Chapter 20: The Score

A single tear fell from Bong-Cha's eyes. Her cute face turned red. She looked at Ashma with puppy eyes. Bong-Cha's face and her touch calmed Ashma down. The sweet girl had a strange effect on her. Even though the girl annoyed her she wanted to listen to her. She didn't want to watch her cry. The kind Ashma overtook the angry Ashma.

Ashma groaned, rolled her eyes and announced, "enough with your googly eyes. Ahh.. fine. I will stay." Bong-Cha's sadness changed into happiness. She started jumping with excitement with Ashma's hands still in her hand.

"What?" shouted Young-Jae. Bong-Cha stopped jumping. Her excitement and happiness changed into annoyance.

"Harabuhji!" scolded Bong-Cha.

"Fine, I won't say a word. Do as you please. I have to change my suit which this girl destroyed and leave for office at once. For the first time in my life, I am late for work," said Young-Jae.

Ashma scoffed and answered, "be happy, old man, it happened because of my mom. If I would have done it you would be completely drenched in coffee right now. Your white suit would have turned brown."

"You!!" yelled Young-Jae. He had no other word to say to Ashma who was staring at him without remorse or any sign of fear.

Bong-Cha started pushing him towards his room. "Let's go, harabuhji!" She dragged him away from Ashma. Ashma raised one eyebrow and smirked at him. The score was Ashma 2, Young-Jae 0.

He was furious with himself. No one ever defeated him all his life. He was the winner no matter what happened, but this new girl rendered him speechless every single time. He hated the girl from India before and after meeting her, talking with her his hatred increased. The only good quality in her was that she always protected her mother, she always stood up for her. There was no other redeeming quality in her.

He was furious that the girl who made him late for the first time in his life will stay in his house without his consent. He wanted her out of his house. Suddenly an idea popped into his mind.

Bong-Cha was helping him find a suit when he asked her, "Sonnyuh! Get me a glass of water."

"Yes, sir," said Bong-Cha happily and saluted him playfully.

Young-Jae smiled at her and she went away. The moment she exited, he took out his phone and instantly called Pan Jung.

"Hello, sir." Jung's voice streamed out of the phone.

"Pang-ssi, I have an important job for you," said Young-Jae with a sinister smile on his face.

"Anything, sir," replied Pan Jung.

Young-Jae gave him instructions and before Bong-Cha came back, he disconnected the call. A mischievous smile was playing on his face.

"Why do you look so happy?" asked Bong-Cha while handing him a glass of water. "And you haven't even changed? Here! Wear this suit." She handed him a grey three-piece suit.

"Happy? No, I am not happy, I am angry. And I have not changed as I was thinking about the mistake you are making," replied Young-Jae with a disappointed face.

"What mistake?"

"Inviting a stranger into our home. What if she is a thief, a robber?"

She raised her eyebrow and mockingly said, "really! A world-famous designer is a robber? Rich people are not thieves, they are kleptomaniacs. And she is not a stranger, Harabuhji. You need to give her a chance."

"I will try," he said indifferently.

"Wow! Such high spirit!" she exclaimed. "And that was not your angry face."

"Excuse me!" Young-Jae was confused.

"The expression you had when I came in, was not your angry face," explained Bong-Cha.

"It was not my happy face either," Young-Jae pointed out.

"True. That was your winning face. Whenever you complete a deal or win a tender or defeat a rival, you make that face." Her answer made Young-Jae smile brighter.

"How do you know what faces I make?" he lovingly pinched her cheeks.

"Because you are my favourite and I am your favourite." She put her arms across his shoulder and kissed him on his cheek.

"You are so right. Then do something for me." He looked into her eyes.

"What?" she asked sceptically.

"Send her back," blurted out Young-Jae without any second thought.

"So you are breaking your promise?" after hearing his words she removed her hands from his shoulders and stood before him, disappointed.

"She is not a good girl. Did you listen to the way she talked to every one of us?" inquired Young-Jae.

"Harabuhji! I gave her the shock of her life. What will you do? Suddenly one day a girl calls you and tells you about your family, your other family and tells you that your father is alive, how will you react?"

"Not like her." Young-Jae was still not convinced. His hatred was not something one could wash away in one day. He had a deep reason to hate her.

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"She is in shock. She needs time. She thinks you are the villain of her story. You need to show her that it's not true. You are the best person in the whole wide world." She hugged her grandfather dearly.

"Sorry dear, it was your choice to get her here. You can cure her of her anger and shock but don't expect me to do anything about it." He patted her back and spoke stoically.

"Then promise me she will stay here as long as I want, no, as long as she wants. I cannot force her to stay and you cannot force her to leave." She presented her hand forward to make a deal with her grandfather.

"Fine, she can stay as long as she wants." He shook her hand.

"I love you, harabuhji." She hugged him again.

"My sweet, Sonnyuh. Now leave I have to change. We will talk later, I am getting late."

"Yes, boss." She gave him a flying kiss and left the room.

Meanwhile in the living room,

"Pyo-ssi! Please come here," requested Eun-Kyung. After hearing all the screaming and yelling all the servants were standing at the kitchen's entrance. Immediately, Pyo In-Ho appeared. He bowed down to everyone. Eun-Kyung on seeing him, ordered, "ask someone to bring their luggage and keep that in the guest room. Come on you two, I will show you your room."

Eun-Kyung started moving upstairs. The guest room was on after two doors from Young-Jae's room. Vidhi and Ashma followed her. The moment they climbed the stairs, Bong-Cha appeared out of Young-Jae's room. She smiled at Ashma and she too followed her mother towards the guest room.

As soon as they exit, everyone started calling their family. Chin-sun called her parents and Yong-Sun called his mother. They informed them of Ashma's arrival. After calling all three looked at each other.

"I don't like her," suddenly Baek-Hyeon blurted out.

"Me too," nodded Chin-Sun.

"Me too," concurred Yong-Sun too.

"What? What about your crush?" asked Baek-Hyeon.

"Enough talk about my crush. She is so disrespectful. The way she talked to everyone was as if she is the queen of England. So supercilious, so fastidious. And to think that I wanted to work with her."

"Yeah, she was talking to bongie as if she was doing her a favour," said Baek-Hyeon.

"And the way she talked about our marriage," Chin-Sun rolled her eyes.

"We wasted our morning thinking that we will enjoy her company. Let's go to the office, guys," announced Yong-Sun.

"Yeah. Let's move," said Chin-Sun.

"Wait! I need to relieve myself." Yong-Sun gestured his little finger towards them. He threw his car keys towards Baek-Hyeon and said, "wait for me in the car." He ran to Baek-Hyeon's room and went to the washroom. He was coming back from the room when he saw Ashma going inside the kitchen. After a few seconds, Eun-Kyung followed her in the kitchen. Vidhi and Bong-Cha were nowhere to be found. Maybe they were in the guest room.

He didn't want to follow Ashma but as if she tucked his heartstrings, his heart followed her. He wanted to get close to her but all the other people were near her. He just wanted to formally introduce himself but had no idea why.

"Hello! I don't know if you can understand English. I just wanted to say thank you." Ashma bowed down to all the servants.

Immediately, Eun-Kyung came to her rescue. "Only Pyo-ssi understands a little English. Let me translate it for you." She humbly translated and thanked all the servants on Ashma's behalf.

Yong-Sun stood shocked. The girl who was screaming at everyone a few moments ago was thanking and bowing down to house help. She had a few white envelopes in her hands.

"It's a tradition to never go empty-handed when you visit anyone's house. I didn't know what you guys like, so here is something. Hope you will like it." She bowed down and presented the gits to everyone.

Everyone hesitated but Ashma immediately turned towards Eun-Kyung who signalled all to accept. They humbly took the gifts from her hand. One girl wanted to open it, but In-Ho stopped her.

"No, please open it." Ashma smiled at the girl. She opened the envelope and a metal chain dropped out of it. The girl's eyes widened and she stared at it with shock. It was a sterling silver charm bracelet. Men opened it, it was a sterling silver Men's Bracelet with emerald studded on it.

Yong-Sun's mouth opened with awe. He immediately recognised the bracelets. It was from her last summer collection of accessories. It even appeared in a movie. It sold like hot cake last year and she brought those expensive items for servants. Wait! How did she know how many servants were working in the household? Well, one thing was sure the persona she showed everyone was not her true self. One who talks politely with people beneath them can never be rude.

Or maybe the persona she was showing in the kitchen was fake and the rude and arrogant persona was real. Every gesture and every word out of her mouth was making him more confused.

"Mumma, I didn't have the time to get gifts for all of you so I have ordered something online. Please inform me when they arrive," said Ashma to Eun-Kyung.

"Why does she call her Mumma?" thought Yong-Sun.

Eun-Kyung went ahead and hugged her dearly. "So long I have waited for you to call me Mumma." Tears streamed down her red cheeks.

Her hug melted Ashma completely and she too started crying. She tried hard to control herself but tears flooded down her stoic face. "I dreamed of meeting you one day, my fairy godmother."

"Fairy godmother!" mouthed Yong-Sun while standing outside the kitchen and listening in on the conversation. The talk was making him more confused. "What is the relationship between two? Does gomo know her before anyone knew her? She also listens to her every time. She is polite to her, kind to servants but an ass to everyone else. Ohh… it's so confusing. Who is she? What is her true nature? Is my crush on Designer Ashma or just Ashma? Do I still have a crush on her? Wait a minute! She just gave some gifts to them, how does that prove that she is kind. Maybe she is showing off her wealth. But Gomo looks like she loves her and she is an excellent judge of character."

"What are you doing here?" a voice screamed behind him.

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