The Supreme Satanic System

Early in the morning, a beautiful summer day greeted Bobby as it jolted him back to consciousness from a cacophony of deafening alarm bells and also the female voice of his AI pod.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead! It's already 6:15 am."

"Lucia, shut up! I'm already awake." The lanky youth jumped out of the bed and went rushing to the washroom. As usual, Bobby continued his morning daily routine out of habit; listening to the important highlight news in MBC while freshening himself.

A couple of seven minutes later, Bobby came downstairs in the mess hall with his fancy backpack. The redolent smell of tea and toast assaulted his olfactory nerves, making him hungry.

Bobby saw Margaret preparing toast in a white kitchen gown. She looked at him once, briskly turned her head away, and acted as if she didn't notice him at all.

"Oh, she really knows how to act coy early in the morning," Bobby smirked as he reminded himself in his mind.

"Good morning, Margaret!" greeted Bobby.

But the chef still acted all-natural and ignored him as she continued toasting with the slices of loaf bread with the toasting machine.

"Silent treatments, hah!" Bobby said, seating over a nearby dining chair. "So, you don't like to talk to me anymore." He then continued bloviating about different matters but she still ‌remained quiet, treating him like air.

Her insouciant and priggish attitude of silence ‌got on his nerves. So he stood up, approached her, and hugged her abruptly, folding around her waist.

Margaret tried to remove his hands away, but they kept gluing to her like a koala bear hugging around a tree.

"Can I help you?" Bobby hushed in her ear. "Are you still mad at me?"

Finally, she opened her mouth, and she continued preparing their breakfast. "No, I'm not mad at you. It's rather I'm mad at myself."

"Hey, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." Bobby pleaded in a sincere tone. "Next time. I'll ask for your consent before I act." "About your AI pod, it'll be ready by this weekend."

"Oh, really?" Margaret replied cheerfully.

"Yeah,"

"It's done. Alright, let's have our breakfast." Margaret said and tried to get out of his embrace.

But, Bobby quickly held her head, twisted a bit, and kissed her. Then they continued kissing, and she turned her body toward him feeling uncomfortable with the position.

The two lovebirds greedily savored each other in passion exchanging their saliva.

"Ahem, ahem," A sweet female voice coughed, interrupting the two. "Knock! Knock! Anyone home?"

Hearing the familiar tone of the lady, both Bobby and Margaret separated in post-haste.

Margaret's cheek grew even redder, and she looked down, acting like a little girl who was caught red-handed by her mother for stealing sugar from a jar. "Mom, umm…..I….he…"

"Mia, we can explain." Bobby interrupted, nudging at her arm.

"Eh, what is wrong with you two?" Mia Bradford shouted, but the next instant she further added in a kind tone, "Relax, I see nothing at all. Margaret White, you come here and sit beside mom. I think we have lots to catch up with each other."

Margaret swiftly moved toward her and sat beside her obediently.

Mia saw Bobby beaming in delight. So she glared at him and ordered, "And you, serve us our breakfast."

Bobby complied with her as he brought the toasts and poured the tea for them. He also sat, grabbing a chair just beside Mia.

Margaret quickly calmed herself down after seeing Mia's gentle nature. "Mom, I'm sorry about the earlier." She said in a shy, quiet voice.

"Girl, you don't need to feel sorry about that. Just answer me this truthfully." Margaret asked, padding Margaret's head. "What do you feel about him? Don't you like Mr. Ben stokes?"

Before Margaret could reply, Bobby breezed in speaking. "Aunt, isn't this obvious? We love each other." "Hah, and who is this Mr. Ben Stokes here, anyway?" he scoffed, trying to throw a tantrum at his aunt.

"Shut up! I'm not asking you." Mia Bradford retorted back harshly. "And also wait patiently, your turns will come soon. Little girl, speak out whatever is in your mind and heart. Whatever you say, you will still be our sweet daughter."

Finally, her words completely calmed Margaret down. "Mom, I have been ignoring my feelings for a long time, thinking that someday it will gradually die down. But it keeps growing inside me. Now, I can't deny my truest feeling for him." Margaret spoke out mind, gradually getting bolder and bolder with her words. "For me, Bobby is not only a loving brother. He is someone who grew up with me, my childhood playmate, a cherished brother and also I like him as a man. No, I'm madly in love with him all this time. I can't imagine a day without him by my side. Furthermore, I am a greedy person for still wanting to be your daughter after all this time."

Mia hugged her tightly, patted her on the back, and said chuckling, "You are wrong, darling. Jeremy and I always love you and will always be. And you will always be our good cherished daughter. So stop thinking any of those unimportant thoughts and just follow your heart." And she whispered in her ear, "I can't say about Jeremy but I'm rooting for your relationship since a long time ago."

"Ah, you knew about us?!" Margaret exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey, girl, don't give me that look? Have you forgotten who raised you both? I'm your mother." Mia Bradford explained, reminiscing their past with a smile over her face. "Actually, it's really hard raising four babies all by myself. Your dad is always away. And also, how troublesome your twin big brothers were, they are always clumsy and nasty, causing trouble every minute until they left us for good."

There was laughter among the three inside the mess hall as they recalled the twin brothers who really were true sons of Mia and Jeremy.

Mia Bradford further explained. "It has long been clear to me, ‌you two were fated to be together, long before you two realized you were in love with each other... (Please stay tuned...)