Ace of Hearts

The Action Starts

The answer to the question hovered in the air ambiguously. Seeking something to say then not knowing what yet pressed to say something.

You shouldn't have left like that.

You made the house so quiet.

At least you could've taken something with you. The phone. The laptop. The flowers.

He didn't.

"Fun." Namjoo remarked.

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So the wedding was on. There was nothing Namjoo could say to dispute it now. Sehun already brought her too far to back away.

Like a filial daughter-in-law, Namjoo waited alongside Sehun at the bottom of the front stairs watching a sleek black car drive past the gates toward them. Father and mother coming home.

Masking her face with a grin Namjoo moved forward as Sehun's father stepped out of the car. Taking his arm, she helped steady him on his feet while his wife came around the other side.

"Did we make you wait long?" Father asked. "The doctor I tell you, he was dragging this morning's checkup on purpose."

"Oh, never mind him. He was so impatient wanting to come home to see you. This old silly man." Sehun's mother approached cheerfully, pitch high and giddy. Broadly grinning she touched Namjoo's free arm, "How are you this morning?"

"I'm good, mother." Namjoo replied.

"Did you have breakfast yet?"

"We already ate." Sehun answered as they climbed the stairs.

"But I'm starving." His father complained.

"How do you expect her to wait?" His wife chastised. "She can't starve the baby."

Throwing his head back with laughter, he asked, "Yes, how is the baby doing?" Looking at his wife he remarked, "We should've stopped for oranges on the way."

Awkwardly laughing, Namjoo had nothing to add on. The darn baby again.

"If there's anything, of course our son will get it for her." Sehun's mother reminded, as if to pinpoint his existence.

"Yes. Don't worry about it."

"Will you sit with this old man while he eats?" Elder Oh's attention firmly stayed on her.

"Sure, father."

Namjoo walked with Sehun's parents the entire way into the dining room. Compared to every meal today's breakfast was bland. A mix of vegetable side dishes and porridge filled the center. Elder Oh's expression strained pitifully Namjoo felt sorry for him.

"Less sodium is a better choice for your diet, father." Namjoo explained dishing him a bowl of porridge. "When my mother's blood pressure was too high, I made her eat plain rice porridge."

"How is your mother?" Elder Oh wondered. "You haven't talked about her. We should meet sometime before the wedding."

Incapable of retaining herself, Namjoo nervously laughed a little too hard caught off guard by the subject of her mother. Neither she nor Sehun had thought about that perspective. Darn her big mouth.

"She's very boring. There's nothing much to say about her." Namjoo quickly added praying to hop past the subject. In fact, some might say her mother was very flippant. For a club owner that had moved past the worst of life's obstacles, she was constantly hyperactive now. Especially when it came down to dealing with asshole customers.

"I'm sure your mother is a very intelligent woman," Madam Oh said. "Sehun, you've met her parents before. How are they? We should pay our respects now that Namjoo will be joining our family."