C16 A Day With Isla and Seth's Past 4/7

"Ahhh… yes, I am that person I just teleported here because my shift was over."

That makes sense, but how did she change her clothes so fast? I get the feeling she's making fun of me.

"Then your clothes-"

"Awalawalahawawa-More importantly, do you know what 'royal icing' is?"

She cut off my words as I tried to interrogate her. She must be embarrassed by the way she changed her clothes or something, so I'll let her off for now. And I'm also curious about the 'royal icing' ribbon.

"Actually, no."

"Royal icing is a hard white icing, made from softly beaten egg whites, icing sugar, and sometimes lemon or lime juice. It is used to decorate Christmas cakes, wedding cakes, gingerbread houses, cookies and many other cakes and biscuits. It is used either as a covering or in sharp peaks."

"O… Kay?"

I was dumbfounded by her profound, straight off the dictionary answer.

"Do you have something like a death cake?"

"You mean death anniversary cake ma'am?"

"No not like that, he just died today."

Followed by a weird response was another weird response.

"Mom! Dad's not dead!"

Despite not showing it on her face, mom was actually agonizing deep inside because dad's whereabouts are still not confirmed.

"We don't have one right now, but we can make one if you'd like."

"We won't be taking it, so please don't. We'll be going now, I'm sorry about this."

I rejected the counter girl's offer first before mom could make another embarrassing move and pulled her along with me to the exit.

Before we could leave the shop my mom cried and shouted:

"I'll be taking *sob that cake later!"

Dragging her away through the exit, we finally made it to where the scooter was parked.

"Mom please drive carefully-"

I said with a fading tone after turning around to see mom running back inside the bakery shop.

"Mooom!!!"

Growing tired with all the dragging and pulling of mom, I decided to just let her do what she wanted. She's a really troublesome person. She acts normal at home most of the time but goes crazy when she gets out. Sometimes I wonder who's the real parent between us. But I do understand her though, not seeing or hearing from the person you love for five years after going out the walls, just to protect the place we call home is a hard battle.

After waiting for a few minutes, mom finally walked out the shop with a wide smile on her face. On her hand was a tall box which was commonly used as box wrappers for… wine?

"Why did she buy wine!?"

As she walked towards my direction with an annoying grin she said:

"Look Isla! I got it for cheap!"

She showed me the box she was carrying.

*Sigh

"You're hopeless mom, let's just go home now please?"

Mom drove the motorcycle on the way home while I held on to her cheap wine.

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-A few minutes of riding passed, we finally arrived at the back side of the building we were staying at.

Mom parked the scooter around the corner then both of us got off the seats.

I gave the boxed wine to her as we walked idly towards the front entrance, and saw another large crowd of reporters blocking the path outside.

"Mom, are we finally becoming famous or something?"

"My, my, Isla, it looks like my reputation is finally being noticed."

"Reputation? What are talking about-"

I wanted to give a say on her jokes but a reporter interrupted me.

"Excuse me? Are you the people who live on the fourth floor of this building? The Olsen family?"

"Is that them!? The Olsen family? The family one with the missing man, Jimmy Olsen!?"

Wow, mom's reputation is finally being noticed.

"His name is Jimmy Carson! Please don't change our surnames into something from a DC comic character!"

Look who's talking!?

Mom stomped her feet as she shouted those words and waved her wine all over the place while the reporters tried to avoid it.

"Woah, Okay were sorry."

"Wait a second… That stomping, it looks familiar."

Stomping? What do they mean by stomping?

"Isn't that the same person back at the hospital!?"

"Yeah, you're right! It's her! the human monster!"

Ahhh, that's what they meant.

"Don't make her angry! Make way or she'll bury you alive!"

"Hey! My foot!

"Your foot's not gonna survive if you don't move fast!"

The crowd made way for mom as they heard her nickname, 'human monster'.

Mom's are cool.

"Looks like your reputation is finally being noticed, mom."

"Really? Ahehe."

She blushed as she heard me praise her.

Mom's are still gullible.

After all that distraction we asked one of the reporters what's all the commotion in front of our home about.

"There's been a kidnapping inside, Ma'am!"

"Hey, don't shout, we can hear you just fine. Just speak normally, we won't harm you as long as you don't make any mistakes."

"Eek!"

"pfft!"

I hid face with my two hands as the man squeaked in fear while mom talked to him with a half-stiffed expression trying to hold back her laughter.

"I'm sorry *pfft about my daughter's *pfft reactions. Could you please elaborate?"

"uhm… There is a boy being held captive by a teenager, they're at the 3rd floor of this building."

A boy? by a teenager? third floor?

There were only two people with that description in this building.

"Mom, Isn't that Lai and little brother?"

"You know those people?"

"Yes, they are my 11 year old son and the other one is 18 years old, Lai Marcus. Lai is not my biological son, I just treat him like one because the future tells a lot."

With mom's cheezy explanations, the reporter suddenly turned… pale?

"Lai Marcus? That Lai Marcus who was rumored to be serving a renegade angel?!"

"Hey! Even if no one knows how he got his blessing, it's still not good to hear someone close to us being suspected as a servant of a renegade angel!"

Renegade angels are hated by most humans because of their rumored hideous nature. Not much is known about them or if they even exist, no one had actually seen one and lived to tell the tale. They either die or go missing.

"No! That guy definitely prays to them! Back in HQ the guy is famous for being the prime suspect who caused most of the people's death and disappearances. All of the reporters here know him too and will be able to back up my claims! "

"I don't know him though?"

One reporter rejected his claims. The guy look left and right as if he was trying to find a supporter.

*stomp!

Mom stomped his foot to the ground and said:

"Don't you dare bring up false assertions on my sweet handsome neighbor!"

"Mister do you really want to get buried alive?"

My eyes slit narrow as I bluffingly glared at the reporter for his annoying bearing.

Mom took out the wine from the box and threw the box at them. I don't know why she did that exactly but it was really effective as the reporter flinched the moment it hit him.

"No-no! I'm telling you the truth! That guy is dangerous! He sucks the life force out of his victims!"

"It's true! I have photos to prove it!"

"I support that too! That guy is ruthless!"

More and more people started to protest against our Lai.

Another reported added:

"Did you not notice his name? His name is the very word of one of the seven deadly sins written in the holy scriptures!"