¹⁹YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING, YOU PROMISED US

¹⁹

YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING, YOU PROMISED US

Throws a bucket of water at the young Enigma, who hails him with respect. He thought what his brother had said was full of bias out of hatred, but it turned out to be real.

After screaming at the two, the two just moved aside to give way, Iko was about to turn his back when he heard glass shattering on the floor.

Roman was not content with just screaming his frustration he punched Iro by surprise and kicked his face. Leaving after seeing blood.

“Ack,” the bowl of cereal fell and broke on the floor.

“Brother!” Iko forgot his meal, and it slipped out of his grasp, adding ruins to the floor. He runs fast beside his brother, who curves from pain.

Gasping at the sight of blood, while the grandfather, who lost his limelight in his eyes, struts his way, without care.

“Iko, I'm okay.”

Iro assures his little brother on the spot, ignoring the wave of pain. He can't afford for the little one to lose control of the emerging pheromones because of emotional stress.

"But---

Iko's refute was cut by shattered glass that flew past them. He turned his head up, only to see Roman leaving again. He trembled at the sight of more blood.

It was a piece of the bowl that was kicked by their grandfather, some flew and scratched Iro's face. The siblings' eyes met, and they clenched their fists.

While Iro touched the blood on his face, he grabbed Iko by the hand, who was trying to run after Roman.

He can't let Iko do something that will ruin the success of their plan for their mother's great escape.

"The number you have dialed is unattended. The number you have dialed—"Shit!"

Brandon kicked the light post where he was standing, his anger was making him a fool. He tried so many times to contact Ryo, only to get nothing.

He doesn't know what just happened to the house that was suddenly dug up. Leaving a big hole as if a sinkhole appeared and ate the whole villa, but a sinkhole would be impossible when all his belongings are thrown in disarray, worse than garbage.

And that paper suddenly burns to ashes, leaving no evidence. Who would believe him?.

Sorcery is not a thing in the 21st century.

The sweat on his back can fill a bucket; he doesn't have any words to explain the situation with the three people behind his back.

He can't just tell them to go home and forget what they have seen, everything's an illusion.

When he thought he already had one excuse, Carlson tapped his back with a blank face.

The anxiety written on Brandon's wet face was disgusting, if Carlson didn't have any hidden agenda, he could've just left and gone.

"I don't know what's happening, but if you don't have a place to go already, my house is big enough to accommodate the three of you."

Brandon was contemplating whether to say no or yes because it would be a different situation, but Sachin took the answer from his lips.

"Thank you for the invitation, but we're still not married, and living under the same roof isn't a good idea; my family can stay in a hotel meanwhile."

And Sachin looked at Brandon, giving multiple nods, giving him no options but to make do with what's what.

If the brain could talk, Carlson would have already fired insults at their faces, and it's a good thing that the mind has no mouth to speak.

"Then call me if needed."

Carlson left after some pleasantries and headed on his way. When the tip of the car was no longer in sight, Dini started to complain like a piranha.

"You must not let me sleep on a hard bed or in any cheap hotel, Brandon. I welcome you back into my life after your long disappearance, marrying someone else, and having a bastard son."

It was said capriciously, mocking Brandon without being able to raise an opinion.

"Don't worry, this is just a minor issue, I promise to make it up to you two."

Brandon was ashamed of the sudden situation and couldn't find a way to defend himself.

"You better be! Because Sachin and I don't want to go back to being looked down on again."

At that moment, Dini's tone makes Brandon speechless, as if they only accept him because they can throw him guilty anytime they want to get what they want.

Losing his questions in silence as to why you are still blaming me and trashing me for the past instead of giving me comforting pheromones?

To Brandon's eyes, Dini's acting like a social climber, treating him like a tool, and knowing the silence of his son won't help him to get away, he just gives a casual answer of agreement and gets back inside the car, in surrender.

"You better do something, you promised us, Brandon. That's why we agreed to go with you. Don't let us down."

Subsequently, the whole ride went into silence.

Not just Dini and Sachin, but Brandon also has no idea how Ryo managed to dig up the entire house, not an ordinary home but the whole villa.

He was so tired of all the drama and just wanted to rest, Brandon stopped the car at the nearest hotel without much thought, but it was not to Dini's liking.

So with a deep sigh, he drove again, searching for another hotel. When he tried to enter the second most luxurious hotel that's quite catching to Reesidex fame, he was grabbed from behind. It was Sachin's face, full of disdain.

But Dini cut him off and asked Brandon to pull over.

In the lobby, Brandon requested two rooms, one for Sachin and one for the couple.

Dini proudly gave them Brandon's black card. And because it was a black card, they thought he was someone big time, and he was handled with great kindness, offering some privileges, which makes Dini so high-and-mighty, and he chose the most expensive room to stay in.

And when the card was swiped, the healthy smile of the woman turned sour, she swiped the card three times, but it was the same.

"I'm sorry, but the card is empty."

"What?"

Dini's voice was so high in pitch that it instantly attracted attention, the card in his hand was like a pricey shame, bathing him with malicious judgment from people's gazes, whispering things while stealing glances at him back to their phones.