Chapter 4 : Expect the unexpected

" My son! I'm glad that you're here ! "

Mister Larson said, merrily.

" Well...that's one of my house dad! Anyway , you didn't answer my question . And ,why is everyone looking busy? "

"Because today will be a great day! Your day, my son! "

"Wai..wait..what? My day? Hahaha! Are you going crazy ? "

"I'll ask your personal assistant to bring that famous designer from London here . He can use one of my private jet."

"Father! "

"What? "

"What's all this fuss? Wait... i haven't even agreed to what you told me ..."

"I know that you will! I know that you won't decieve your father ,and you won't even refuse doing your father's last wish ! "

"I don't want to! It's too soon! Tomorrow?! Dad ,do you know that i'm a really busy businessman?! If i'm a multi billionaire right now ,it's because i work a lot ! I have a lot of important meetings tomorrow, and i shouldn't even be here ! "

"Then postpone them! "

"Haaa! Sounds easier when we say this , bit harder to do it ! You've been a great businessman ,i know that you understand , right? "

" My son. When your mom ,well may her soul rest in peace...well, when your mom and i got married , we didn't bother about those things ! Our wedding day was more important! And i told her that...Business day can happen daily , but wedding day happens only once in a man's life, when he's really in love with his lady . It's unique for him, and for her as well.  I mean ,that was a kind of promise to her. I was meaning that i won't ever find someone else like her! "

"That's different! Now , you're forcing me to marry someone i don't even know ! A stranger ,dad! A complete stranger ! There's no love , it's only a wedding-by-benefit! I won't ever accept that.  Hey you! (Shouting to the personnel) Clean all this mess! There won't be any wedding at all! ( looking at his dad)

Am i clear? I'm going to the office now! "

" My son! If you leave now , i promise you...no..no...worst than that...well i swear to you ,that i'm going to renounce you as my son , and also ,that i will die out of sadness! "

"Wow! Now my dad is threatening me too ,huh? What's going on dad? Why are you acting like this ? Have those people blackmailed you that much ,huh? Come on ,tell me, how much money do they want? Huh? "

"There's no such thing ! It's my last wish ! Don't you understand this? In what language should i tell you that this is my fucking last wish ,huh? I'm going to die soon , can't i just rest in peace? Huh?"

"Stop dad, stop ! You always find a way to blackmail me emotionally ; always reminding me that you'll die soon so that i feel guilty and do whatever you want! Enough, okay ! Enough! We're both grown-ups ! My decision is irrevocable ! I'm going now ! "

Larry rushed to the stairs ,and while his dad was trying to catch him , he fell to the ground.

"La...Larry...don't do that to me please ...i'm begging you.... aaaaaaaah! I'm...i'm not feeling well...ahhhh....help me Larry!"

He pressed his palm tightly against his chest ,as if he was suffocating.

"Ha...stop this dad! This is not funny! Get up now , i won't change my decision, so stop with your little game! "

"I'm not...i'm...."

He then collapsed. Larry looked at him ,with a frown  ,as if he was waiting for him to get up and stop with this charade...but he didn't

"Dad ! Let's stop this now ! Dad? "

Seeing that scene , a maid suddenly rushed towards Mister Larson , screaming hysterically, and giving him tiny slaps on his cheek to wake him up.

"Mis..Mister Larson? MISTER LARSON? Wake up Mister Larson! Parker, please call an ambulance ! " , she screamed her lungs out.

Larry was puzzled . He didn't know wether he should believe that his dad did actually fall sick, or if this was only a setup.

" Wait, what are you talking about? He's okay! We were talking a few seconds earlier , and he just collapsed ,like that ,when we were talking about something serious ! I'm sure that i'm being framed ! I'm going now ! When he wakes up, just tell him that i won't reverse my decision! "

" What? What are you talking about? Appologies Mister Larson Junior , but how could you be so mean? This poor man is dying! Look , he got feeble pulse! If the ambulance doesn't come early he might die here! "

Larry Larson threw the documents that he was carrying ,on the floor , and rushed to his father. He checked his pulse , and also tried to wake him up with tiny slaps on his cheek.

"Dad! Dad please wake up! Please open your eyes ! (Shouting) WHERE IS THAT FUCKING AMBULANCE?!? Dad please, don't leave me ! Hold on! Do you hear me? Hold on! "