"No, what did Mommy say?" was my cold inquiry.
"She said okay, but she'll call you now," it conveyed with a tone full of concern.
"Tell them my phone is low on battery, and I'm busy. It's okay, and they don't need to worry," I instructed.
"Okay," came their weak reply.
"Mikee, just make sure you don't contact that Rare guy unless you want us to have a real problem because I'll be extremely angry with you," I sternly warned, making them glance at me with a reluctant nod.
"Kristan! How much longer? Bring some alcohol here! Also, get that red wine from Kee, hihi, thank you, I love you!" I shouted.
It didn't take long for Kristan to finish cooking the food. He served the alcohol and dishes on the glass table in Mikee's living room.
"Cheers to our broken hearts!" they clinked glasses, th
