James and Amara are preparing the picnic basket. Yim is helping out in setting up the picnic table with Boun and Prem.
“You have been setting that out for almost one hour. How come you guys never finished anything?” James, frustratedly , picks up the fresh flowers that fall off the basket.
“It’s because those two never got along on which color to use for the main table. Boun wants the blue one while Prem wants the white. I sided with Boun but Prem got mad, so I switched sides. In the end I was asked to sit here to wait until they decide which color to choose from.” Yim sighs.
“That’s okay Yimmy, I’ll let Janis handle this once she arrives. You can set the picnic by the shore. Here…” He handed to him a Blue mixed with white picnic blanket and a basket. “...I’ll let Amara help you.”
Yim nodded his head.
“I’m here!” Janis screams through the foyer.
“Do you really have to shout that loud? The kids could be sleeping and you might wake them up.” Tutor annoyingly says to his sister and goes out to the garden looking for Yim.
“Why is he so hot tempered with me today?” Janis asks Zee.
Her older brother just shakes his head.
James comes in from the garden. “Oh I am so glad that you guys are here! Janis, I need your help. Boun and Prem are over the garden and fighting over the perfect color to choose for the table cloth and they need your godly advice.”
Janis' eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I thought we all agreed for white and blue?”
James sighs, “That’s where the fight comes from, if we are going to choose the blue or white for the main table.”
“Well I think they need my help. I’ll pop in there now!” Janis runs towards the garden.
“Uncle James, where is papa?” Minne asked him.
“He is still out, baby.” James says apologetically. “You can go ahead upstairs to your room. Sam is there waiting for you.”
The little girl didn’t respond and ran up to the second floor.
“I’ll go ahead and call Nu.” Zee was about to follow his daughter but James stopped him.
“Nope. You’re not gonna do that. I need your help on something.” James drags Zee towards the kitchen where the rest of the boys are waiting. Park is cutting the vegetables, Poppy tries to peel the fruits and passes it to Jimmy so that he could cut it into pieces. Tommy comes in carrying a gallon of water
Mark is by the stove stirring whatever is bubbling in the casserole.
“So…what should I be doing here? You guys are all cramped up.” Zee grabs an apple but Poppy slaps his hand.
“That’s for the salad!” Poppy continues to peel the fruits.
“We need you to taste the food that we are cooking.” Mark tries to taste the soup base.
“Why didn’t you just ask for the chefs to cook?” Zee asks them.
They all stopped and looked unbelievingly at Zee.
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The Sunset Between The Sea And Clouds
FanfictionA story of two people, a young billionaire whose life is full of rumors and a young cafe owner, who believes that love is equal to pain. Fate be so naughty by letting the ball roll. How can that simple reunion change Nunew's perception of love and...
