Pride Online

Chapter 350: Viola and Winter Part II

“Not you, too...”

The middle child of the Waleeraks sighed like he was so tired of getting teased about having a girlfriend all the time since he was back home. And it seemed like him bringing his girlfriend with him was a hot topic that had become the talk of the Waleerak farm now.

“It’s okay, I think I can share with May, because I like her as well.”

The little sister said, before smiling delightedly. She then cupped her hands around her brother’s cheeks softly.

“Do you get it, Na? I’ve approved May. Don’t let her slip away, okay?”

“That’s my business. I can take care of that myself.” Wisana said tiredly. “I better get going, Dah. I have to drop this little one in her room.”

“Hold up, Na.” The older sister called out.

“...What now?”

“Take me downstairs, too.”

“Hey!”

Right after her words, this time, the oldest sister jumped on Wisana’s back all of a sudden, almost making him fall backwards. But they were lucky that his physical flexibility was higher than average, so he could manage to stand up still.

“Dah! Naat doing this is one thing, but you, who’s an adult, are doing this, too?!”

“Why? I’m still a child also.”

“More like a woman child, I suppose. You’re already 25!”

He said, tensing every muscle so they did not knock themselves on the floor.

“You bad brother. How dare you speak about a woman’s age out loud?”

“What? I was just speaking the truth.”

After hearing that, the oldest sister managed to pinch her brother on his two cheeks, making him scream.

“Ow, ow, ow. By the way, Dah’s even taller than you, but how come you’re heavier than her, Naat?”

The youngest was stunned by his words. Her gorgeous face turned red in the blink of an eye.

“Na, you jerk. Weight is a sensitive topic, you know. Also, Dah is one of those monsters that eat a lot but don’t get fat!”

“What?! You wanna fight, Nat?”

“Hey, you two, stop wiggling too much. You want us to fall?”

Now, it had become a strange war in the blink of an eye when the girls used Wisana as a batter ground for their armies to fight each other. But they also looked more like a seesaw leaning left and right somehow.

“Hey, can you girls stop messing around? I barely put on weight right now. You two feel like 100 kilograms or something.”

“Shut up, Na. I’m not that heavy. Naat is.”

“Don’t blame it on me, Dah. You’re the one who doesn’t take self-care after getting married. I see that you started having wrinkles as well, right?”

After that, the girls started wiggling even harder. And the one, whom they were clinging to on both front and back, was leaning to their fighting strength wearily. But luckily for him, there was a voice of someone from heaven speaking up a moment later.

“Come on now, what are you three playing in the corridor here? And that, climbing one another like that, you’d fall and hurt yourselves.”

The sweet voice made their boisterous voice stop in the blink of an eye. The three all turned to the voice and saw a familiar woman in a Taekwondo rope smiling splendidly at them. After that, the siblings moved away from each other, making the one who was being climbed sigh out of relief.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you, Mom?” Wipada, the oldest sister hurriedly said with a delighted voice.

“No, I woke up a long time ago.” Ms. Wimon said, before curling up a smile. “By the way, Naat, you sneaked into your brother’s bed again, right?”

Hearing that, the smallest one among the siblings jumped.

“Well, I just missed him.”

Ms. Wimon, who kept her hair in a bun with a large hair clip today, started smiling amusedly right away.

“I mean, you can miss him, but sneaking in to cuddle him like that could make the new foster mother jealous, you know.”

She started laughing cheerfully after speaking, while the middle son was letting out a long sigh.

“So, I’ve got a hat trick this morning, huh...”

"Dah and Naat are taking May and friends to shop in the city today, right?” The mother asked.

“Yes, Mom” Wipada answered. “Do you need anything?”

“It’s alright. Well, do you guys want Uncle Pairoch to drive for you? I can go tell him.”

“No, thank you. I can drive the kids. It seems like we’re going to be in many places. I don’t want to bother him.”

“Okay. Then take a bigger car. Anyway, is Rut up yet?”

“He’s still sleeping in, Mom. It’s just me who had to get up because of these two.”

Wipada said and turned to look at her younger siblings, making the two smile wryly.

“Why are you complaining? You rushed to me and jumped on my back like a baby monkey.”

“Well, I saw a koala clinging to you first, so I wanted to do so as well.”

The oldest sister replied in a delighted voice, making the mother laugh.

“What about you, Na? Are you going with them?” Then Wimon turned to ask her son.

“No, I’m not. I’d rather stay and help here.”

“Is that so?” Wimon grinned widely. “So, you’re free this morning, then?”

“Yes?”

“Good, let’s go to the gym. I want to check how much you’ve improved. And if your skills are dropping, you’re going to get punished so hard.”

After she finished speaking, she walked down the stairs with a laugh in her throat that made the three siblings look at each other as they blinked.

“Big brother, have you been practicing while you’re in Bangkok at all?” Wisanaat asked smilingly. “Mom practices every day, just so you know.”

“It seems like she has been waiting for a fitting training partner all along, huh.” He said, letting out a long sigh. “Speaking of practicing, I practice sometimes as well. But in a dream, I guess.”

“Huh?”

The girls raised their eyebrows, not understanding that he was implying the Pride world.

“I don’t know if my skills are all rusty now.” Wisana scratched his cheek.

“If that’s what you said, well, you’re totally going to get a punishment, Na. A huge one.”

Hearing his older sister, Wisana turned to give her a look right away.

“Thanks a lot, Sis. You’ve cheered me up so much that I want to cry blood right now!”

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The gym in Waleerak farm was built from wood and located at the back of the big house. The parquet floor inside was shiny, showing how well it was taken care of. The training equipment included punching bags, exercise equipment, and many types of weights. There was a large mirror that was used to check the user’s attacking moves. A small fighting court in the middle of the gym was giving out the scent of fighters somehow.

And right now, the mother and her son were standing facing each other on the court. Their faces looked quite tense. The son was dressed in a black tank top, a pair of white Taekwondo pants, and a pair of boxing gloves for practice.

“It’s such a shame. My little students should have been here to watch this battle as an inspiration.”

Ms. Wimon who was in a full Taekwondo rope said in a good mood tone.

“You want those kids to be traumatized with violence for the rest of their lives, Ma’am?”