12:41 A.M.
It was already so late? Sure, she was tired, but she wasn't expecting to sleep the whole day away. Oh, well, meeting Olivia (-cough-the whore-cough-) would have to wait. She sat up and stretched.
Looking at her black cell phone, it flashed it's red light.
She picked it up:
12 missed Messages.
14 Text
messages
22 Missed callsWow. A part of the calls was
from her mom, and then Kiesho, then William, and them Mr. Spencer,
her boss. The text messages were from Emily and Theo, her friends
stuck in college. The messages were a few from the same people. Aww,
she was flattered to see they cared.
She didn't care how late it was, she called her house.
"Mmm…Hello?" A drowsy deep voice answered the phone after about four or five rings of the phone, "Yumi, is this you?"
"Yes, Uncle Kiesho. It's me."
"YUMI!" The weariness in his voice disappeared. Fury and worries replaced it, "Where are you, young lady?! Your mom and I almost called the cops!"
She sighed as she ran her fingers across the soft sofa she was sitting on, "I'm in Ajaccio. At the cabin. I just wanted a little escape, you know? And I mean, I wanted to be in the place where my dad and I, you know, we...you know."
"No, I don't know. Stop saying that." He answered playfully.
"Well, you know the cabin, right?"
"I bought the thing for him."
"Ahh, yes, that's right. Anyway, I felt as if I needed to stay somewhere else, and not have to pay the dangerously high fee of a hotel night or two, so I decided to come down here. And…you and mom don't get along too well. I didn't want to her you guys fight all the time."
He didn't answer at first. Like he soaking in her words, "I'm sorry. I'll leave. I didn't mean…"
"No, Uncle Kiesho. I think mom just doesn't understand who you are." He chuckled like he knew she knew him really well, "…and that you two should bond a bit while I'm gone, alright? Do it for your niece, Yumi, okay?"
Kiesho sighed in defeat, "Alright. Gotta go, kid. I'm beat. I had about four heart-attacks today! Thanks to you and your random trip!"
"Sorry." She muttered, "Okay. Bye."
"Bye, Love ya, kiddo."
"Love you too." And she hung up the phone. She couldn't wait for tomorrow morning.
XxX
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Olivia doesn't want to talk to anybody." A voice shouted through the door.
"But…I-"
The door opened and the man stepped out, "Miss, if you're a reporter, will you please leave my mother alone?! She's been answering questions till very early this morning." He had chocolate hair and matching brown eyes. His eyebrows were slanted to add on to his angered face.
"I'm- I'm no reporter. I was just- I wanted to meet you—er—Olivia, I wanted to meet. I'm Yumi- Yumi Ishiyama. The daughter of Takeo Ishiyama."
The man spat almost in her face, "Ishiyama? I've always hated the name."
Seconds ticked away in silence. It was cold in Ajaccio. Yumi shivered and asked, "May I come in?"
He scooted to where his body was blocking the doorway, "I don't think that's such a good idea."
Yumi tried to figure out what his name was, he obviously wasn't going to tell her. She mentally went over the list of names on the will- Satomi…Kiesho…Yumi, Olivia, Amy…Ulrich…ULRICH, "By any chance, are you Ulrich Stern?"
He acted as if her knowing his name didn't bother him, but was failing. He was surprised she could just stare at him and figure out his name, "My mother doesn't want to talk to anyone."
"You must be Ulrich Stern, the one that called me about my dad." She ignored his last comment.
"That was most likely me."
"Can I speak to your mom for about twenty seconds?"
"She's not in the speaking mood."
"Can't you find a way, just for a minute or two?"
"I thought it was twenty seconds."
She sighed at his ignorance and just how stubborn he was, "Do you think I wanted to do this, sir. I just found about you about half an hour ago…and I-"
"Really? I've known about you for about fourteen years."
"Fourteen years?"
"How long your dad and my mom have been together."
"Please. Oh Please. Let me speak to your mother." Yumi begged once more. She could stay here all day and all night if she had to, but it was just too cold here. And she was getting really home-sick.
"No. She's doesn't want to come out." He repeated.
"But, but why-"
"Go home. Just go home, Yumi Ishiyama. You're fourteen years too late." And he closed the door in her face.
She slumped off the steps as she ran back into her car.
Back to Paris.
But she stopped at a gift shop before she left. A nice coffee-cup for her "man back home".
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of you guys know that I don't usually right very short
chapters. Well, this story is my exception. Each chapter is
short, is because it's like a major scene change between them all,
and trust me, you'll like the story better this way! Review
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