Chapter No 7 In all luxurious life she likes Green

She was getting bored while sitting inside the room. She does not want to face him after what he said. She went down. She decided to go outside.

There was a huge garden outside. She has liked gardens since childhood. She once had one when she never moved to Canada. She took a deep breath. She was really fond of the plants. She walked towards the Garden it has many plants. Almost every kind of plant.

Hibiscus used her favorite. She smelled hibiscus and it brought her back to so many memories. The Garden needed a bit of attention; plants were drying out due to dehydration. She looked around and there was a water pitcher nearby. She fills it with water and gives water to every plant. The garden was too huge.

He parked the car in the parking lot and got out of the car. He heard water splash from the garden. He walked towards the garden. Matilda was pouring water on the plants. It has been years since someone nourished this garden. He looked at her.

After a while she felt his eyes. She looked in the direction where he was standing. “Well what are you looking at Mr. Easton? Help me,” she said loudly.

The water pitcher was big and she could not handle it when it was full. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the place where she was standing. He took the water Pitcher from her and started pouring water.

“Mr. Easton, Why don’t you give water to these poor plants, they all are drying out,” she said sadly. “They have long dried out,” he said in a tone that made her look at him but he was expressionless. He gave water to all plants in the garden.

“Mr. Easton, I found these from the green house” she said while showing him the package of plant seeds.

“I want them to grow in the garden if you give permission,” she said, smiling hesitantly.

“You can do it” she said shortly and turned to leave when she called him.

“Mr. Easton! I, I want you to help me” she said hesitantly. He looked at her confused and turned towards the house. She frowned, because she likes it when someone helps her in planting. After a while she was looking for equipment when she heard him.

“These are in the green house” she turned. He changed his clothes. He was wearing a light T-shirt and shorts. He looked attractive in those clothes too. She went towards the greenhouse to get some gardening equipment. After a while she came with tools.

They were growing sunflowers. He was quite good at gardening. “Mr. Easton, you know a lot about gardening” she said, smiling. He smiled in return. For the first time she saw him smiling.

“In your all house I love this Garden; in my all time I will not forget this” she said excitedly, he looked up at her. “You just like this garden?” he asked. “Yeah” she said shortly.

“I have spent a lot of dollars, even given her everything that the girl around me dies for and sells everything for but all she liked is this garden?” he thought.

She was not looking at him, she was digging the soil. The soil was a bit on her face. He raised his hand in order to clean that up. When he touched her skin they both felt electricity. She looked at him.

They almost have done the planting. He got up and turned to leave. “Mr. Easton?” he stopped. “Why you like to be mysterious?” she asked him.

“Because some things are good if they are mystery” he said in a deep voice and left. When she got up, there was a lot of soil over body. She cleaned that up and went ahead. She wanted to take a bath.

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It was almost evening, she was preparing dinner. She doesn’t know what he likes and she does not know how to cook Spanish food, so she cooked Pasta. He walked in the dinning when she was settling food on the table.

“Great, you are too great at pretending now you are making me food even angels believe in our love story,” he said laughing. She had never seen such a fake laugh. She rolled her eyes and then her phone started chiming. She went to pick it up, she stared at her back.

“Hey Ivan, Yeah I am fine, how is Patricia and Azalea, sorry I was unable to pick up, yeah I am in Spain” she said. “Did your arrogant boss get strict on you” he asked, annoyed.

“No he is fine” she said while looking at him from the corner of her eyes. “Okay Ivan will talk to you later. I am having dinner here” she said and hung up the phone. She went towards the table. Easton was sitting without eating.

“Mr. Easton? why are you not eating?” she asked him. “I was waiting for you” he said in a deep voice. “Waiting for me? He waited for me” she thought. “We don’t eat alone if there is someone else in the family home, it’s family tradition” he said in a deep voice.

She looked at him deeply. He looked so gentle at that time. She handed him the tray of pasta. After taking the spoon he looked at her. “What happened? Is it not good?” she asked him. He did not reply.

“Mr. Easton you don’t have to eat that if that’s not okay” she said while getting up from the chair. “No its awesome” he said in a deep voice. “You cook like my mum,” he said shortly. She stared at him. “Mrs Fanaggaen? No way is she too good” she said.

“It tastes like that” he said shortly.

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After doing dishes she went towards her room. She wanted to watch some movie. She chose to watch Romeo Juliet by Leonardo de Caprio. She turned it on and then decided to watch it with Easton. She went outside with laptop. He was not on the lawn. She called him. “Mr Easton? Are you home? Okay I am coming there,” she hung up the phone.

He was in his room. She knocked on the door. He was sitting on the bed. She walked slowly towards the bed. “What is Matilda?” he asked him. “I wanted to watch a movie so I decided to watch it with you” she said. “What movie” he shrugged. “Romeo and Juliet” she said.

“You want me to throw up?” he said while crossing his arms. “Why?” she asked hesitantly. “I hate the romance genre” he said shortly. “I don’t like it either but I really wanted to watch a movie so I decided this” she said.

“Okay let’s watch” he said shortly. She sits over the bed and they both start watching a movie. She really did enjoy it. End was a tragedy that made both of them bored.

“Told you I hate romance, it must show shit like this,” he said annoyed. She laughs. “I enjoyed it” she said and she got up.

“It was nice Mr. Easton” she said, smiling. But he was not listening, instead he was staring at the place where she was sitting. She looked at the place he was staring and the horror was in front of her eyes. The bed was bloody, she was on her periods.

Her expression turned horrible. He looked at her. She has no words to say. It was night and she had no tampons either. “I,I will clean this….” she said when he got up. He left the room. She never felt this embarrassed in her whole life. She took the sheet out, luckily the blood did not reach the bottom of the bed foam.

It was safe. She threw the sheet in the laundry and changed his bed sheet. She went out, he was nowhere. After a while she heard the car’s screech, she looked outside. He came out of the car. He came inside the house, he was holding a bag.

He gave it to her and walked up to his bedroom. She opened it, there were tampons in it. “How would you know?” she asked him. “We brought everything but not these” he said while climbing up the stairs. She looked at him and went inside her room.

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He got up and got down. He made his tea and now was sitting in front of the T.V. He was watching T.V. An hour has passed. He looked at the room where she was staying.

He ignored his feelings about her not being well. Another half hour passed. He looked again towards her room. “I will not care” he said to himself. He got up and went towards her room. After knocking, He heard her exhausted voice. “Come in”.

He goes in. She was lying on the bed. Her expression was painful. “What happened? Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah I am fine, I have just caught a cold that ’s why I am feeling pain” she said while holding lower stomach. He placed his hand over her hand. He got up and went outside. After a while he came with a cup of warm tea, “Drink it you might feel better,” he said.

He was sitting on the bed in front of her. She got up, exhausted. She took a sip. She really felt relieved. “Thanks Mr. Easton, this tea is really relieving” she said. “Don’t get up, you are not feeling well” he said with concern. She looked at him.

This Easton was totally different from the Easton she knows. “I am fine Mr. Easton relax” she said softly. He sits beside her for the whole day. “What you want to eat?” he asked her. “Mr. I will cook, you know I can’t eat anything from shops.

I have stomach issues,” she said sheepishly. “No, it’s all right, I will cook” he said in a deep voice. “He can cook?” she thought. He went outside. He left his phone which was continuously vibrating. She looked at his expensive phone and it was showing the name Natalie.

“Mr. Easton I have arranged everything so you can enjoy your vacations” it was a message from Natalie. After an hour he came with a tray in his hand. He had made a lot of things. “Mr. Easton you have made so many things” she said hesitantly. He silently puts food on the plate and gives it to her. She took the plate. She took a bite and it was so delicious.

“Mr. Easton, you cook so much, where did you learn that?” she asked. “From the cooking book in the kitchen” he shrugged. “What? you learn in an hour?” she asked, shocked. He shrugs. “He is a genius” she thought. “Now you are feeling better?” he asked him.

“Yeah much better” she replies. They were eating silently. She got up and wore her slippers. “Where are you going?” he asked her.

“I am going to washroom” she said awkwardly.

She went to the bathroom. Her phone started vibrating. He looked at it, it was voice mail. Out of curiosity, he played the voice message. “Matilda how on the earth are you? Did your arrogant boss kidnap you? You are not picking up my phone.

I am coming to Spain” a mainly voice surrounds the room. Matilda, who has just come out of the bathroom, heard the voice mail. She felt so embarrassed.

“Sorry Mr. Easton…..it’s my friend, he is being an idiot” she said hesitantly. He gave her phone in her hand and left the room without a word. “Ahhh Ivan you have to send me voice mail right now? He heard your shit. Oh Ghosh!” she said through voicemail.

She heard his car screech. She looked from the window and he was going somewhere.