Twinkle (Never Lose Those Magical Moments 🤍)

Chapter 60

Later that day, Freen sat in the living room with Jennie, sipping the lemon soda Becky had given her. Her head still throbbed from the night before, but her thoughts were consumed with something much deeper—the weight of her father's expectations. She dreaded the moment she would have to face him about her career.

"Jennie, I don't know how to tell him," Freen said softly, staring down at her hands. "I've always done what he wanted, but this... I can't go through with the MBA. It's just not me."

Jennie, sitting next to her, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Freen, you have to trust me. I'll handle Dad. He loves you, even if he's tough. But he needs to understand what you really want. I know he's pushing you, but it's because he thinks it's best for you."

Freen looked at her, eyes filled with uncertainty. "What if he doesn't listen?"

Jennie smiled softly. "That's why I'm here. Let me talk to him first, okay?"

As the evening rolled in, Mr. Chankimha returned home, his usual stern expression unchanged. Jennie waited for the right moment to approach him. She knew her father's temper well, but she also knew that deep down, he wanted his daughters to be happy, even if he didn't always show it.

"Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jennie asked as he was sitting down in his study, sorting through paperwork.

"Make it quick, Jennie. I have a lot to do," Mr. Chankimha said, barely looking up from his desk.

Jennie took a deep breath. "It's about Freen."

Mr. Chankimha stopped what he was doing and gave Jennie his full attention. "What about her?"

"She doesn't want to pursue the MBA, Dad," Jennie said, her voice steady but cautious.

His brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. "What do you mean? This is a perfect opportunity for her future. Why wouldn't she want it?"

"Because it's not what she wants for her life. Freen has always done what you asked, but this time, she wants to choose her own path," Jennie explained. "She's passionate about acting, Dad. She wants to study acting, not business."

Mr. Chankimha stood up, pacing the room, his frustration growing. "Acting? What kind of future is that? It's unstable, risky. I'm trying to give her security, Jennie! I'm trying to make sure she doesn't struggle like we did!"

Jennie stayed calm, even though her father's voice was rising. "I know, Dad. You've always wanted the best for us. But sometimes what's best isn't what makes us happy. Freen is miserable thinking about the MBA. Don't you want her to do something she loves?"

"Acting..." he muttered, shaking his head. "How could she make a career out of that?"

Jennie took a step closer, her voice softening. "Freen has been passionate about it for years. You've seen her in school plays, right? She lights up when she's on stage. This is what she wants, Dad. And you love her, right? Don't you want her to be happy?"

Mr. Chankimha sighed heavily, his expression torn. He was a man of logic, someone who believed in structure and stability, and the idea of acting didn't fit that mold. But Jennie's words hit him hard—Freen's happiness. That was what mattered most.

"Bring her in," he finally said, his voice lower but still firm. "I want to talk to her."

Jennie nodded and quickly left the study to find Freen, who was nervously waiting in her room. "He's ready to talk. But remember, be honest. Tell him what you feel."