Das was sitting on the sofa, glancing around. He looked nervous.
He took out his phone and pretended to be busy with sothing. He could feel soone watching him.
It was Elena's father, Lucas. He was sitting on the sofa in front of Das and glaring at Das.
'Why is he looking at like that?' This would be Das' 4th visit to Elena's house, and he had t Elena's parents all the ti.
"Hey, you," Lucas called out.
Das looked at Lucas and gulped down. "Yes?"
"You kind of piss off for so reason."
"..."
'You are pissing off too.'
"Do you know, we had a eting today, but I lied to my wife and stayed ho." He glared at Das and asked, "Do you know why?"
"Because I was coming here?"
"Exactly," He got up and walked into the kitchen. "There was no way I am letting so boy co over when my daughter is alone at my house."
"But I am the son of your friends."
"Listen, kid; I am no friends with that barbaric mother of yours."
Das clenched his fist as he held back. "You are friends with my father, though."
"I ended our friendship when he decided to go out with that barbarian."
"Sir, even if you are Elena's father or my parent's friend, I won't overlook if you insult my mother in front of ."
"See? This is what I was talking about." Lucas opened the refrigerator as his voice tone changed, "You are short-tempered, just like her."
"..."
Lucas took out two bottles and walked back to the living room.
"You see, the first thing to be a successful human is to be calm."
"Then would you stay calm if I insult soone you loved?"
"Watch what you say, kid. There are things you shouldn't do and shouldn't say."
"Sir, I understand what you are trying to say, but I am not trying to be soone successful or soone who wants fa. Honestly, I don't care about this world. I only care about my family."
Lucas tossed one bottle at Das, "Everyone thinks the sa."
Das caught the bottle and said, "Then I don't understand what you are trying to do here."
"I know your parents more than you do."
"I can't refute that."
Luka took a sip before muttering, "You don't even know anything about yourself."
"Did you say sothing?"
"Everyone has a family, and everyone cares about them."
"Yeah, so?"
Lucas raised his hand and pointed his finger at the bottle Das was holding, "You should drink it. I heard mango juice is your favorite."
"..."
'How does he know that?' Luka started wondering.
"Your face is saying, 'How does he know that?', Is that what you are thinking?"
Das opened the bottle and took a large sip.
"Be careful, or you might choke," Lucas comnted.
Das ignored Lucas' comnt and kept drinking.
"What's going on here?" Rebecca entered the room.
"Where is Elena?" Lucas questioned.
"She should be done with her bath."
"Anyway," Rebecca stood between Das and Lucas, then looked at Lucas, "You didn't say anything weird to him, did you?"
"I just praised his mother, nothing else."
"Lucas, how many tis do I have to tell you to forget about that."
"I can't forget it; even if years have passed, I can't forget it."
Das drank the entire bottle, then took a deep breath.
"Are you okay, Das?" Rebecca asked.
Das nodded and looked at Lucas, then at Rebecca. "Can you tell why does he hate my mother?"
"It's nothing big. You see, they used to prank each other, and one of Lucas' pranks went too far; your mother got angry and did sothing unspeakable to Lucas, and ever since then, he is like that."
'Sothing unspeakable?! What the hell did you do, mom?' Das started sweating. 'Mom is terrifying when he is angry. Even I make sure not to piss her off.'
Das gulped down and opened his mouth to say, "What did mom do?"
"She--"
"Becca!" Lucas stopped her.
"Fine, fine. I won't tell." Rebecca left the room, but stopped at the doorway, then looked at Lucas, "By the way, I got a call just now."
Hearing that, Lucas started sweating crazily as he averted his eyes and made sure not to make eye contact with Rebecca.
"They were asking why we didn't co today." She squinted her eyes and said, "Mind telling what's going on?"
"He said he lied to you about the eting because he didn't want to leave Elena alone with in this house," Das told her everything.
"You bastard!" Lucas scread at Luka on the top of his lungs.
Rebecca sighed and walked back into the living room. "I know it would be sothing like that."
"I can't leave Elena alone with so boy!" Lucas retorted.
"I won't either." She looked at Das, then grabbed Lucas. "But he is the son of Angela. I trust him. He won't do anything weird to Elena."
"It's because he is her son!"
"Just stop it already. You are making embarrassed in front of him." She dragged Lucas out of the room.
"We are getting ready to attend the eting. Please wait for Elena here." Rebecca said as they left the room.
Das nodded and sat on the sofa.
'Her mother is so nice, and her father is...no, Das.' Das shook his head. 'Even if he is, you can't think that. He is Elena's father and your parent's friend. You have to respect him.'
"But he insulted mom."
'Dammit!' Das was lost and confused.
He closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest. 'This house slls like Elena, and her room is like heaven.'
He then rembered Elena's body, her white skin, and cleavage. 'What's wrong with ? Why does this keep flashing in my mind?'
'Sure, I watch tutorial videos to gain so knowledge about these types of stuff, but why do I keep thinking about Elena?'
'I have noticed that my gaze keeps moving at Elena's breast and legs whenever I talk to her. Isn't this bad?'
His feelings and emotions were all over the place. He was feeling pleasure as well as guilt, but it was hard to call it a guilty pleasure.
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