1 Unusual tea

4:07 PM on 26 February

A young man who will be turning seventeen cranky grunted when they arrived in front of a high gate, waiting for someone to open the gate for their car to get in. A woman sitting in the back seat turns her head and smiles at the young man sitting beside her. "How are you feeling there, sweetie?" she said kindly to greet him, but the young man who got a kindly greeting didn't feel that way.

"Great, mom." He answered snappily.

Jean Keane is the name of the young man, and he is not excited about the plan for his birthday party this year because they will celebrate it at his grandmother's house; he'll guarantee that there's no music, his friends, and the first of his alcohol to be watched by everyone. It's not fun, it's not fun, bored, and that's why Jean feels annoyed when he knows they will celebrate his birthday with his grandmother and grandfather, far away enough from the metropolis.

A man with a friendly face came to them and opened the gate made of sturdy steel, then gave them a hospitality greeting before pleased them to come in with their car to go through the yard. It feels weird; everyone it's not usually waiting for them at the terrace every time they visit the Mansion. Jean's eyes observe suspiciously the bunch of people standing in front of the terrace with their eyes pointed to the car he and his family are riding.

Regard every face seems to wait for them indeed, his eyes are not familiar with those faces who are welcoming him and his family with their slight smile also deep bows. Who are they? Am I should celebrate my birthday with those people? Who is strangers and seems to be not funny at all? Stiffy people? Great, this will be the worst birthday party ever. Jean does a disappointed monologue.

"Is he my Jean, right?" A lady greets him while getting closer to Jean, her eyes looking straight at him like those eyes are observing and checking everything on his body. "You look so fine, and everything looks so fine as it should be." She said, and it made Jean scowl. His face looks confused about what she said.

That's a weird sentence.

7:33 PM

He swears to god, he doesn't want to do anything after taking his dinner with weird nuance a while ago, he doesn't really know, but maybe it's because he feels disappointed about his birthday party or today is an odd day indeed. He laid his body on the bed while playing with his cell phone, and damn, all his friends were mocking him. Jean clicked his tongue before putting his cell phone randomly around the bed.

A squeaking sound from the door opened successfully dispersed his peevish. There his mother came out with a relaxing smile she put on her face. "Hey, why are you being that lazy here? Don't you want to chat with your grandpa and granny, hm?" she asked.

Jean got up from his laid-on bed and changed his position into sitting lean on the head bed, and he gave his attention to his mother, who sat on the edge of the bed. "You know, tonight is the irritate night ever. I will be turning seventeen in a couple of hours, and what you all do to celebrate is nothing?" he said, regretting this day is happening. "I prefer my birthday party celebration with my friends at a cheap street chicken restaurant." He grumbled forward, and his mother chuckled to respond to it.

"This will be the big night, sweetie, you have to be ready, my dear son will be turned seventeen, that's your first incredible achievement!" she said to reply and calm her sulky son because his birthday will not be as expected.

"Mom, the way you talk is like granny now." He said, and then he put back on his cell phone.

The reason why his mother went to his room is to try inviting him to have a good conversation with his grandmother and grandfather because Jean doesn't want to disappoint his parents, and he accepts the invitation. And there is he now, in the living room in the house of grandfather and grandmother that's neither called an ordinary house, they have an occupancy like a Mansion, but it's not that conspicuous. It seems like an old grey building. Still, it feels pleasant enough when in it.

Jean frowned when his olfactory found the drink for him seemed different enough. The scent of his tea smells not like usual tea. "Hm... it does not look like a cup of tea for me." He said skeptically, and his eyes swept at all the faces in front of him in this room; grandfather, grandmother, and his mother and father.

"You don't think you won't drink it, right, my dear Jean? You know that's rude." The grandmother said to respond to what Jean said.

"But this is not tea. The scent smells suspicious. Of course, I wouldn't drink it." He replied, concur what his grandmother said, and then put the cup of something he's held before to the table.

"You will drink it soon." The grandmother said, looking so sure about it. Jean tilted his head while staring at her, who was cackling at him now.

They act so strangely. Jean does a monologue.