Meeting My Future Husband

Agatha, who had just returned from the supermarket, smiled wryly. "What's up? Are you already missing me even though I've only been away for a few minutes?" "Yes! I miss you so much!" Layla hugged Agatha with joy. The atmosphere, once tense, gradually turned warm with Agatha's presence. "Is that you, Jayden?" Grace called out from the kitchen. Hearing a seemingly familiar voice, Agatha's heart pounded. She walked into the kitchen with Layla by her side, who suddenly held her hand. "Is it really you?" exclaimed Agatha with a mix of surprise and perhaps confusion when she saw Grace, her senior from campus, suddenly in the kitchen. Grace turned around instantly upon hearing what sounded like her name. Her eyes widened upon seeing Agatha standing just a few meters in front of her. "Huh? How did you get in here?" she asked in confusion, trying to find an explanation for this unexpected presence. "I should be asking that. Why are you here?" Agatha replied, her voice tense, reflecting the confusion and tension between them. Grace snorted in irritation. "I don't owe you an explanation. This is a personal matter." Her voice displayed displeasure and a desire for privacy. Agatha furrowed her brow. As she was about to respond, she felt Layla's grip on her hand tighten. Agatha turned to see Layla's emotional face. "Do you know her, Layla?" Agatha asked, trying to understand the relationship between the two of them. Layla shook her head firmly, still staring sharply at Grace. "She's an evil woman! She said she's going to marry Dad!" Layla expressed her disapproval clearly, creating an increasingly tense atmosphere between them. Grace gritted her teeth in frustration. "Hey, young lady. You should mind your manners with adults. Where's your courtesy?" Grace scolded firmly, while Layla raised an irritated eyebrow in response. Agatha, who was confused, suddenly realized something. "Wait, so Grace is a senior—" "Oh, yes. Let me introduce myself first. I didn't come here without a reason. I want to meet my future husband," Grace interjected with a sweet smile. "What?" Agatha widened her eyes, reflecting confusion and surprise upon hearing Grace's sudden confession. "Don't be surprised like that. So now you know my reason for being here, right? Because I have the right to do so." Grace smirked. "And why are you here?" she added. Agatha struggled to find the right words. "I—" "Ah, let me guess." Grace looked pensive. Then she snapped her fingers. "Aha, correct! You must be working as a maid here, right? Well, not surprising. You must need money. Working with Jayden will pay handsomely." Grace conveyed her assumption with a condescending tone, showing her arrogant attitude. Agatha was taken aback. Her jaw stiffened involuntarily. "Yes, you are right. How could I deny it?" Grace laughed. "I feel so sorry for you. How sad your life is, Agatha." Grace delivered those words sarcastically and condescendingly, creating a more tense atmosphere between them. "Auntie?" called Layla softly, trying to calm Agatha in an unpleasant situation. Agatha took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. "I'm sorry, Layla. It's not good to show anger in front of guests." Layla looked sharply at Grace. "But she's not a good guest, Auntie. She's annoying." Agatha smiled bitterly, realizing that Layla had sensed the tension between them. "You're right, dear. We'll resolve this soon. Grace, let's have a calm conversation." Grace, condescendingly, said, "So, you're Jayden's personal assistant? You seem to need a lot of lessons in etiquette." Layla, with a sharp gaze, retorted, "She's not just a maid. Auntie Agatha is Dad's good friend, and we love her." Agatha tried to be patient. "Let's sit down and talk calmly. We are all here for Layla's benefit and the harmony of this apartment, Grace." Grace scoffed cynically. "Should I feel honored by a maid and a child? Very delightful." Layla answered firmly, "Aunt Agatha deserves respect, and Dad values her. You can't just come here and insult people." Grace pursed her lips mockingly. "Of course, a servant would want respect." Agatha tried to maintain her composure, albeit clenching her fists silently. "We are all human and need to respect each other. Let's find a way to communicate well." Layla gave Grace a sharp look. "You can leave if you can't respect Aunt Agatha." Grace smiled challengingly. "We'll see about that." The atmosphere grew more tense, creating disharmony that was difficult to resolve. "So where's Jayden? I need to meet him," Grace asked, slipping in her desire to continue the conversation amid the recent commotion. Nonchalantly, Agatha answered, "Jayden is at the office." But Grace, with a skeptical tone, said, "Oh, that can't be right. His father already told Jayden to make an appointment with me today." Agatha began to feel irritated, but tried to remain respectful. "I'm sure Jayden must have important matters. If you don't believe me, you can try calling him." Without hesitation, Grace took out her phone and tried to call Jayden. However, her face hardened as the call went unanswered, once, twice, and continued to ring up to five times. "Why isn't he picking up?!" Grace fumed, while Agatha and Layla struggled to hold back their laughter at her annoyed reaction. Agatha casually said, "Maybe Jayden is busy. You can wait a bit or call again later." Frustrated, Grace chose to wait, confident that Jayden would return soon. However, as the daylight nearly faded, Jayden still hadn't returned. The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense, and the disagreement between Agatha and Grace deepened. After Grace left without saying goodbye, the apartment atmosphere became calmer. Agatha and Layla exchanged glances, then both sighed deeply in relief. Layla smiled and said, "Auntie, she is really annoying, isn't she?" Agatha laughed. "Yes, dear. But at least now we can return to a more peaceful atmosphere without disruption." They laughed together, feeling the burden lifted after Grace's departure. The previously tense atmosphere had turned into joy, showing that sometimes laughter is the best remedy for discomfort.  *** "Dad has to listen to me right now!" Jayden was surprised when Layla suddenly entered the room and pulled his hand to leave. He didn't resist and let the girl take him to the living room. She then made him sit next to Agatha, who looked at them in confusion. "What's going on? Why do you look upset, Layla?" Agatha asked as Layla stood with hands on hips, looking fierce in front of them. "Did Auntie forget what happened earlier? I'm still upset just thinking about it!" Layla grumbled, her lips pursed. Jayden, not knowing what was going on, couldn't stay silent. "What happened? Did something happen while I was gone?" "Yes, Dad! Something happened that still makes me mad!" Layla explained, her voice rising instantly. Agatha was taken aback and widened her eyes. She wanted to keep that incident from Jayden because she didn't want to interfere in their affairs. But now it had already happened, with her own daughter telling him.