To Be or Not To Be A Family - Chapter 75

Eun-Kyung disconnected the phone. She exhaled loudly and looked at everyone. All were standing near her except Young-Jae, he was slightly away from all of them. Though he heard everything.

“What should we do? Should we go home or Seo Mansion?” asked Hae-Won, concerned.

“You all go home, I will go to my house and take care of Ashma,” said Hei-Ran.

“I want to see my child,” cried Vidhi.

“Vidhi! she is fine,” Young-Soo wrapped his arms around her shoulder and consoled her. “Didn’t you hear Yong-Sun, he is taking good care of her? We need to trust him.”

“And I am going to take care of her as soon as I reach home, don’t worry,” assured Hei-Ran.

While everyone was talking, Young-Jae was busy on his phone sending messages after messages.

“Let’s go, everyone,” said Jong-Woo.

Young-Jae looked up from his phone and said, “But we haven’t decided yet.”

Bong-Cha tilted her head, raised one eyebrow and said, “Harabuhji! I don’t like this place, there you go, now it’s decided.”

“Me too, I don’t like this place,” said Chin-Sun. “And paparazzi can enter anytime, the security of this place is a joke.”

“Why everyone is revolting against me?” shouted Young-Jae.

“Because you are acting like a child and not my super mature harabuhji,” Bong-Cha screamed back.

“As if that girl is mature,” contrasted Young-Jae.

“At least she is more mature than you,” scolded Bong-Cha. “And why do you call her that girl, she has a name.”

“A few days ago you called her sonnyuh and now you are calling her that girl,” noticed Baek-Hyeon.

“I knew that was not possible,” said Young-Soo.

“Everyone in the car now, I have to reach and help Yongsuna,” screamed Hei-Ran with authority.

“Oh, right, sorry,” said everyone in unison and went towards the car.

“Wait! the bills?” said Chin-Sun.

“I will handle that, let’s move,” said Jong-Woo.

All sat in their cars and moved towards their respective homes. Vidhi still wanted to go to Seo Mansion but everyone suggested she take care of herself first while Yong-Sun and Hei-Ran would take care of Ashma. Hei-Ran even assured her that she will keep updating her every hour about her condition. She should take care of her broken arm and not worry about Ashma.

While everyone started following Yong-Sun, he kept driving his car and keeping an eye on Ashma. She was sitting next to him moaning and groaning under the influence. She was slowly regaining her consciousness. She kept moving her neck and her hands in all directions and groaning and moaning loudly.

Yong-Sun kept one eye on Ashma and another one on the road. He glanced at her and asked, “Ashma! Are you okay?”

“Uhh…” she groaned.

“Ashma!” He moved her hair from her face while driving the car. But her long hair again fell over her face. He took the hair and tucked it behind her ear.

His touch brought her back to the land of the living. “Umm…” she moaned. “Why… why am I moving?” she asked.

“You are in a car,” answered Yong-Sun.

She groaned again and her jacket fell from her shoulder but it was tightened with a seat belt so it didn’t fall all the way through. Her purple strap was showing. Yong-Sun glanced at her and saw the strap. He immediately pumped the brake and the car came to a screeching halt. He started sweating. He gulped hard.

“You need to wear it and button-up, that is the only way I will be able to concentrate. Your shoulder and collar bone are not letting me concentrate. Urghh…” he shouted.

He parked the car on the roadside and opened his seatbelt. He then got out of the car and reached the passenger side. He opened the door and opened her seat belt. Her jacket fell completely.

“Yooongsuunna!” She said in a sing-song voice, intoxicated. “Dear Yongsuna! Why didn’t you call me?” She hiccuped like a drunk.

“You were busy with your work,” answered Yong-Sun and took off the jacket. He didn’t want to look at her beautiful figure but he had to. It was necessary as he had to get her hands into the jacket. With great difficulty, he pushed her hands in the jacket and made her wear the jacket.

“Not busy for you,” flirted Ashma.

“Then why didn’t you call, I was eagerly waiting for your call,” said Yong-Sun.

But Ashma was not in her right mind to have a proper conversation. “What are you doing? Uhh… it’s hot. Take it off.” The moment he got the jacket on her, she started taking it off.

“No, no, this is to make you feel cold,” fooled Yong-Sun.

“Cold? Then it’s okay,” she tucked the jacket closely.

“Good girl!” exclaimed Yong-Sun.

“No, you are a good girl,” laughed Ashma.

“Okay, thank you,” said Yong-Sun.

“And sexy boy,” Ashma touched his nose with lust.

“What?” Yong-Sun was shocked.

“What?” Ashma let herself fall on the driver’s seat. “No one told you, you are sexy.”

“Great,” he shook his head in disbelief. He pulled her up and made her sit straight. “Thank you for calling me sexy.”

“Tell me, I am hot,” said Ashma. She was completely under the influence of alcohol and kept babbling nonsense.

“Excuse me!”

She grabbed his face by his cheeks and brought him near her face. “Don’t you think I am hot?”

He exhaled and said, “Yes, very hot. You have no idea how hot you are.”

“Ha-ha,” she sniggered. “Good boy. Oh, I am feeling cold, nice ice jacket, sexy.”

“She has lost her mind. It’s a good thing she never drinks,” Yong-Sun shook his head in disbelief and smiled at her stupid innocence. She was saying all the things she wouldn’t dare to say when she would be sober.

After buttoning up her jacket and getting the seat belt in its position, he closed the door and ran up to his seat and started the car again.

“Now, I can drive.”

Before he knew it, Ashma took off her seat belt and sat on the seat by crossing her legs.

“What are you doing?” asked Yong-Sun.

“Meditating,” answered Ashma and closed her eyes.

“You have to wear your seat belt,” said Yong-Sun and looked at her.

“You know nothing about mediation.” She hit his arm slightly. “You are not supposed to restrict yourself. You must be free.”

“Free?” asked Yong-Sun, sceptically.

“Yeah, see I am flying.” She opened her eyes. “Wait! Why there are waves on the road?” she moved forwards and looked closely at the road.

“Waves on the road,” repeated Yong-Sun, with surprise.

“I want to go surfing,” screamed Ashma. She tried opening the door but immediately Yong-Sun activated the child lock. The car chirped and all the doors locked automatically.

“Wear your seat belt,” shouted Yong-Sun.

“You wear your seat belt,” copied Ashma.

“I am wearing my seat belt,” replied Yong-Sun.

“No, you are not,” counterpointed Ashma.

“I am, see this,” he pulled on his seat belt and showed her.

“You are not,” shouted Ashma.

“I am,” Yong-Sun facepalmed, hard.

“I want candy,” she started crying.

“What? What, now?” Yong-Sun was shocked.

“I want candy, hu… hu…” She started throwing her fists at Yong-Sun.

“Oh my god! She had lost her mind. What should I do?” he shouted and punched his steering wheel. A bulb lit over his head and an idea popped into his brain. He jumped to the back seat and took out a long rope from his trunk. He turned back to see Ashma looking directly at him from between the seats. Her legs were on the front seat but her body was between the seats. She had stopped crying and was looking at him blinking continuously.

“I too want the rope,” pouted Ashma.

“Yes, of course, this is for you, give me your hands,” said Yong-Sun, happily.

She moved her hands towards him and he immediately tied them with the rope.

“What? Let me go,” she shouted.

After tying her hands she made her turn back and tied her with the rope to her seat. He tied her securely with the seat, only her legs were free. She tried opening the rope with her teeth but was too intoxicated to do that.

“Uhh.. hu… hu… you are not a good girl, not even sexy. I hate you,” cried Ashma loudly.

“Uh… Thank god! Please just sit in one place. Stop dancing,” said Yong-Sun and rubbed his temple. “Who knew she would be this hard to handle alone?” murmured Yong-Sun.

“I am not dancing, you are dancing,” sulked Ashma.

He smiled at her childish activities. He came back to his seat by jumping back from the back seat and started the car. The whole journey Ashma kept crying loudly and screaming at the top of her lungs. Somehow, he drove the car to the house and stopped the car.

“Let me go, I have to go surfing. I want candy,” she shouted.

“Shut up and I will let you go,” Yong-Sun yelled back.

“Untie me and I will kill you with my thumb,” Ashma shouted again.

“Please for the love of God, keep quiet,” said Yong-Sun, defeated and facepalmed.

“With… my… thumb,” repeated Ashma and sneered at him.

“Okay, I have had enough. Seungie must be arriving. I have to take you inside,” said Yong-Sun. He removed his seat belt and opened the door.

The moment he was about to get off the car, Ashma smiled and asked, “Can I kiss Seungie?”

Yong-Sun instantly closed the door and shouted, “What? No.”

“Why not? I want to kiss someone,” Ashma pouted again.

“She is crazy, God, help me.” Yong-Sun was now dejected.. She was getting too much for him to handle.