I stared at my phone, not knowing whether or not to answer his call. I was still annoyed at him. But, I couldn't be annoyed for too long cause he was definitely the only one I liked, and the only one that liked me too.
After so much hesitation, I finally picked it.
"Sup babe?" He greeted me as soon as I picked up..
"Hi." I replied coldly, wanting him to know I was still annoyed.
"Darling..." He called. "Are you still annoyed? Huh?"
"Speak up. I'm busy." I retorted as I rolled my eyes in irritation.
"Ok. Ok. Can I meet you today?" He asked.
I sighed and swallowed a bit. "I'm sorry, I'm quite busy. I've got things to do ok?"
"Oh then. So when can we talk?"
"Maybe tomorrow. I guess."
We were quiet for a while and he finally spoke, "Bye then." He said as he hung up.
I blinked away the tears that welled in my eyes, and hit my hands against my chest, trying to hide my pain. I was still so devastated. The embarrassment I faced that day was one no girlfriend could ever forgive her man for. But, I had no choice than to forgive him. It wasn't like I had anyone else to support me aside from him.
I grabbed my purse and the bag my mom threw at me, and stepped out of my room. Walking gently on the stairs, I narrowed my eyes a bit to see who was sitting in the living room with my parents.
"Here she is." My mom stated as she sauntered to me.
"What?" I asked confusingly.
She grinned at me and held my arms, like a true and loving mother. "Mia." She called calmly. "Why don't you come and relax a bit? You don't always have to trouble yourself with all this stuff. You can go on this errand some other time."
I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what was making her act nice. I was pretty sure something was wrong with her. "What's wrong with you ma?" I was forced to ask.
She giggled and left my arm, turning to face me directly. "Wrong?" She asked as her facial expression changed totally. She frowned and clenched her teeth against each other. "I need you to act cool right now. If you mess this up, I'll kill you. I promise." She muttered quietly.
I seriously hated this woman. Why was she threatening me now?
I tightened my fingers into a fist and bit my cheek from the inside. What a bad mother I had. Forcing me to pretend like she was?
She grabbed me as we traipsed to the living room. My dad sat on a chair opposite to the lady who was around, sipping from his cup of tea. I flared my nose in disgust of how pretentious my parents could be.
I glanced at the woman, and immediately observed her. I was pretty sure I had seen her before.
"Hi Mia. If I'm not mistaken?" She greeted me.
"Hi." I responded with a small smile. A really fake one.
"Can you please have your seat?" She asked calmly.
"Oh, I'd love to but I--" I said, but my mum interrupted.
"Definitely. She'll sit. I've told her to stop worrying about these errands, but she's so amazing that she always wants to do all the work." She said as she let out a fake chuckle.
I turned to her and gave her a fake smile too. I was so sad that I could even cry. For a moment, I wished she was really like that. How could she even threaten me to act too? I was sure she was going to get something out of it.
"Oh, that's great." The lady said, and I turned back to her, plastering a pretentious smile across my face. "It's a great thing to be hardworking you know?"
"Yes ma'am." I replied.
"Ok dear, will you have your seat now?" She asked again.
I smiled, and stuttered, "Ok ma'am."
I glimpsed at my mum and sat on the couch my dad was sitting on. He acted all gentle and cool. He even smiled as I sat.
"So..." The lady started to speak, grasping my attention to her. "Do you remember me?" She asked.
"Err, you look quite familiar but I just can't recall where I've seen you." I told her.
"Hmm." She said and she clasped her hands against each other. "That's not surprising though. You were younger then."
"Oh." I got uncomfortable by our borung conversation.
"Well..." She grinned a little. "I was the one who visited you at the hospital, five years ago, when you were sick for some reason."
"Oh. I remember that." I sounded rueful. I didn't like that memory at all. My parents caused the affliction that day. They troubled me and hit me to the point I almost died. They were the only reason I was ever admitted to a hospital, not even from a sickness. They were the reason for the downfall at all intervals in my life. But thanks to Drake, I cared less about them and focused more on loving myself. I couldn't let some impassioned people like them ruin me completely.
"That's good then." She said.
"It's nice to have you here. Do you mind eating something?" I suggested, although I wasn't interested in oa conversation with her.
"No." She replied with a smile, and folded her legs across each other. "I only came here for a reason."
I spotted my mom, and observed her. She was giving me a deadly stare, a really threatening one. I wondered what was going on now. She was glaring at me for something I knew nothing about. She asked me to play her annoying game along with her, and I was sure I was doing that. So, she had no reason to give me such a dirty look.
I rolled my eyes at her and turned back to the lady. "What reason?" I asked as I kept my pretence on track.
"First," she proceeded to say. "I'm Linda. Linda Lorenzo."
"You're Spanish?" I asked.
"No." She giggled. "I married a Spanish. But I'm a US base. And he's late though."
"Oh, sorry for that."
"No problem at all. It's been a while."
I tapped my feet impatiently and bit my tongue softly. I was tired of this unnecessary discussion. I needed to go on the errand my mom had asked me to, so I could head for work. I was so sure my boss would definitely curse at me for coming late.
"Well..." She sighed. "You seem like you are in a hurry. Let me go straight to my reason for having to come here."
"It's not that ma'am. I also need to get to work." I mentioned it to her.
I turned to my mom. She still gave me a cold look, a more intense one. She was also gesticulating about something, using her eyes, but I didn't understand her. I turned from looking at her, trying to ignore her completely.
"So what's the reason you've come here ma'am?" I asked, impatient.
"I'm from the Norman's." She informed me.
I gaped at her and moved my lips without uttering a word. I was so amused. How could a Norman be at my tiny house? Maybe she was speaking of a different Norman.
"You're sure? I mean...how's that even possible?" I was finally able to speak after a short silence.
"Yes." She said as she giggled. "I told you I came for a reason."
"So...?" I remained impatient.
"Would you let her speak?" My mum finally cried. I knew she'd utter some word soon. She looked more than frustrated already. She really had a problem with me at all times. She also hated it when anyone liked me.
"Mia dear." Linda called, causing me to gaze at her again.
She sighed and looked quite hesitant. She seemed like she was going to take an exam and was nervous she would fail it.
I furrowed my brow in annoyance. Everyone around me seemed to be acting weird. My mom kept her glare and my dad wore a serious look.
"I want you to get married to my nephew." Linda finally stated.
I raised an eyebrow at her, sensing that something was wrong with her. I was sure of it.
I stared at her, not being able to say anything. Maybe she was joking or something. How could she state something that dumb?I chuckled nervously, and at the same time furiously. "You're such a joker, ma'am." I said.She furrowed her eyebrows like she was confirmed, "Joker? I don't get you," she signaled to me."Yep. A joker." I stood up from the couch, and creased my arms across my chest.My mum let out a shaky and obvious fake laughter, and started to walk to me. 'Mia dear. She's not joking." She said.She stood in my front, her fake smile disappearing instantly. "Do not speak!" She threatened in a whisper, amidst clenched teeth.I tried to resist the urge to speak back to her and
I sauntered on the quiet street, helpless and tired. My day was a really terrible one. It was probably one of the worst days in my entire life.I spotted a side bench by the corner of the street, and traipsed to it. I needed to relax. My mind needed to get rid of my sad and horrific thoughts, but it just couldn't.I sat on the bench gently, and began to recall what happened earlier.I had decided to ignore the errand my mom asked me to go for. My parents wasted my time enough, so I needed to get to work first. When I got to work, my boss was already waiting for me at the doorstep. And as soon as he spotted me coming, he walked to me and started to curse at me, as usual. To be sincere, I didn't feel a bit of sadness because I was so used to that already. I tried to plead, but it didn't work out.He embarrassed me so badly that I regretted the fact that I went to work. I
I stared at them as they kissed intensely. I could hardly state anything. I wasn't sure if I was really seeing what I was seeing. They didn't even notice I was standing there for about three minutes already. I was really broken. The Drake I knew could never do such. I trusted him so much."Ok babe. Get your bra off or I'll strip it immensely." He stated as he pulled away from their tremendous kiss, and started unbuttoning his shirt. What an idiot he was He was so deep in his romance that he couldn't even notice me."Drake." I managed to call softly.I couldn't even think for a moment. I wasn't sure I was still alive. I didn't feel human. My sense was numb. It seemed like my brain disappeared and my skull was filled with cobwebs and dusts. Words could not explain my emotions. For a moment, I wished I was dead so I wouldn'
LINDAI glanced through the pictures of some damsels on my phone as I sipped from my cup of coffee. I was so screwed up with finding a bride for my nephew, Ace. It was really frustrating already. Mia was my last hope, although I didn't like her that much. She was somewhat rude and unfriendly even though her parents were so nice. I liked her at first but she didn't act all cool.I stood up from my bed and dropped my phone on the side table in frustration, heading to my bathroom to take a shower. I tried resisting the urge to tell my sis I was tired of looking for a bride for her son. It was only getting me worked up.She was so intense in it and it irritated me. I wondered how anyone could still think of an arranged marriage. But well, I couldn't blame her. Her son was a terribly cold man.I knew
"Rude?" I asked as I creased my arms across my chest. "I'm speaking the truth you know?""Who the heck are you?!" She hollered, still in between clenched teeth."You don't need to know who I am." I was so indifferent to her. "Don't yell at me, ok?""Why shouldn't I?" She asked sharply. "How is killing myself even your problem?"I glared harder, literally furious at the fact that she ought to be thanking me for saving her life. Did she think she was some kind of cartoon character who could be saved at any time? We were speaking of “death” here!"You know what? I think I made a mistake by saving you from drowning." "Yeah, you did," she bit out. "Alright." I scrunched my nose, getting more irritated by the attitude she was giving me. Not thinking further, I reached for her waist, and shove her into my arms. "I'll throw you back in there," I announced. . "W—what? Leave me! You idiot! What the heck is wrong with you? How can you drop me in the water?" She cried, hitting her hands against
I rolled on my bed uncomfortably. I didn't know what the fuck was obstructing my sleep but it was literally frustrating."Arrgh!" I grumbled as I sat up. "What the heck is wrong with this bed?"I yawned and tugged my pillow against my chest, turning to my side clock."Oh my gosh!" I cried as I jumped from my bed. "10:00am?!"My parents were definitely going to kill me. I was sure my mum had done the chores and was planning to hit and trouble my ass.I jumped from my bed and gadded to my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and pressing a paste against it.I stared at myself in the old three feet mirror in my bathroom. I indeed looked terrible, as Linda had stated the day before. My eyes were swollen even though I didn't cry that much. I only cried when I was on that asshole arm. My hair was in such a mess that if a child saw me, he'd definitely think I was a zombie or something.I
"Saturday?!" I exclaimed as I stood from my seat. "That's in two days time. How is that even going to be possible?""Oh my dear." Mrs Norman said. "I understand that you think this is close but I need you to also understand that this needs to be done so soon.""But why?" I asked. "I mean, why the rush? We've got enough time.""Are you interested in this or not?" Ace stated, causing me to turn to him."I--I..." I tried to speak but my dad caught me in."The thing is that she's so worried about the expenses. That's it." He stated and let out a shaky chuckle.My parents, dumbest human in the world. All they cared for was money. They didn't even care about my feelings. How could they agree to get their daughter married to a random person who proposetwo days ago? I didn't expect less though."Oh, the money." Mr Norman finally spoke. "We understand that you guys don't hav
I stepped into my closet, dropping my towel on its holder and slipping on a grey sweat pants, together with a silky, black, tank top. I walked out of the closet and sauntered to my bed.My day was so frustrating. It was 7:00pm, but, I decided to sleep. All of Ace's threat were ringing in my mind. I didn't know how dangerous he was. But from my observation, he seemed really dangerous. Even his mother was scared of him. What the fuck?I dunked into my bed and swung my duvet across my body. I stared at the ceiling and meditated on my next step. I only had a night to decide. I didn't know whether to stop the wedding or not. I wondered what was going on in Ace mind. It was better to not start something that would be unable to be stopped.I thought for a while and finally made my decision. The wedding was gonna be called off. At least it was only recently planned. A lot of guest couldn't have been invited already though.