After the celebration, the guests gradually left. The living room slowly returned to normal—some decorations still hanging, the balloons slightly deflating. Freya sat on the sofa, still clutching the bouquet of gumamela flowers Liam had given her, smiling in disbelief at everything that had happened.
"Freya…" her mother called, approaching and sitting beside her. "Liam wants to talk to us—your dad and me—for a moment. Is that okay?"
Freya's eyes widened. "H-huh? Why, Ma?" she asked nervously, her heart immediately racing.
Her mother only smiled. "Come on, let's go."
She was led to the dining area where Liam and his father were waiting. Liam looked serious, standing tall, but Freya could sense he was trying to stay composed.
"Uhm, auntie, uncle," Liam began, pausing briefly to gather his thoughts. "Freya and I have known each other for a long time. Since we were kids, we've always been together—playing, studying, everything. And now… I'd like to be honest. I want to court Freya, if you would allow me."
Freya's jaw practically dropped. She didn't know where to look—but her heart soared.
Her parents exchanged glances. First, her father smiled and nodded.
"Liam? Oh yes, we've known him for a long time. He practically grew up next door. Kind, respectful… and most importantly, well-raised by his parents."
"Yes," her mother added. "If he wants to court you, we wouldn't worry. Just remember our advice, Freya. And you, Liam," she looked at him, "take care of our daughter. Don't lead her on, understand?"
Liam seemed to be freed from a heavy weight. A wide smile spread across his face.
"Yes, auntie. Yes, uncle. I won't hurt her."
Freya didn't know where to look. She blushed, a mix of pride, happiness, and sheer giddiness making her feel like she could explode.
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After the serious discussion, Freya's parents excused themselves, leaving the two of them alone in the living room. For a moment, there was silence—until they both started laughing.
"That was… something," Freya whispered, covering her face to hide her blush. "You actually asked?"
"Of course," Liam said, grinning as he leaned against the sofa. "I didn't want us hiding. It's better if everyone knows, especially your parents."
Freya couldn't hide her excitement. "You're shameless," she teased. "But… thanks. That was brave of you."
"Worth it," Liam said seriously, and Freya felt her heart skip a beat.
They went quiet again, smiling. In Freya's eyes, she saw the memories of their childhood—chasing games, giving gumamela flowers, afternoon ice cream. Now, they were older, more mature, but still the same people at heart.
They talked for a long time—about summer plans, starting senior high, and little things that made them laugh. Sometimes, they teased Leiyah for always being the third wheel. Other times, they just listened, soaking in each other's presence.
Time didn't seem to matter anymore. What mattered was being together.
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But as the night deepened, Liam's phone rang. He paused, immediately taking it out of his pocket. On the screen was his mother's name.
"Hello, Ma?" he said, hesitating. "Yes… okay… huh? Now? Alright, I'll be home soon."
After ending the call, he turned to Freya. His expression changed slightly—there was a mix of sadness and regret.
"Freya… I have to go home. There's something important I need to take care of."
"Huh? Now?" Freya's face fell, though she tried to mask her disappointment with a smile.
"Yes," Liam said, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry. But I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Freya nodded, forcing a smile. "It's okay. Be careful."
Liam stood and stepped closer.
"Good night, Freya. And… thank you again."
"Good night, Liam," she whispered.
And that night ended—not lacking in romance or excitement, but with a sudden pang of longing. As Liam walked away, Freya couldn't help but wonder: what could be so important at his house that he had to leave so suddenly?