Hana dipped her head and gave him a gracious smile, “Thank you”. She slid herself off her seat and made her way over to the phone, taking it off the receiver then pushing in the specific numbers to call her grandfathers home. It’s been a while since she called, a while as in one to two years, but she would never forget the first phone number she ever learned. She held the phone up to her ear, patiently waiting for someone to pick up. The ringing of the tone echoed in her ear, and every short burst that went by made her grow uneasy until it went to voicemail. She cursed under her breath and tried again, tapping her foot eagerly. She bit her lip, pleading in her head for someone to pick up.Kevin glanced at Hana. “Of course. Take as long as you need. The phone’s over there,” he said, pointing to the phone hooked up on the kitchen wall.
Kevin smiled at Juliana when she glared at him. Kill ‘em with kindness. He thought, turning away. He frowned, looking back in the kitchen. “Hey! Play nice.” He said sternly. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had frown or stress wrinkles by the time everyone left.
“Don’t worry about it. I have many,” Kevin said, glancing down at the belt Cam wore. “I think I have one that might fit you better, though.” He ran back upstairs and into the 6th room, coming back out with a thin, white women’s belt. “Here you go,” he said, offering her the belt.
“You can go outside if there’s an adult with you, and you stay away from the animals and out of the garden.” Kevin said.
“Hello?” a female voice answered.
Hana immediately straightened up, tense to speak in a formal manner. “Yes, this is Hana.”
She didn’t receive an answer right away, but just a slightly annoyed sigh. Which Hana immediately recognized as her mother’s.
“Mother are you there?”
“You chose to call now? Of all times?”
“I know, and I apologize. I just.. wasn’t able to call much sooner.. Are you and Grandfather feeling well?”
Again, it took a while for her mother to reply, and Hana urgently repeated the last part, raising her voice somewhat. She earned herself a strict scolding for doing so, and Hana lowered her tone.
“I’m fine. But your grandfather passed a little over a month ago. He fell ill from the virus.”
Hana’s heart sank, a pained expression appearing on her face. “How? How did he get it? Was it at a competition?”
“Most likely”
By the second, Hana was growing furious with the lack of distress in her mother’s voice. It sounded so cold, so stern and disconnected like how she was a couple months ago. She gritted her teeth, grasping the phone tightly, “Do you not care that he’s dead? Your father is gone? You’re still such a cruel woman... even in a time like this” she hissed harshly into the phone.
“Hana-” was all that her mother was able to get out before Hana shoved the phone back onto the receiver. She stood there with her head hung low, trying to rub away the stinging sensation in her eyes. She didn’t spare anyone a glance as she retreated up the stairs and back to her room, her face reddened and in anguish.