My Bothersome Life 111 Visiting My Parents 2

"I don't think my parents are here yet," I pouted in disappointment.

It was just like last time. I was only able to face my parents in the morning because they were busy with work in the night to notice that I even came to the third district.

I looked around the empty house to find it clean and barely used. It was like they just recently moved in.

The house I knew was more cluttered and full with memories of when I was younger. There were pictures hanged on the wall of when I was younger. The days before I entered the hell-like school system in the first district.

Luke put his shoes off in the entryway and put on the slippers for guests to put on as he moved our luggage into the living room.

"Are you Rika?" A middle aged woman opened the door with groceries occupying both of her hands.

The middle aged woman looked greatly surprised. Her dark blue hair looked messy as if she was rushing to get here after her detour to the market.

"Mom," I went to hug her as my mom dropped the grocery bags onto the ground from my sudden hug.

"I didn't know you would come today," My mom held the grocery bags into the kitchen.

"I was supposed to come tomorrow, but I came today so I could spend more time with you," I explained while acting childish.

"And the young boy that's behind you?" My mom asked.

My mom looked charmed by Luke's handsome appearance. Instead of wearing a uniform like I did, he wore a casual summer sweater and jeans.

His ocean blue eyes sparkled under the dim lights and his great proportions complimented his outfit.

"That's just someone who's going to leave-"

"I am Rika's partner in school. My name is Luke de Roselia." Luke interrupted me as he introduced himself politely.

"So you're the Luke that is always together with Rika in the photos!" My mom excitedly exclaimed.

"You have grown alot as well," my mom made Luke sit on the couch.

"You look really different from the photos," my mom smiled.

Luke smiled back as he went along with my mom as she took out the photo albums sent by the school.

"What about me?" I asked my mom as she focused all her attention on Luke.

"I thought you went to your room Rika," my mom just seemed to remember that I was here as well.

"I don't know where my room is now since you've moved," I complained as I stomped my feet.

"Oh right. After I make dinner, I'll show you to your room," my mom got up to start preparing for dinner.

"What about dad?" I asked my mom.

"He's coming in an hour from now," my mom answered tiredly.

Since my mom was busy preparing for dinner, I opened my suitcase that was in the living room and took out a light novel to reread. I planned to go to the library tomorrow and the bookstore to restock on new material.

I thought that Luke would continue reading the rest of the textbook, but he watched my mom make dinner with fascination.

I forgot that everything in the first district was automated, so the robot chefs would make the perfect meals in his mansion and at school.

Thankfully, this meant that Luke wouldn't nag me for reading another light novel instead of studying in front of my parents.

Luke never went into the kitchen in the other districts as he ordered the servants to serve our meals. My mom chuckled from Luke's glittering eyes as he continued to observe my mom cooking.

Wait. Wouldn't this be the chance to actually cook for myself as well? I never got the chance to cook since Luke ordered all our food during our time together.

I opened the fridge and cupboards to see what ingredients we had. I gathered the ingredients I needed onto the chopping board and pulled out a large knife.

"Has Rika cooked before?" My mom curiously asked Luke as she has never seen me cook before.

Luke pulled out of intensely observing my mom cooking when my mom commented if I have cooked before.

Luke's eyes widened as he saw me hold a knife.

"No, Rika has never cooked anything before. We had a chef at school and my house where they would cook all the meals," Luke ran over to me while answering.

Luke instantly pulled the large knife out of my hands and put it back into its place before I pulled it out to cut some strawberries.

"I have cooked before!" I complained as Luke handed me a small steak knife to use instead.

I have always cooked in my past life because I enjoyed helping my parents in my past life.

However, it was true that I have never cooked a single meal in this life.

"Cutting steaks and cakes while eating doesn't count," Luke refuted.

Even I knew that! I silently chopped the strawberries angrily with a stubby little knife when it could have gone alot faster with the larger knife.

After chopping all the strawberries and placing them into a bowl, I poured some white sugar all over the strawberries as Luke and my mom stared silently in awe.

Chapter end