day of the visit, I took extra care getting ready. I wore my best shirt, neatly ironed, and made sure my shoes were spotless. I wanted to make the best impression possible.
As I left home, I kept practicing my greetings under my breath, running through imaginary scenarios where I charmed her mom with my respectfulness and good manners. Despite the nerves, a part of me remained confident . I'd always been good with parents.

I was given directions to their house. When I arrived at Ivy's house, she was waiting outside for me, dressed casually but looking as radiant as ever. Her smile was calming, but I could tell she was a little nervous too.

"You look great," she said with a grin, scanning me from head to toe.

I smiled back, feeling slightly more at ease. "Thanks. Ready for this?"

She nodded and led me inside. As we stepped into the house, the smell of fried rice filled the air, instantly taking the edge off my anxiety. Ivy gestured for me to sit in the living room while she went to inform her mom I had arrived.

A few minutes later, her younger sister, Bea, entered the room, carrying a glass of water for me. She was shy but smiled brightly as she handed me the glass.

"Thank you," I said warmly, trying to appear as calm as possible.

"You're welcome," Bea replied before disappearing into the kitchen again.

Ivy returned shortly after, sitting across from me. "She'll be out soon," she said softly, offering me a small smile.

My heart raced as I waited, trying to look relaxed while inside I was anything but. The anticipation was killing me, but I knew I had to remain composed.

When her mom finally appeared, I stood up to greet her. She was a petite woman with a quiet strength about her. Her expression was neutral, though I could sense that she was assessing me from the moment she walked into the room.

"Good evening , ma'am," I said, extending my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She shook my hand briefly, her grip firm but polite. "Good evening," she replied before sitting down on the couch across from me. "Ivy has told me a bit about you."

I could hear the unspoken caution in her words, but I smiled, hoping to ease whatever reservations she had. The air felt heavy with unsaid things, and I knew I had to tread carefully.

The conversation started slowly. She asked me the typical questions where I was from, what I did, and how I knew Ivy. I kept my answers simple and respectful, always mindful of my tone. I could tell from the way her eyes softened slightly as I spoke that I was making progress.

As the conversation continued, Bea appeared again, this time with a plate of fried rice. She placed it in front of me with a shy smile, and I thanked her before taking a bite. The flavor was rich and comforting, but I found myself too nervous to eat much. I took a few bites, savoring the taste, but my stomach was in knots.

After a while, her mom excused herself, leaving Ivy and me alone in the living room. I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"That wasn't so bad, right?" Ivy asked, sliding over to sit beside me.

"No, it wasn't," I replied with a chuckle. "She's nice. I was expecting her to be much more..."

"Strict?" Ivy filled in the blank with a laugh.

I nodded. "Yeah. But she seems to like me."

Ivy smiled, a look of relief washing over her face. "She's just cautious. I think she likes you, though."

We sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments, neither of us wanting to break the peace that had settled. It felt good to be here, in her space, knowing that her mom was at least somewhat okay with me being around.

Her mom eventually returned, this time with more personal questions. She asked about my plans for the future, my ambitions, and what kind of family I came from.

I answered with honesty, hoping to give her the sense that I had a good head on my shoulders. I could see her relaxing as we spoke, her initial reservations melting away as she got to know me better.

At one point, she stood up and gestured for Ivy to come sit beside me. "Talk to him for a while," she said to Ivy with a knowing smile before disappearing into another room.

Ivy slid next to me, her shoulder brushing against mine. "I think you passed the test," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Let's hope so," I replied, feeling more at ease now.

We spent the next few minutes talking about nothing in particular, just enjoying the moment. Ivy was still a little shy, but I could tell she was happy that the meeting had gone well.

Eventually, it was time for me to leave. I stood up, thanking her mom once more as she re-entered the room. She gave me a polite nod and asked Ivy to see me off.

As we walked to the station, I couldn't help but feel relieved that the meeting had gone as smoothly as it did. Ivy walked beside me, her hand brushing against mine, and I fought the urge to take it.

"So, what do you think?" I asked as we stood near the station, the night air cool around us.

"I think she likes you," Ivy said, smiling. "But she's probably still watching us closely."

I nodded. "I'll take that. It's better than nothing."

We stood there for a moment longer, savoring the calm after the storm. When it was finally time for me to go, I said goodbye, knowing I'd hear from Ivy soon about what her mom really thought.

The suspense of waiting for that feedback kept my heart racing all the way home.

As I walked, I couldn't help but think of the next steps how things might change now that her mom knew about us, and whether this would make things easier or more complicated. Only time would tell.

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