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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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Back at home...
Kana kicked off her shoes and stepped into the house. “I’m home!” she called out, loud and clear, expecting her mother’s usual warm response.
Silence.
Her brows furrowed. That was strange. Her mom was always quick to greet her. She dropped her bag by the door and began walking further inside when the faint scent of something burning hit her nose.
Her heart skipped a beat. “Mom?” she called again, her voice louder this time as she rushed toward the kitchen.
The scene before her made her stomach twist. Y/n stood by the stove, staring blankly at a pan that was beginning to smoke. The acrid smell of burning food filled the air, but Y/n didn’t seem to notice.
“Mom!” Kana shouted, her voice rang with urgency. The sound snapped Y/n out of her trance, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening.
“Oh, God!” Y/n gasped, fumbling with the stove knob to turn off the burner. She grabbed a towel and waved it at the smoke, coughing lightly as she worked to dissipate it.
Kana stepped in, grabbed the pan and set it safely in the sink, running water over the charred contents to stop the smouldering. She turned to her mom, concern etched all over her face. “What the hell, Mom?! Were you just gonna let the kitchen catch fire?”
Y/n pressed a hand to her chest, breathing deeply as the panic ebbed away. “I... I’m so sorry, inday. I didn’t mean to—”
Kana’s anger faded, replaced by worry as she watched her mom. Y/n looked pale, her hands trembling slightly as she leaned against the counter. It wasn’t like her to space out like this, especially not while cooking.
Kana grabbed a rag to help clean up the mess. As Kana wiped down the counter, guilt started to settle in her chest. She glanced at Y/n, who was quietly stacking the charred remains of the lunch attempt into the trash.
“I’m sorry for yelling,” Kana mumbled the apology.
Y/n paused, looking up at her daughter. A small, tired smile tugged at her lips as she set the trash bag aside. “You don’t need to apologize. I deserved it. I was careless."
Kana didn’t respond right away, her hands gripping the rag tightly. But before she could get caught up in her thoughts, Y/n straightened up and let out a weak laugh.
“Well, I guess we’re eating out now,” she joked as she tried to ease the tension. “I’m not trusting myself in the kitchen for the rest of the day.”
Kana looked at the (h/c)-haired woman, still feeling uneasy. She simply nodded. “Okay.”
Y/n reached for her purse. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”
Kana shrugged. “Jollibee. I want a Chickenjoy bucket. And maybe spaghetti.”
Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, Jollibee, it is. Let’s go before I burn something else just by looking at it.”
