Darkness's light
Fatherly (Chapter 10)
**Sunday Morning**
(Harry P.O.V)
“Good morning Harry, thank you for working overtime yesterday, I am really grateful considering we had so much costumer last night and without your help I would actually die,” Mr Lee who is my boss greeted me as I walk through the door, he is around my mother’s age I think but he looks as healthy as ever. Mr Lee is half Chinese and half Indian, he is around 175cm I think because he is shorter then I am but not too much and he is so fatherly towards me even though I’ve only known him for three weeks. Today I arrived earlier than usual because the shop actually open at 7am but I decided to come half an hour early to help Mr Lee out.
“You are hard worker son,” he stated like a proud father patting my shoulder. I’ve never experience the father and son relationship before even though I do have a father of my own. Whoever has Mr Lee as their father must be a really lucky person and speaking of children, does he actually even have one? He is wearing a wedding ring, so I would assume he is married.
“Hey Mr Lee...” he interrupted me by saying, “call me James or even dad Harry, but don’t call me Mr Lee because it makes me feel even older then I already am.” His statement which made me laugh because it reminds me of my mum, she would say the exact the same thing if young people calls her ‘Mrs Style.’
I really miss her.
“Sorry…James, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to but do you have kids of your own?” I questioned, curious to hear his answer, “of course I don’t mind Harry and yes, I do have kids, infect I have three, two girls and one boy. The oldest one is your age actually, why do you ask?” he asked back.
“I just thought who ever have you as their dad must be a really lucky kids,” I replied smiling widely. I mean every word of that statement, “you should go tell my kids that and see what they think of your statement,” He laughs, “but thank you son, yours words really mean a lot to me and I am sure who ever have you as their son must be really lucky” he continued. My face completely dropped at his statement, I know he was complementing me and I should be really happy but for some reason I am not.
“Oh my, I am sorry Harry I didn’t know,” he quickly apologise giving me the sympathetic look.
Why did he apologise? Why is he giving me the sympathetic look? He thought….
I laugh a little when I realise what he means, “Oh Mr Lee…I mean James you don’t have to apologise both of my parents are still with me,” I replied which sounded more like I am trying to convince myself.
Both of my parents are still with me…well my mum is at least…she is still alive and she will wake up soon…
“Son…I know, I’ve only known you for a short amount of time but if you need talk about anything…I mean ANYTHING…at all please feel free to come and talk to me alright,” Mr Lee comforted which break me out of my thoughts about my mum, he probably saw my facial expression that’s why he said that statement.
I gave him a thankful smile but it didn’t reach my eyes, “I mean it Harry, I have teenage kids of my own…I am not the best person to get advice from when it comes to teenage problems but I do try my best…but if you have any girls problem…I am an expert on that,” Mr Lee jokes trying to lighten up the mood which worked pretty well because now I am chuckling.
“I bet you are…with those cooking skills of yours any ladies would fall for that,” I cheekily replied, “oh you are just trying to get a raise out of me aren’t ya? Praise me and all…I know how it that work son,” he joked again and now I am fully laughing.
Mr Lee is a great person, if only my so call father was like him. I wonder what my childhood would be like, what type of person I would end up becoming and probably, we would be in a nice happy family now, if I had a dad like Mr Lee.
Customer started to arrive for breakfast and I started to get my work started, I am the waitress while another girl lady name Lisa who is in her late twenties is the cash register. I only work here Saturday from 7-8pm and Sunday 7-6pm because during the school days I go and visit my mum. Mr Lee pays pretty well because his shop is super popular and having a great boss like him makes the workplace twice as better.
I know you are probably thinking why I am working in a coffee shop when I am filthy rich, well firstly I am not rich but the devil himself is (A/s: It’s Harry’s dad if you are confused) and second of all, after I finish school I want to get away from this wicked man with my mum as far as possible. I started working before I move here to save money and my mum herself is working, so that we don’t have to rely on him.
**Six in the evening**
“I better get going James,” I told Mr Lee after a very busy Sunday, “I will see you next week son,” Mr Lee yelled back. The shop is about to close but Mr Lee generally stays and until eight at night before leaving.
O.k. I have to remember which way is to Tasman’s house now…
Tasman’s house is a two storage brick house that is fairly big and she is not poor that’s for sure. I park my car in front of her house and grab my guitar in the boot. Hopefully, today we will get things done unlike yesterday and she wasn’t exactly happy with me yesterday.
Her front yard have steps that leads up to the door way and roses are planted near the steps in a fashionable way. A small balcony covers the door entrance and mistletoes are still hanging on her front door. I decided to ring the doorbell which didn’t sound like a regular doorbell but infect it played a harmonic tune instead.
That’s different.
I had to wait for a couple of second before I heart footsteps approaching the door, “Um…can I help you?” a young boy with braces answer the door, I think around twelve or thirteen years old, “I am coming here to do music assignment.” I replied kindly, “Um…music assignment? With who?” he asked once again.
Am I in the right house, I swear this is her house.
“Sorry, I am here to do music assignment with Tasman,” I quickly answer, “Tasman? As in my sister? Are you her friend? How come I’ve never seen you before?” he filled me with questions. Before I could answer a female voice called out from the inside of the house, which I assume is his mum, “honey? Who is at the door?”
“Some teenage boy around Tassie’s age saying he is here to do music assignment with her,” he yelled back still standing there with the door knob in his hand not letting me in. “Let him come in dear,” she yelled back sweetly, she seems nice but this young boy looks pretty protective of his family though.
He reminds me of me…
(Harry P.O.V)
“Good morning Harry, thank you for working overtime yesterday, I am really grateful considering we had so much costumer last night and without your help I would actually die,” Mr Lee who is my boss greeted me as I walk through the door, he is around my mother’s age I think but he looks as healthy as ever. Mr Lee is half Chinese and half Indian, he is around 175cm I think because he is shorter then I am but not too much and he is so fatherly towards me even though I’ve only known him for three weeks. Today I arrived earlier than usual because the shop actually open at 7am but I decided to come half an hour early to help Mr Lee out.
“You are hard worker son,” he stated like a proud father patting my shoulder. I’ve never experience the father and son relationship before even though I do have a father of my own. Whoever has Mr Lee as their father must be a really lucky person and speaking of children, does he actually even have one? He is wearing a wedding ring, so I would assume he is married.
“Hey Mr Lee...” he interrupted me by saying, “call me James or even dad Harry, but don’t call me Mr Lee because it makes me feel even older then I already am.” His statement which made me laugh because it reminds me of my mum, she would say the exact the same thing if young people calls her ‘Mrs Style.’
I really miss her.
“Sorry…James, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to but do you have kids of your own?” I questioned, curious to hear his answer, “of course I don’t mind Harry and yes, I do have kids, infect I have three, two girls and one boy. The oldest one is your age actually, why do you ask?” he asked back.
“I just thought who ever have you as their dad must be a really lucky kids,” I replied smiling widely. I mean every word of that statement, “you should go tell my kids that and see what they think of your statement,” He laughs, “but thank you son, yours words really mean a lot to me and I am sure who ever have you as their son must be really lucky” he continued. My face completely dropped at his statement, I know he was complementing me and I should be really happy but for some reason I am not.
“Oh my, I am sorry Harry I didn’t know,” he quickly apologise giving me the sympathetic look.
Why did he apologise? Why is he giving me the sympathetic look? He thought….
I laugh a little when I realise what he means, “Oh Mr Lee…I mean James you don’t have to apologise both of my parents are still with me,” I replied which sounded more like I am trying to convince myself.
Both of my parents are still with me…well my mum is at least…she is still alive and she will wake up soon…
“Son…I know, I’ve only known you for a short amount of time but if you need talk about anything…I mean ANYTHING…at all please feel free to come and talk to me alright,” Mr Lee comforted which break me out of my thoughts about my mum, he probably saw my facial expression that’s why he said that statement.
I gave him a thankful smile but it didn’t reach my eyes, “I mean it Harry, I have teenage kids of my own…I am not the best person to get advice from when it comes to teenage problems but I do try my best…but if you have any girls problem…I am an expert on that,” Mr Lee jokes trying to lighten up the mood which worked pretty well because now I am chuckling.
“I bet you are…with those cooking skills of yours any ladies would fall for that,” I cheekily replied, “oh you are just trying to get a raise out of me aren’t ya? Praise me and all…I know how it that work son,” he joked again and now I am fully laughing.
Mr Lee is a great person, if only my so call father was like him. I wonder what my childhood would be like, what type of person I would end up becoming and probably, we would be in a nice happy family now, if I had a dad like Mr Lee.
Customer started to arrive for breakfast and I started to get my work started, I am the waitress while another girl lady name Lisa who is in her late twenties is the cash register. I only work here Saturday from 7-8pm and Sunday 7-6pm because during the school days I go and visit my mum. Mr Lee pays pretty well because his shop is super popular and having a great boss like him makes the workplace twice as better.
I know you are probably thinking why I am working in a coffee shop when I am filthy rich, well firstly I am not rich but the devil himself is (A/s: It’s Harry’s dad if you are confused) and second of all, after I finish school I want to get away from this wicked man with my mum as far as possible. I started working before I move here to save money and my mum herself is working, so that we don’t have to rely on him.
**Six in the evening**
“I better get going James,” I told Mr Lee after a very busy Sunday, “I will see you next week son,” Mr Lee yelled back. The shop is about to close but Mr Lee generally stays and until eight at night before leaving.
O.k. I have to remember which way is to Tasman’s house now…
Tasman’s house is a two storage brick house that is fairly big and she is not poor that’s for sure. I park my car in front of her house and grab my guitar in the boot. Hopefully, today we will get things done unlike yesterday and she wasn’t exactly happy with me yesterday.
Her front yard have steps that leads up to the door way and roses are planted near the steps in a fashionable way. A small balcony covers the door entrance and mistletoes are still hanging on her front door. I decided to ring the doorbell which didn’t sound like a regular doorbell but infect it played a harmonic tune instead.
That’s different.
I had to wait for a couple of second before I heart footsteps approaching the door, “Um…can I help you?” a young boy with braces answer the door, I think around twelve or thirteen years old, “I am coming here to do music assignment.” I replied kindly, “Um…music assignment? With who?” he asked once again.
Am I in the right house, I swear this is her house.
“Sorry, I am here to do music assignment with Tasman,” I quickly answer, “Tasman? As in my sister? Are you her friend? How come I’ve never seen you before?” he filled me with questions. Before I could answer a female voice called out from the inside of the house, which I assume is his mum, “honey? Who is at the door?”
“Some teenage boy around Tassie’s age saying he is here to do music assignment with her,” he yelled back still standing there with the door knob in his hand not letting me in. “Let him come in dear,” she yelled back sweetly, she seems nice but this young boy looks pretty protective of his family though.
He reminds me of me…
Notes
Harry at Tasman house? What do you think will happen? Will Harry found out that Mr Lee is Tasman's dad? (Stay tune and find out)
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