Chapter 3 - The Call

"Skandar!!"

“Skandar Alexander Hemingway!! Can you quit 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 just 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, let him write his company file as the name of his biological mother.

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

"What mom? I told you so, I don't want to!" said the son, and he went back to check the 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 her son's attitude was so similar to hers. Why he did not just look like her husband who was known to be nice and friendly. The woman had been biting her red lipstick.

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

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

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

"You can still force her, Skandar, at least in bed." Mother's Hemingway eldest son answered his son's words with a grin. A grin which his son hated so much. What is this!!?

"Mom, you have been crazy!"

Skandar closed the file roughly. The man immediately rose from his chair and approached his mother who was standing in front of his desk. The Hemingway man looked to the ten kinds of wedding invitations that his mother had deliberately carried, then stared at his mother who was still holding on with a grin.

The Hemingway family's eldest son knew why his mom was happy now. Because he had unconsciously picked one of the many sample invitations. The invitation which she was holding was sky blue with many accents of white roses 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 big and confusing wedding.

He just hoped that his family would just have a simple wedding party, even if it was just nonsense. Because of what? His unemployed mother was even 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 is very intent on,

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

And really intend to torture Him!!!

Thus, it was not surprising, if when he did not prepare any invitations to invite his friends on his wedding day, his annoying mom came to his office this early morning with lots of invitations for Skandar to choose.

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

"This is it!" Answered Skandar randomly.

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

“Does mom want to invite your business colleagues tomorrow? Will they not come? What date is it now?" Cyniced Skandar, he looked at his mom, The Hemingway heir wanted to resuscitate her mom if they had short time for inviting guests. From this, Skandar increasingly hoped that no one would come to his wedding.

“Doubting mom huh? You don't know how strong our family name is." Said her mom with 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 with being a paedophile, she will be your wife later. Having a young wife is really nice and carriage able, you know!" Said his mom with her usual devil character.

Skandar Hemingway repeatedly gasped at the words of his mother, he was grateful that he was raised by this woman until now to be 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 handbag, this time the Gucci brand worn by the woman. Then when the last invitation he had put it in his bag. He turned around and followed his son who had arrived at the exit, his son was seen giving a message to his minimally skirted secretary. Mrs. Hemingway rolled his eyes, the Japanese girl was not fired by her son yet apparently.

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

Young master Hemingway had hoped to not take his mother. In a situation alike now, his mom was not a mother who would become more quiet if he was close to her, but instead the opposite of other mothers’ all the normal attitudes. His mom would be very talkative, that's why for the next few days, and he would keep away from his mom first.

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

“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 it was like this at first? Someday if anyone asked how his future wife was alike? Should he ask his mother to be his spokesperson in front of many people?

"Yesterday, mom 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 made that girl afraid of me!!"

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At the Davis Home

Canberra, Australia

The light purple colour 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 of her sister-in-law's room after a little chat 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 that the young girl wouldn't feel overwhelmed by all this.

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

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

The boy was still staring at the white long dress that was being caressed by Anna freakily. Since this afternoon, 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 to 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 with 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 invited by the mother of her future husband, a man named Skandar Alexander Hemingway.

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

"Tell me, how is the uncle?" Now 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 in their class at the morning, the both of them were already excited to tell her in order to refuse her matchmaking. Why after returning to his house, having a little chat with her sister-in-law, and seeing all her wedding supplies, their attitudes were contradictory.

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 am alike ever heard of his name, however where is 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 now.

"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 was strange.

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

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

"This kid...

“The uncle has a sharp gaze. He is so smart, disciplined and cool. He had helped me there. Until now I never thought that someone like that would be matched with 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 cellphone, 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, the mother of the Hemingway man 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 famous Hemingway Heir?"

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

The girl who had rabbit teeth stared confusedly at the expressions of her two friends. They seemed far from forbidding. In fact, they were very encouraging, even they are urging him 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 cellphone to the owner of the cellphone directly. Charisa was very surprised when her cellphone was lying stiffly on her skirt.

"He calls 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 now.

"Hello!!"

------To be continued------