Chapter 3 - The Call

"Skandar!!"

“Skandar Alexander Hemingway!! Can you quit from your job and listen to mom now!!?”

Mrs. Hemingway shouted to her son whom had been ignoring her. Mrs. Hemingway was very upset when she saw that her son cared more about their company files than her, she was his own biological mother. Just watch out if her son wrote his name as the woman who gave birth to him, she would let him write his company file as the name of his biological mother.

"SKANDAR HEMINGWAY!!!!" The woman shouted very loudly

"What are you talking about, mom? I told you so, I didn’t want to!" Said the son, and he went back to check his file again.

“You like it or not, you have to invite them. They're our family business colleagues, Skandar Hemingway!” Narcissa almost bulged her eyes, why was her son's attitude so similar to hers? Why did his son not look like her husband who was known to be nice and friendly? The woman had been biting her red lipstick lip.

"If you allow Charisa to not invite many people, why doesn't the rule apply to me?"

"It's different, Charisa is still young, Skandar, she can't be forced and roughed." Skandar’s mom said casually.

"And I'm the only one whom can be forced into this matter, huh? So mom?" Skandar asked annoyed.

"You can still force her, Skandar, at least on your bed." Narcissa answered his son's words with a grin. A grin was hated by his son so much. What is this!!? His mom’s mind was so dirty.

"Mom, you have been crazy!"

Skandar closed the file roughly. He ignored his mommy. The man immediately rose from his chair and approached his mother, she was standing in front of his desk. The Hemingway man looked to the ten kinds of wedding invitations, it had been brought by his mother deliberately. Skandar stared to his mother whom was still holding on the grin.

The Hemingway family's eldest son knew why his mom was happy at the time. Because he had unconsciously picked one of the sample invitations. The invitation which he was holding was in sky blue with many white roses’ accents on the edges. After his family had gathered with Davis family yesterday, Skandar had already said that he approved the arranged marriage, he had also agreed the date set by his family, which was one week after that day. But remember, he just said ‘yes’, he didn't want to spend his time for preparing a lavish and confusing wedding.

He hoped that his family would have a simple wedding party, however it was just nonsense. Because of what? His unemployed mother was so happy to prepare everything. EVERYTHING!!! Even small things were like the first night dress for Charisa had already been bought by his mom.

Her mother was very intent on,

Intend to be a future mother-in-law!!!

And she was really intend to torture him!!!

Thus, it was not surprising, meanwhile he did not prepare any invitations to invite his friends on his wedding day, and his annoying mom came to his office this early morning, she asked for Skandar to choose those invitations.

"Do you like this invitation design, dear? Would you like to add something?" Asked his mom, she revived him.

"This is it!" Answered Skandar randomly.

The man put back the thick sky-blue invitation, a pair of white rose petals in the middle of the invitation opened, and a very elegant bride and groom cartoon appeared from within. The bride's dress cartoon was dangling down. Beautiful, so Skandar murmured.

“Does mom want to invite your business colleagues tomorrow? They will not come. What date is it now?" asked Skandar, he looked at his mom. The Hemingway heir wanted to resuscitate her mom if they had short time for inviting guests. Skandar’s wish arose fast, no one would come to his wedding.

“Are you doubting mom, huh? You don't know how strong our family name is." Said her mom by a defiant style.

"Whatever mom, whatever!!" Young master Hemingway's face was irritated. "Aishh, my friends would laugh at me being a paedophile now."

“What's wrong being a paedophile, she will be your wife later. Having a young wife is really nice and tasty, you know!" Said his mom by her usual devil character.

Skandar Hemingway repeatedly gasped to his mother’s statement, he was grateful that he was raised by his mom until at the time and he was not as insane as her. At least both, Nancy and himself preferred being alike their daddy.

“Please, watch your words later! I will not defend mom in front of Charisa if the girl thinks her husband's mother is crazy tomorrow!" Said Skandar full emphasis, he was already going out of his office room. He would leave his mom in his office on purpose.

"Charisa will never have bad attitude like you, naughty son!"

Skandar’s mom then put all the sample invitations into her hand bag, the Gucci brand worn by the woman at the time. Then, when she had finished to put her son’s invitation wedding into his bag. She turned around and followed his son who had arrived in front of door, his son was seen giving an instruction to his minimally skirted secretary. Mrs. Hemingway rolled his eyes, the Japanese girl had not been fired by her son yet apparently.

"Does mom want me to take you home?" Bargained Skandar.

Young master Hemingway had hoped not to take his mother. In a situation alike now, his mom was not a mother who would become quieter if he was close to her, but instead his mom would do abnormal attitudes. His mom would be very talkative, that was why for the next few days, and he would keep away from his mom first.

“I forgot, have you come here by a driver? So I don't have to take you home." asked Skandar, he pretended to regret something.

“You just take mom. Let our driver go home first!"

"What!?" Skandar might have heard wrong earlier, young master Hemingway immediately turned to look at his mother.

“Mom has to make sure you fitting your wedding suit at my favourite boutique. Charisa had been there. Today is your schedule, Skandar!"

"When did you meet the girl?" Skandar replied.

The man's face seemed to have been slapped by his mother, why was it as his mom who had the access anywhere? Since their family meeting a few days ago, Skandar had never seen his future wife again. The Davis girl didn't even pick up the phone. What kind of household would happen between the two of them if they had been alike this at first? If anyone asked how his future wife was alike someday? Should he ask his mother to be his spokesperson in front of many people?

"Yesterday, mom had told our driver to kidnap her when Charisa went home after her school." Answered her mom innocently.

“What a hell! Oh my god!" Skandar immediately patted his forehead." Mom had made the girl afraid of me!!"

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At the Davis Home

Canberra, Australia

The light purple bedroom sounded a little rowdy than usual day. The Davis family's house this afternoon had the arrival of their sister's schoolmate. Amanda just smiled at the chatter of her sister-in-law's friends. The woman in her early thirties immediately came out from her sister-in-law's room, she had talked and brought them some snacks and cold drinks. Amanda knew that perhaps by her friends’ arrival, Charisa’s pressure did not show up for the next few days, so the young girl wouldn't feel overwhelmed by all this.

"This is so beautiful, Charisa!" Praise Anna.

"So it’s right, you're going to get married!?" Shouted a teenage boy by a little Osaka accent, Suzuki Yuta.

The boy was still staring to the white long dress that was being caressed by Anna freakily. Since Anna and Yuta were told by Charisa if she was going to get married, they followed their friend immediately till her house. They had to get an exclusive interview.

"Yes, you've already asked me for twelve times." Charisa frowned to Yuta's repeated questions impatiently.

"I thought that there would not want you." Yuta said, the boy was sitting on Charisa's study chair.

The boy who had a Japanese father did not think that there was normal man over there who wanted his super lazy friend, and to know that Charisa would marry first, it made him even more distrustful. They had not even graduated from high school yet.

Anna then climbed onto Charisa's bed, and she found the young girl sleeping on her back. Charisa was watching the ceiling of her room by a blank look. The girl turned to him, her gaze met with the long white dress that was being carried by Anna, the wedding gown which she chose yesterday when she was invited by her future husband’s mom, a man named Skandar Alexander Hemingway.

"Your wedding dress and shoes are beautiful too, Charisa." said Anna again. "You haven't told me, how will your future husband look like?"

"Tell me, how is the uncle?" at the time, it was Yuta who sounded interested.

Charisa furrowed her brows to her two friends. The young girl was amazed on their response. When they were at their class at the morning, the both of them told her to refuse her matchmaking cheerfully. After returning to her house, having a little chat with her sister-in-law, and seeing all her wedding supplies, their attitudes were contradictory, why did they change their mind?

Charisa woke up from her bed, the girl sat on the soft mattress. Yuta had also sat beside Anna, the man had not taken off his socks. Charisa snorted a little, then she remembered, she was also lazy to take off her socks, right?

"His name is Skandar Alexander Hemingway." Charisa started her story.

"I ever heard of his name probably, however where was it?" Yuta said while he was remembering. Anna rolled her eyes, she told to Charisa for continuing her story.

"My brother said, he is twenty-eight years old this year. It seemed, his family also told him to get married, because at first time, he also objected, although in the end, the uncle accepted it." Charisa remembered their meeting on that day. The meeting was at the Hemingway house.

"He is still young enough. Why do you call him uncle, Charisa?" Anna asked at the time.

"What should I call him then?" Charisa asked innocently.

"Of course, Charisa calls the man uncle, the three of us are still seventeen years old." Yuta intervened at Anna's question, which he thought that it was strange.

“It’s stupid mind!! In our country, generally adult men marry over thirty years old. My mom's cousin got married yesterday at thirty-five years old." Anna did not accept that her question was considered unfounded

“Is he handsome, Charisa? Is the young master kind-hearted? "

"This kid... Which young master have she said?" Yuta hissed softly on Anna's question.

“The uncle has a sharp gaze. He is so smart, disciplined and cool. He had helped me there. Until now I never thought that the man would be matched with me. His characters are so opposite of me. Where did my father meet him at first time, Anna?"

Charisa kept on babbling herself blankly, she was looking at her curtains blown by the summer breeze. The girl didn't know that her two friends were looking at each other, even Anna gave her a big grin. Anna saw Charisa whom was taking her cell phone. She was touching it several times, and giving it to Anna. Yuta took a peek at the rectangular object.

"That's the uncle's photo." Charisa said softly.

The girl showed a photo of an adult man who stood and looked very handsome, the man was wearing his black suit. The photo was a photo sent by her future mother-in-law yesterday, Mrs. Hemingway said that probably Charisa missed her future husband so she sent his photo.

"It is lie!" said Anna then.

“Marry him, Char! Why do you not tell if he is Skandar Alexander Hemingway? He is very famous Hemingway Heir!"

"What happened on you, guys?" Charisa asked a little scared.

The girl who had rabbit teeth stared confusedly at her two friends’s expressions. They seemed far from forbidding. In fact, they were very encouraging, even they were urging her to fall into the arms belonged to a man named Skandar Hemingway.

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"Hey... Charisa, young master Hemingway is calling you!" Yuta shouted, he threw Charisa's cell phone to its owner. Charisa was very surprised when her cell phone was lying stiffly on her skirt.

"Does he call me!?" The girl whispered in panic to her friends. "H- How is this?"

"Pick up the phone!" Anna said in sign language, Charisa felt her throat hurt at the time.

"Hello!!"