CHAPTER 4-The Search begins

CHAPTER 4

"CHAPTER 4

"Why don't you ask your Dad for help?" his mother said when he told her about his problem. For several weeks, he had been searching for Miss Yummy, the woman he had a one-night stand with. But until now, he still hadn't found her. He was desperate to see her. He wanted to see again the woman who had completely captured his heart and mind. He could barely eat or spend time with his friends because he had become so consumed by the search that his mother noticed the dark circles under his eyes and how much weight he had lost.

He sighed. "I can't."

He looked at his mother.

"And why? Your Dad is really powerful when it comes to business and tactics. He could find the woman you're looking for in just one day."

"Then after that, he'll want me to become part of his company. I don't want to run a business."

His mother shook her head, clearly disagreeing with him.

"You're the only one who doesn't want to manage a company. What will you gain from being in a band? You earn almost nothing from it. In fact, your daily expenses cost more than what you make. You have to think about that."

"I beg to disagree."

"You're hard-headed. I don't know what I should do with you." She sighed as though she were already giving up because of his stubbornness.

"You can help me yourself. Why do I need Dad's help when you can do it?"

His mother stared at him. "I will not help you."

"Mom!"

His mother stood up and went back to her room.

He clenched his fists in frustration. No one could understand him. Even though his family was well-known, it still wasn't easy to ask them for help because they would insist that he take over the company, something he had no desire to do.

He left the mansion and headed to his friend's bar. Along the way, he couldn't stop looking around the streets they passed, hoping that somehow he might catch sight of her.

"The person you're looking for isn't here," his friend, the owner of the bar, greeted him with a smile. His friend knew exactly why he had come. He approached him sadly and sat on a soft sofa, resting his feet on the seat across from him.

"Have a drink with me."

"Are you crazy? It's broad daylight outside and you want to drink?"

"I want alcohol."

"We're still closed."

"Then open the place for me. I'll pay you triple for every hour I stay here."

"Why don't you just drink poison so I can make a funeral donation to your family?" his friend said seriously.

He shot him a sharp look. "I'm serious."

"Do you think I'm joking? I'm serious too."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Tss. No one can help me. What did I even do on Earth? Why do I feel useless? Why do I feel like I'm alone? Tell me!"

"You're being dramatic, dude. You're going crazy because of that woman. How amazing was she for you to act like this? Was she really that irresistible and sweet?"

He glared at him. "Fvck you!" he said through gritted teeth.

"If I were you, I'd just do what your dad wants. If you've really been struck by Cupid's arrow, you'll do anything for her. You'll agree to your dad's deal. But if it's only lust, stop thinking about her and find yourself a new sex partner."

He froze. His friend had a point. What was really at the heart of all this? Was he already in love with the woman, or did he simply want to share a bed with her again?

"See? You don't even know what that woman really is to you."

"I need liquor," he said.

"Tss. I'll give you one bottle, and that's enough." His friend turned away to get a bottle of liquor from the shelf.

"Thank you, Dude." He closed his eyes briefly. His mind, however, was occupied with what his friend had said. The words hadn't been clear, but they gave him an idea of what he truly felt for the woman.

"I'm going home." He pulled out some money and placed it on the table. "Keep the change." He stood up and got into his car, heading toward their mansion.

Several minutes were wasted in traffic, so it was already six o'clock in the evening when he arrived. His father was just getting home as well. His mother was shocked to see him again. She had thought he was already at his condo and wouldn't be coming back. After all, he rarely visited the mansion usually only once a week. Sometimes months would pass before he returned. But today, he had come home twice in a single day.

"What got into you? Why did you come back?" his mother asked in surprise.

"Don't you want to see me here, Mommy?" he teased.

"Of course not. I'm happy you're here. You're the one who doesn't like being here."

"I'll wait for Dad." He was about to head to his room when he heard his father's voice calling for his favorite dog.

"He's here," his mother said with a smile before walking over to greet him.

He followed her because he wanted to speak with his father. As soon as his father entered the living room, he approached him.

"How are you, Dad?" He respectfully took his father's hand and touched it to his forehead before sitting beside him.

His father looked at him with obvious surprise.

"Are you sick, Abraham?" his father asked suspiciously.

He laughed lightly. It wasn't concern he heard in his father's voice but mockery. Well, he knew very well that he wasn't exactly a sweet and loving son. He was the black sheep of the family, always doing whatever he wanted and causing them disappointment.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Seriously, what do you want?" his father asked.

"Okay, I need your help. And after you help me, I'll do what you want." He looked directly at him.

His mother and father exchanged glances from where they sat together on the sofa. Smiles appeared on their faces.

"What help? Name it."

"I want you to find a woman for me."

"That's easy. I'll call my best secret agent right now." He immediately dialed a number and made the call.

His mother smiled as she listened to the conversation. He waited until his father finished speaking on the phone. When his father turned back to him, he was still smiling.

"The best secret agent will report to your condo tomorrow," his father said.

"Thanks, Dad!" He stood up to leave.

"Don't forget your promise. On Tuesday, I'll introduce you as the company's vice president, so be ready," his father called after him.

His right hand remained tucked inside his pocket while he raised his left hand to signal that he understood and agreed, even though it was against his will.

"When our paths cross again, Miss Yummy, I'll make sure you'll belong to me alone," he whispered as he got into his car.

He had already set aside his pride. He had swallowed his stubbornness and gone to his family for help just to find the woman who had completely captivated him in a single night. Deep inside, he knew it wasn't merely physical desire it was the call of his heart.