Chapter 21: The Heart Attack

Yong-Sun was leaning on the door frame and listening to the conversation happening inside the kitchen.

Suddenly a voice vibrated in his ears. "What are you doing here?"

Yong-Sun flinched and was about to fall but he regained his balance after stumbling a little. He turned towards the voice. Young-Jae was standing in front of him. Yong-Sun embarrassingly smiled at him.

Young-Jae tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked again with authority, "what are you doing here?"

Yong-Sun stood straight and after regaining his composure replied, "nothing, I am doing nothing."

"Yongsuna!" emphasised Young-Jae and stared directly into Yong-Sun's eyes.

Yong-Sun slumped his shoulders in defeat and asked, "who is she? Why is she so confusing?"

"What is confusing about her?"

"Is she evil or is she good? Is she mean or is she kind? Does she have multiple personality disorder? That's what is confusing."

"Of course, she is evil," replied Young-Jae casually.

"Harabuhji!" exclaimed Yong-Sun.

He shook his head vigorously and faced his palm towards Yong-Sun signalling him to stop talking. "I don't have time to chat right now. And if she is the topic, I never have the time." He looked at Ashma with no expression on his face.

"Come on! I know you like her," stated Yong-Sun.

"Excuse me!" yelled Young-Jae.

"Anyone or anything that challenges you, you like them."

"Shut up," scolded Young-Jae.

"Tell me, it's not true," demanded Yong-Sun.

"You are getting franker day by day."

"You yourself said that we are friends, and I can talk about anything with you, or you said that just because my dad died." Yong-Sun hung his head in disappointment and sadness.

"Really? Really? Emotional blackmail?" Young-Jae loved all his kids. They could ask anything to him, anything from him except when he was angry then only Bong-Cha could handle him. After Seo Yu-Jin died he took special care of Yong-Sun. He treated him like a friend and wanted him to achieve all the heights in his life. He wanted him to marry Bang Young-Mi but he never even looked at her, so he never picked this topic to talk to him. All he wanted was for him to be successful in business, love, and life. He was successful in business and life and love was left to conquer. The only time he heard about him and a girl was when everyone teased Yong-Sun for having a crush on Ashma. "Okay fine, yes, you can talk about anything, any topic, except that girl." While talking about her Young-Jae absentmindedly pointed at her and Ashma noticed that.

"What?" she screamed from the kitchen. She noticed that Young-Jae and that muscle man was standing outside the kitchen. She realised that in her anger she didn't introduce herself to the people present in the house and she had to give them stupid names like 'muscle man' or 'half-brother' or 'the girl who is not Park Bong-Cha'. She was sure of only one name 'old man'. She was never going to call him grandfather.

"What?" Young-Jae replied nonchalantly.

Eun-Kyung tried to stop her from again fighting with him, but she continued, "you pointed at me."

"My house, my finger, I can point at anything I want," replied Young-Jae. For the first time in his life, he replied like a child. Eun-Kyung facepalmed hard.

Ashma crinkled her nose, creased her eyebrows, and shook her head in disbelief. "How old are you? Five?" she questioned.

Again, Ashma hit Young-Jae with her wit and won. All he could reply was, "you… leave it."

She scoffed and again hit him with her words, "I didn't even start it."

Fuming, he turned away from the kitchen and dragged Yong-Sun with him. "See, see, how rude she is. She is evil incarnate."

"Yes, but why is she not rude to gomo? She even calls her Mumma," explained Yong-Sun, confused.

Young-Jae squinted his eyes and kept staring at a blank wall for a few seconds. He then distractedly said, "it seems that those two didn't listen to me and were in contact with that girl and her mother all this time. I will deal with them later."

"What?"

Young-Jae exhaled, looked at Yong-Sun, placed his hand on his shoulder and reassuringly said, "we will talk later. You go to your office; I will go to mine. Let's go." He dragged Yong-Sun towards the door.

Yong-Sun moved outside with Young-Jae, but his mind was still with Ashma. He wanted to know everything about the relationship between Ashma and Eun-Kyung. He regretted not asking for details from Bong-Cha. She must know everything as she was the lead researcher on the topic 'Ashma'.

"Oh, those two are waiting for you. Get into your car," commanded Young-Jae.

He placed his hands in his pocket and hid his true emotions. He casually replied to send Young-Jae away first, "elders first. You leave. We will go after that."

"Good boy," he smiled at Yong-Sun, sat in his car, and went away first.

Before Baek-Hyeon could ask him to sit in the car, he again ran inside. Baek-Hyeon threw his hand in the air in disbelief and pressed the horn of the car. The horn blew hard, but Yong-Sun ignored it and went inside the house. He stood outside the kitchen listening to the conversation between Ashma and Eun-Kyung. All the servants were busy working around them but had a sweet smile on their faces. Even Eun-Kyung was grinning from ear to ear. Only Ashma's face had no expression, but her eyes somehow had a sparkle in them. She was at ease while talking with Eun-Kyung.

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Ashma held Eun-Kyung hands and answered, "I still have that." Yong-Sun was amazed. A few seconds ago, Ashma was flinching at every touch she received from Bong-Cha and Chin-Sun but she herself was touching Eun-Kyung. The secret of their relationship was eating him up. He desperately wanted to know how Ashma knew Eun-Kyung and why she called her, Mumma.

"No, you are lying," asked Eun-Kyung in disbelief.

"No, why would I? I still have that doll. It is one of the dolls that I practised making dresses for. I have all your presents with me in my room. Except for crayons and sketch pens."

"What? Why?" Eun-Kyung sounded disappointed.

"I finished those."

"Ha-ha."

"And all the books you send to me on fashion designing, I used to read them every day. They were a great help in clearing the entrance exam of NIFT."

"I know. I was so proud. I am so proud."

"Ask mom how jealous she was. I used to like your presents better than hers."

"My naughty kid!" Eun-Kyung took her hand in her and squeezed hard.

"It's so nice to meet you. I didn't want to say this in front of her, but your daughter is just like you, so welcoming, so warm-hearted," said Ashma with appreciation.

"And a little naughty like you." Eun-Kyung went ahead and hugged her. Ashma hugged her back.

Eun-Kyung's tease made Ashma laugh out loud. She closed her eyes and with a wide smile on her face kept hugging Eun-Kyung. Her smile made Yong-Sun's heart flutter. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open. Butterflies flew before his eyes. The sparkle in Ashma's eyes grew into a twinkle which made the room brighter.

He placed his hand in his chest and rubbed over it to calm his racing heart.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Again, a voice shouted from behind him.

He clenched his chest and turned behind. Baek-Hyeon was standing in front of him. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to kill me? You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Oh my god, you idiot! This is how you are over your crush. We are sitting in your car waiting for you and here you are mooning over a girl. A girl whom you called words mere minutes ago," scolded Baek-Hyeon.

"I didn't call her words."

"Really?" Baek-Hyeon placed his arms on his waist and continued, "let me remind you, fastidious girl, supercilious, disrespectful. Who called her all that?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's go." He pulled Baek-Hyeon and went outside.

He moved towards his car and sat in the driver's seat. Baek-Hyeon was staring at him continuously. He inserted the key in the ignition and shouted, "not a word. I don't have a crush on her. I am a monk. I don't care about girls."

Both Chin-Sun and Baek-Hyeon started laughing. He again shouted, "shut up!" and started his car.

The whole day Ashma spent with Eun-Kyung telling her everything about her life in India and how she was always a big part of it. First how she used to write her letters and then email her about her life. She told her that not only she has all gifts and presents but she also had her beautiful, encouraging letters with her.

No matter how small things happened in her life, she used to tell Eun-Kyung in letters during her childhood and then changed the means of communication to emails. Eun-Kyung knew about every failure, every achievement of Ashma. Every letter, every photograph, Young-Soo had of her was because of Eun-Kyung.

Everyone was forbidden to contact Vidhi and Ashma, but Eun-Kyung fulfilled her duties as a good friend and wife for Young-Soo and found out everything about his child and was in constant touch with her. Eun-Kyung used to encourage her, scold her for her mistakes, nurture her, suggest her, support her, shower her with gifts. That's why she was her fairy godmother. She herself asked Ashma to call her Mumma and she was happy to call her that.

Spending time with her and the house helps, Ashma had no idea when morning turned into afternoon and afternoon turned into evening. After taking shower and eating food, the presents she ordered for everyone arrived. The living room was filled with the gifts she ordered. Eun-Kyung told her about Man and Seo family.

Ashma was happy that she got extra and generic gifts. It was more than enough for everyone. There were hampers with high-quality silk and satin dress materials. Some hampers had towels and sheets of high-count Egyptian cotton. Then there were bath hampers with organic shampoo, bath bombs, scented candles and much more things. She even ordered the organic food hampers that had high priced meat and vegetables in them.

As soon as evening arrived the members started arriving, first came Man Hae-Won. Her eyes widened after looking at the presents that were placed in the living room. One by one people would come and would be surprised at the number of gifts and hampers kept in the living room. Yong-Sun couldn't keep his eyes off Ashma who had her long hair open and was wearing a lilac floral midi dress.

"What the hell is all this?" shouted Young-Jae from the threshold. He shouted even before entering the house. No one dared answer him. Before Bong-Cha could open her mouth Ashma answered.

"Nothing that you should be concerned about. None of this is for you," stated Ashma staring stoically at Young-Jae. He had no idea how to talk to or respond to this girl.

"Ashu!" rebuked Vidhi who was happy till now that her daughter got everyone a gift even though she wanted nothing to do with them. She came to Korea for Vidhi but was fulfilling her duty as a daughter.

"Ash!" reprimanded Eun-Kyung in a whispering tone.

"What?" snapped Ashma.

Young-Jae squinted his eyes and stared at Ashma with fury. She stared back at him not ready to back down. He shook his head in disbelief and started moving upstairs.

"Huhh…" Vidhi loudly inhaled the next moment and stopped breathing. Everyone looked at her and followed her eyes. She was staring at the door. A handsome man in his fifties with brownish-black hair, high cheekbones and beautiful big monolid eyes was standing at the door. He too was frozen in his position.

Suddenly Vidhi clenched her chest and fell down.

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