BRIEF STORY OF REALITY FROM THE PAST (b)

Until finally a ringing of Jilly's phone was heard making the man immediately take it out of his pants pocket and looked at it.

A smile was plastered on the man's face, then he lifted his head and said, "Wait a minute, yes, I'll take my call first."

Ametsa nodded her head for the man to do it.

"Hey, Honey. What's wrong?" he asked.

"Dad, Zayn wants to see you, he's tired of playing alone."

Jilly who heard it immediately chuckled, while Ametsa who knew this immediately widened her eyes.

"Blame yourself, why don't you want to come with me to the Cafe, huh?"

"Because I thought you weren't there to relax, but to do work. So I don't want to bother you, Honey."

"Alright, if you want to come here, I'll pick you up right now."

"No need, Honey. I'm fine," she said.

"Not you, but my son, Honey. If it's you, I don't care."

"Tch, that sucks," said the woman which made Jilly chuckle.