The Traces of Destiny
Invitation

Next day.

"I still don't understand why I haven't had the chance to meet him."

Saras and his mother were in a convenience store, walking down the aisle and filling the shopping cart with everything they needed.

Saras saw, it seemed like this time his mother was planning to feed several dozen people for at least a week. Two large shopping carts are fully loaded.

"Do you want to try inviting him to your dad's birthday? I thought it was a good opportunity, but it would be great if you could take her home before that day." His mother continued to negotiate.

"I can't guarantee he'll be willing to come, ma'am, yet" Saras said.

"Yes, I heard that your father will be inviting his barber for his birthday tomorrow. You know, that barber had the same birthday as your father!" mother spoke while collecting all the canned fruit she met.

"I once accompanied Garin and Raka to cut her hair there" Saras said with a memory.

"Eh, really?" mother suddenly became more enthusiastic.

His hands even more swiftly grabbed every item he passed.

"Hm... As I recall. He once said that it was a pretty popular shaving place here, and he had been a regular for a long time" Saras explained.

"My luck! Promise me you'll figure out a way to get him to our house, I'll get your father's party ready and that barber's party ready." Mom looks over and over again excited and starts pushing her cart towards the cashier's desk.

"I will try." answered Saras.

Mom suddenly stopped the train. "You can't, you can't just try.. Either way you should be able to invite him to come to the house."

"But—–,"

"That there may be but, eeee...., but instead he would be more comfortable if he came before that huh? So we can have a chance to get to know each other?” mom seems to be considering.

"Mom will have plenty of time to get to know her, Mom. You know how the festive atmosphere is on every father's birthday."

"But with other people around, there's no way she can visit the way I want." Mom is seen massaging her forehead.

"Mom can arrange everything, let's finish this groceries and I'll go see him after this" Saras said.

"That's a great idea, come on.. Help me, hurry, hurry!"

...•••••••||°||•••••••...

"Do you want to spend Saturday night with Raka and me?" Garin asked.

"Is there something you'd like to propose as a menu?" Sarasbalah made an offer.

Garin shakes. "There, because I had to work that night, but we could have eaten earlier, and I think we could have ordered the food online if you didn't have any other plans. Or any other option we could postpone that to a more relaxed Sunday night."

"I can't do it for Sunday night. My sister came home from college and my mom was making a big dinner to celebrate my dad's birthday. He invited many people-aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and some acquaintances and also barbers. So I might not be able to be free on that day." Obviously Saras.

Garin nodded small. "It looks like it's gonna be a busy night."

"I would be too understanding if I told my mother to just ignore me." Gurau Saras's.

"Hehe... I don't think he's gonna do it." Garin stroked the top of Saras' head.

"Why not?"

"Why not!?" Saras repeated it in surprise.

"I don't think you're ready for that." Garin winks his eyes.

"Errr."

Garin looked at Saras for a moment. "He can't be that bad, right?"

"Don't be too sure. But if you want, you can join us to celebrate dad's birthday. That way, we can spend time and cake together." Saras said.

"Are you sure you want to invite me? But it looks like your house is full."

"Are you kidding me? Adding a few more people will make no difference. After all, that way you can meet the entire clan. Unless, of course, you're not ready for that either." Challenge Saras.

"I'm ready." Challenge underwritten.

"Then will you come?" Saras.

"Plan for it." Garin Sahut.

"good. But look, if my mom starts asking some weird questions, just remember that I look like my dad, okay?" Saras put his thumb.

"We'll see that later" said Garin.

"You'll know that" said Saras.

"Alright, umm... I have some work to continue here, I hope you don't mind." Garin patted the pile of papers beside him.

"Of course, I will brew tea to accompany you," Saras rose.

"Good idea." Garin smiles.

"But—–." Garin hung his ladder in the air.

"Yes?"

"Nwgg..... Not being."

Saras blinked seven times.

Garin was grabbing the top pile of paper when suddenly Saras' soft and wet lips ran over his nape and ears. Garin froze for a moment, his eyes closed.

She did so smartly, the woman grabbed her body on Garin's back, her hands wildly touching Garin's body and face slowly heating up.

And a gentle kiss under his ear. "Your punishment" Saras whispered there.

With that immediately he got up and ran small towards the kitchen.

Garin slid his body on the table with his hands outstretched forward. "Cruel" he said.