Sahoko's Wedding

At six in the morning, Monica was sound asleep, nestled comfortably in Brian's arms. The peaceful morning was disrupted by the persistent ringing of her phone, which eventually roused her from her slumber. Still groggy, she fumbled for the phone and answered it, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hello?" she mumbled, barely awake.

"Monica, I'm outside your condo unit," came the urgent voice on the other end. "Your father is looking for you, and I have thirty minutes to get you to the Sheraton. You've got five minutes to get ready."

Monica's eyes flew open as the urgency of the situation sank in. She quickly disentangled herself from Brian's arms and sprang out of bed, moving with a speed born of necessity. She began dressing in a flurry, her movements quick and purposeful as she tried to beat the clock.

Brian, still half-asleep, watched her with concern etched on his face. "What's going on? Why the rush?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep as he propped himself up on one elbow.

Monica, already pulling on her shoes, paused just long enough to give him a quick kiss. "You don't understand," she explained hurriedly, "my dad is extremely strict about punctuality. I can't afford to be late."

Brian reached out to her, trying to pull her back into bed. "Can't we just take five more minutes?" he pleaded, his tone a mix of frustration and sleepiness.

But Monica shook her head firmly, already halfway out the door. "Those five minutes could mean a lot of scolding from my aunts," she called back, her voice echoing as she hurried down the hallway towards the lobby, leaving Brian to sigh and fall back onto the bed, defeated.

Monica and Kanna arrived at the Sheraton hotel's restaurant in record time, where Karl and Arjan were already seated and enjoying their breakfast. The tension in Monica's shoulders eased slightly as she approached them, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Good morning, Grandpa. Good morning, Uncle Arjan," Monica greeted them, leaning in to give each of them a kiss on the cheek.

Karl looked up from his cup of tea and smiled warmly. "You're here quite early. Have some breakfast first," he suggested, gesturing to the buffet.

Monica nodded and headed to the buffet area without hesitation, her stomach growling in anticipation. Kanna, meanwhile, took a seat with the two elders, feeling the weight of their gazes upon her.

"Kanna, tell me, who did Monica meet last night?" Arjan asked, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp with curiosity.

Kanna hesitated, her throat suddenly dry. "Uncle Arjan?" she stammered, her face paling slightly under the scrutiny.

Karl, who had been munching on a croissant, glanced at Kanna with a playful smirk. "She smells like sweat and shame," he commented dryly.

Kanna sighed, realizing there was no point in hiding the truth. "She was with Brian," she confessed. "She requested it, and I take responsibility for it."

Karl chuckled and leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, I won't do anything. An honest answer makes everything clear," he said, taking another bite of his croissant, seemingly satisfied with her response.

Just then, Takako entered the hotel suite where Karl and Arjan were finishing their breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as she approached the table, her presence immediately lightening the atmosphere.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Takako greeted them with a cheerful tone, her voice laced with amusement.

Karl, who had been sipping his tea, eyed her cautiously, as if bracing himself for some form of mischief. "Good morning, Takako," he replied with a half-smile.

Takako chuckled, her eyes dancing with mischief as she reached out and playfully pinched Karl's cheeks. "Stop pinching my cheeks, Takako," Karl protested, swatting her hand away with a mock scowl, though there was a hint of affection in his voice.

Undeterred, Takako turned her attention to Arjan, who was watching the exchange with a grin. "Ah, the Weedman himself! I thought you'd be busy back at manufacturing Kush by now," she teased, her grin widening.

Arjan chuckled, shaking his head. "Not yet, Takako. I'm taking a break from my 'weed duties' to enjoy a peaceful breakfast," he replied, clearly used to her playful banter.

Takako laughed, taking a seat at the table. "Well, enjoy your break while it lasts, Weedman. Who knows when you'll be back to tending your precious plants?"

As the group continued their lighthearted conversation, the gathering was interrupted by the arrival of another guest: Arra. She approached the table with a warm smile, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"Well, take a look at that, Arra is also here," Arjan remarked, his eyes lighting up as he noticed her.

"Hi everyone," Arra greeted them warmly, her smile bright and welcoming. "It's finally an honor to meet the Grand Doyenne of all socialites in Asia," she said, her gaze directed at Takako.

Karl, never one to miss an opportunity for humor, quipped, "Before you ask who the hell she is, Arra, she is Arianna, Rafael, and Nozomi's mother," a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Arra chuckled at the jest, turning her attention to Takako with genuine interest. "The beauty is obvious," she complimented, extending her hand toward Takako.

Takako graciously accepted the handshake, her smile warm and genuine. "Thank you, Arra. It's a pleasure to finally meet you as well," she replied, exuding grace and hospitality.

Later, Karl and Arjan found themselves in the Sheraton Hotel's presidential suite, where they took a seat on the plush sofa. Nearby, Sahoko was being attended to by her sisters, their quiet conversation filling the room.

"I believe Riho is watching over Sahoko from above with a smile," Arjan remarked, his voice soft and reflective.

Karl, his gaze fixed on a portrait of Riho, replied, "You can interpret it in two ways—if she had taken her medications, she might still be alive. Or perhaps she never took them out of guilt and fear of cheating on me with a photographer."

Arjan's eyes widened in surprise. "She did?" he asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Karl nodded, his expression unreadable. "Nobody knows, not even my kids, but someone told me about that," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of sadness. "I didn't make a fuss about it either."

Arjan stared at his best friend, his mind racing with questions. "I'm tired," Karl said abruptly, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I've done everything—saving Asia's financial system with all the loot we have, becoming president of the Philippines, becoming a Sage. I've raised sixteen wonderful children, but I failed as a husband to Riko and Riho."

Arjan placed a comforting hand on Karl's shoulder. "Just relax," he said softly. "You've done your part. You raised them well."

Karl nodded, though his eyes remained distant, his thoughts lingering on the past as he stared at Riho's portrait, wondering if he had truly done enough.

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The wedding of Sahoko and Yukito was a grand spectacle, befitting the union of the children of two of Asia's most powerful Sages. The event was a dazzling display of elegance and tradition, set against a backdrop of luxury that drew the eyes of the world. Attendees included world leaders, influential politicians, and top-tier businessmen, all gathered to witness this momentous occasion.

The venue itself was a marvel, adorned with intricate decorations that reflected the rich cultural heritage of both families. Traditional Japanese elements blended seamlessly with modern touches, creating an ambiance that was both timeless and contemporary. The ceremony was held in a sprawling garden, with cherry blossoms in full bloom, their petals gently falling like confetti from the heavens.

Sahoko, resplendent in a custom-made kimono with gold embroidery, radiated grace and beauty as she made her way down the aisle. Yukito, equally striking in his formal attire, stood tall and composed, his eyes never leaving his bride. As they exchanged vows, there was a palpable sense of reverence and respect, not just between the couple, but also among the attendees, who understood the significance of this union.

The reception that followed was a lavish affair, with a banquet that featured the finest cuisine from around the world. Each dish was a culinary masterpiece, crafted by renowned chefs to honor the diverse backgrounds of the guests. The entertainment was equally impressive, with performances that ranged from traditional Japanese dance to contemporary music, all orchestrated to celebrate the coming together of two powerful families.

At the presidential table, Karl, Arjan, and Takako sat quietly, their eyes fixed on Sahoko and Yukito as they danced gracefully across the floor, the joy on the newlyweds' faces reflecting the love they shared.

Karl broke the silence with a chuckle. "You're lucky I'm not my brother," he quipped. "He would've officiated the ceremony, and the moment he got hungry, he'd walk right out."

Takako smiled faintly, taking a sip of her champagne. "I didn't expect this to go on for so long," she admitted. "But it's a good thing. It shows how much this moment means to them."

Arjan, leaning back in his chair, nodded thoughtfully. "At least your children are happy," he observed, his gaze following the couple as they twirled under the soft glow of the chandeliers. "There's no greater joy than seeing your kids truly happy, and it's a relief that their 'imbecile parents' didn't stand in the way of their happiness."

Karl's expression softened as he sighed. "I just wish Riho was here to celebrate with them," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Arjan glanced at him with a wry smile. "So, what? You want to join her?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Of course not!" Karl quickly retorted, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Takako set down her glass and looked at Karl with a raised eyebrow. "You've been complaining about being a widower for just a year," she remarked. "Try doing it for fifteen years like I have, without complaining."

Karl grinned, picking up his fork to cut into the roast beef on his plate. "That's because I've been right behind you all along," he said, playfully deflecting her jab as he took a bite.

Arjan shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Enough of this bickering," he declared, raising his glass. "The two of you will meet your end from eating and drinking, not from this argument."

The three of them shared a laugh, the lighthearted moment easing the weight of the conversation. 

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As the night wore on, Karl, Arjan, and Takako strolled down the grand hall of the Sheraton, their steps echoing in the lavishly decorated corridor. The dim lighting and opulent surroundings created an ambiance that was both serene and solemn. Karl's eyes narrowed as he noticed Rafael and Karen engaged in what seemed to be a heated conversation further down the hallway.

"What's your son doing?" Takako asked curiously, her voice tinged with mild amusement as she sipped another glass of champagne.

Karl shrugged, a hint of resignation in his tone. "Breaking up with some trash, I guess," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the scene unfolding before them. The three of them subtly slowed their pace, ears perked as they discreetly eavesdropped on the exchange.

Karen's body was tense, her emotions barely contained, while Rafael maintained a calm, almost detached demeanor, his face betraying little of what he truly felt.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Karen's voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and desperation, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Yes," Rafael responded evenly. "I need to do this for my family, for my father. I know it's difficult, but it's for the good of us both."

Karen's eyes flashed with anger as she straightened, her voice rising in defiance. "Don't you know who my father is? Andre Asnin! He's one of the richest men around! He can destroy you, your family, and the Fontierras!"

From their vantage point, Arjan and Takako exchanged knowing glances, then looked at Karl, waiting for his reaction to Karen's bold threat. Karl smirked, his expression unfazed.

"She doesn't know who Takako Fujimiya is," Karl remarked dryly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Takako rolled her eyes, whispering in exasperation, "Why am I being dragged into this? We're equals."

"But you're crazier than I am," Karl quipped with a smirk, "And richer."

Takako let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at Karl's playful jab.

Meanwhile, back at the tense confrontation, Karen's emotions spilled over as she pounded her fists against Rafael's chest, desperate for answers. Her frustration was palpable, her tears now flowing freely.

"Isn't this because of Kanna Fontierra?" Karen demanded, her voice breaking as she slumped to the floor, her spirit crushed.

Rafael paused for a moment, his expression softening as he looked down at her. "Yes," he admitted quietly, the words heavy with finality. "My heart still belongs to her."

Without another word, Rafael turned and walked away, leaving Karen on the floor, her sobs echoing in the empty hallway. As he approached his father, Arjan, and Takako, he straightened his posture, trying to shake off the weight of the conversation.

As Rafael walked away from his father, Karl watched him with a complex mix of emotions—pride, concern, and a touch of melancholy. He knew his son had just made a difficult decision, one that would have significant repercussions. Karl rejoined Takako and Arjan, his steps heavy with the weight of his thoughts.

The trio observed Rafael and Kanna from a distance, their figures framed by the soft glow of the parking lot lights. Takako, always keen to add her perspective, couldn't help but comment. "How romantic," she remarked, though her voice carried an undertone of apprehension. She sipped her champagne slowly, her eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge the situation.

Rafael stood before Kanna, his posture firm and resolute. He gently took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gesture of both comfort and commitment. His eyes met hers, unwavering and full of sincerity. "I broke up with Karen," he said, his voice steady yet laden with the gravity of his actions. "I did it for you."

Kanna's eyes widened slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. Though touched by his words, she couldn't hide the anxiety that bubbled to the surface. Her free hand instinctively moved to her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart. "But... what about your father? And Karen... she won't just let this go," she replied, her voice tinged with fear.

Rafael sighed deeply, his expression a mix of resolve and weariness. He gently squeezed Kanna's hand, bringing it up to his lips where he placed a tender kiss. His eyes never left hers as he spoke, his voice calm but firm. "I'm ready to face whatever comes, whether it's from my father, Karen, or anyone else."

As he leaned in to kiss Kanna, the three onlookers—Karl, Takako, and Arjan—watched intently. Rafael's gesture was not just one of affection but of determination, a silent declaration that he was willing to stand by Kanna no matter the cost. Karl's expression hardened as he saw this side of his son, a side driven by both love and an unyielding resolve.

Feeling a sudden unease, Karl began to walk away, his usual confidence shaken. Arjan noticed and called out, "Where are you going?"

Karl paused mid-step, his hand resting on the doorframe as he turned slightly to address his friends. His voice, usually so calm and commanding, held an uncharacteristic edge of concern. "Andre Asnin, anyone?" he asked, almost as if the name alone could summon the man's presence.

Takako raised an eyebrow, her expression one of mild surprise. "I thought you weren't afraid of him?" she said, tilting her head slightly as she observed Karl's unsteady demeanor.

Karl turned fully to face them, his eyes narrowing with a seriousness that made both Takako and Arjan straighten up. "I'm not afraid. But they are," he said, gesturing back toward Rafael and Kanna, who were still lost in their moment. "You don't know what that man is capable of," Karl added, his voice a low, foreboding murmur that seemed to hang in the air.

As he walked away, his shoulders were tense, and his steps were heavy with the weight of what might come. Takako and Arjan exchanged glances, their previous lightheartedness now replaced with a shared understanding of the gravity of the situation. 

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