Meanwhile, Liora was sitting in the living room, chilling and reading a magazine. Soon, her phone started to ring. It was her older brother's calling. She picked up the phone resting on the left side of the sofa.
"Hello?" said Liora
"Hi, Liora, my friends will be coming over for lunch. Make a few dishes — something decent. If you need anything, message me." Her brother, Aslan Anders, replied.
"Oh, okay, brother," she replied.
"How many people will be coming?" she asked.
"There'll be three or four, max. Nothing too fancy, just enough to serve properly," he said.
Liora nodded as if she could see him. " Got it. I'll check what we have and make a list if anything's missing."
"Good. And make sure the dining room is tidy. We'll be here around 2:30. "
"Alright."
He hung up as usual without saying goodbye. That's probably how older siblings are... He was a businessman.
Liora stared at the magazine in her lap and let out a sigh. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen. The air faintly smelled of the cleaning detergent and spices from morning's cleaning.
She still hadn't decided what to cook. She then went through the fridges and storage. She then thought to herself, "How about some roasted chicken, spicy chicken rice, and pasta?". "Hmm...it seems like a perfect idea. Every ingredient is also present."
She then started the process of cooking. Everyone liked her dishes. She was just really good at cooking. She took out two frozen chickens from the freezer. She washed them and marinated one chicken. She made chicken pasta and chicken rice. Later, she roasted one chicken. Anyone in the house could smell the food.
Her mom and aunt also asked her about the sudden preparation of the food. She told them that Aslan had asked her to make it for his friends.
There were only four people in the house. Her Father, mother, aunt, and her. Her father was the oldest of his siblings. Now, he had retired. Both her brothers worked; one brother was a businessman, while the other one was helping his brother in his business. The younger brother was highly qualified; he had a master's degree in Business Administration and was studying law. Ulmea's father was also a businessman.
Meanwhile, at school, the final bell was drawing near, and the usual school noise began to settle. The noise in the corridors had lessened, replaced by the occasional rustle of notebook pages and low murmurs of students counting down the minutes.
Ulmea sat at her desk, tapping her pen lightly against her notebook. The whole day had passed quietly, and now, only one period remained. Flossy and Alex were in their respective classes in the junior wing, probably just as eager to leave as she was.
She glanced at the clock on the wall — it was almost time. Another fifteen minutes and the final bell would ring. Students were already beginning to pack their bags slowly, half-listening to the teacher, half-losting in their thoughts. Lora leaned over from the seat beside her.
"Can't believe the day's already over," she whispered.
Ulmea smiled. "Yeah, and I feel like it never really started."
Soon, the bell rang. The students started to rush out of the classroom. Ulmea and Lora also walked out of the room. They chatted and walked towards the parking lot. As they walked closer to the parking zone, they saw Ulmea's siblings walking ahead of them. She then bid farewell to her friend, " Bye, Lora! See you tomorrow."
"Bye!!"
Ulmea then rushed towards her siblings. She moved between them and tapped their shoulders. "Hey, babies!"
They got scared. Alex let out a gasp while Flossy turned her face towards Ulmea and said, " Gosh! You scared us."
They then moved towards the bus and boarded it.
Then, they arrived at their house. It was around 1:45 pm when they reached home. As soon they entered the house, they greeted everyone in the house.
Upon entering, they could smell delicious food. They walked straight towards the kitchen.
"Hi sister Liora, this place is full of delicious smell," said Alex.
"Oh, yeah. Today Aslan brother's friends will come around 2:30 pm, so I made delicious food."
"Wow!" Flossy exclaimed.
"What did you make Liora?" asked Ulmea.
" I made chicken pasta, roasted chicken and spicy chicken rice." She replied.
"We'll be back after changing our clothes." Said Ulmea and Flossy.
" Okay. Good!" She said.
The kids then went to change their clothes.
Meanwhile, Aslan and his friends were about to come.
" Bro Aslan, come on. Get in the car, it's about time." said a friend.
"Ok, I'll be there. You guys start sitting," replied Aslan.
The boys started sitting in the car. After a while, Aslan also sat in the car. They started moving. Aslan gave his sister, Liora a call and told her that they were on their way.
Somewhere, on their way they passed by a bus depot. It was the city's best depot. One of the friends said, " It was the city's most amazing bus station and it earned a lot. The owner must be an idiot to sell such an amazing station." He rolled his eyes while saying it.
Aslan thought to himself " Yeah, that's cause he was. I hate him. He never worked himself and even sold Grandfather's property. Ugh!"
Aslan said, " Yeah, he must be even crazier."
Soon, they arrived.
They went inside the villa. They sat in the dining room. The food was served. Everyone enjoyed the food and ate to their full. The guests stayed till 4:30 pm and left after the tea. Aslan didn't go back to work after that.
After the guests left, everyone tidied up the room. Liora went back to her room to rest. Ulmea's mom and her aunt were sitting in the lounge chatting. Flossy was doing her homework. While Alex was roaming around in the garden, playing on his own.
Aslan brother was lying in his room, filled with anger and sadness. He just couldn't get the fact that his grandpa's legacy was destroyed out of his head.
She was seeing everyone chatting and busy. She was bored. She thought to herself, " I can't even go to Sis Liora, she's resting and doesn't want anyone to disturb her. What should I do?"
She then picked up a book about history and started to read it.
Liora's dad was taking tea in the dining room.
Everyone was busy in their own stuff.