Echoing love

Chapter 4 part 3

Michaels PoV
When Michael reached his office that morning, Kyle was already at his desk typing on his computer, but he looked knackered, and his eyes were drooping.

'Obviously' Michael stated sarcastically 'you didn't get much sleep last night.'

Kyle didn't reply. Michael decided to release his fury by taking it out on Kyle's little mongrel.
'I hope you used protection because HIV and Clap are STD's you know that right? and your little friend is obviously a carrier of these diseases.'
Toby raised his eyebrows at his father and said 'well you'd know, wouldn't you, father?'
'And make sure you remember AIDS is incurable once you catch it, which if you haven't already, your bound to if you continue on like this.' Michael continued on ignoring Kyle's previous comment.
Michael smiled contently as he saw the annoyance in Kyle's eyes, Kyle then stood up, walked over to his father and spat in his face in disgust. Michael knew he'd been hard on his son, but that infuriated him even more. 'What. The. Fuck. Was. That!' Michael shouted, pushing Kyle into his desk.
'You were pissing me of, so I decided that was the best way too shut you up' Kyle replied standing up and brushing himself off.
'Well-'
'No father, I'm not discussing this with you, believe it or not I don't want an argument.' He turned away from his father, walked back to his desk and continued to type.
Michael couldn't be bothered to continue the argument, so he decided to start on a new subject. 'Well you need to stop being childish and act like an adult, I don't want you to embarrass me when we go see Gary Prince later'.
Kyle snorted loudly and ignored his father.
Michael Stormed out of the office slamming the door loudly on his way out, he stomped down to the kitchens feeling hacked of. He couldn't stand Kyle anymore, even looking at him made him grit his teeth in annoyance. He stormed around the restaurant not even paying attention to what he was doing. The blonde was more cheerful than usual. 'Ugh I hate her so much' he thought too himself.
'Thank you so much, sir, for paying for a taxi to take my mother to the hospital, I will be forever in debt to you, the- the doctors think it's cancer.' The tramp bit her lip anxiously.
That confirmed his suspicions about where Kyle had spent the night. At least the girl was thankful for what he'd done.
He stayed in the kitchen for most of the morning, watching the flow of raw ingredients being turned into delicious looking meals.

Nobody would ever understand how much he appreciated what his own father had achieved.
His father had been born Ladimir Atilla Kozlik in Poland, and had come to Sheffield as a penniless immigrant when he was 17 years old. When he was younger, Michael had loved hearing him talk about how hard life had been for him when he first arrived. He'd had many poorly paid jobs in factories and foundries, and had shared a small flat with about 10 other immigrants.

Ladimir dreamt big; he was determined to make his fortune, but he found himself trapped in poverty. The endless hours he had to do to keep a roof over his head, and save himself from starving meant he was to exhausted to do anything but sleep once he got home. He'd hated working in hot stuffy factories, they made him feel trapped.
He eventually applied for a job as a gardener in a private household. He didn't really expect to earn any more money, but he was able to stay in the fresh air all day long in the beautiful area of Richmond.

His boss, Major George Bouderon, had recently returned from India.
His daughter Angelina had been brought up in India and was now looking after the house for her father, her mother having died from Malaria in Bangladesh.
When Ladimir was tending to the garden, he could always smell the Indian foods that Angelina cooked for her father. Michael knew that his father admired Angelina from afar for many years before he plucked up the courage to speak more than a few words to her.

Angelina had to cope with a major crisis when her housemaid ran off with the man next door, a police officer and also a married man. In a spur of the moment , Ladimir stepped into the kitchen to help clean the house. He'd loved working near to her, watching her move nimbly around the house. That was the first time he tasted her cooking, her spicy food felt like a festival  on his tongue, and her chutneys tasted completely amazing.