"Are you ready?" Daddy asked when we got in the car.
I don't know if I'm ready, I don’t know if I will be able to smile at my mom thinking about the pain she caused leaving us. I don't know... If I could.
"I think so..." I just looked out the window when the car commenced.
Today, we are going to meet my mom. And dad still wants me to talk to mommy, like the old times mommy is my favorite to talk to, the one who I want to sleep next to, and the one who I want to be informed about my dilemmas. My favorite person in my whole life, but she's the first one who broke my heart. The one who left me just to be with the other family.
Sometimes I thought that she didn't like me so she left and looked for someone else. Sometimes I also doubt her love. If she really loved me, me, and daddy, or did she really consider me a child. Lots of questions, but I don’t know if I’ll get the right answers.<
The next day, I informed dad that I'm going to sleep here at Aisie's house. I also sent him a message that I will spend the night later because there was an event at school, and I am glad that he still let me to, even if I make him disappointed because of my actions. I thought daddy wouldn't reply to me but he replied, saying 'take care' and 'I love you'. I just smiled and realized that he still cares for me even though I did that, I lost my respect for her.I woke up at ten o'clock and the gown was delivered here at Aisie's house, exactly nine o'clock, she said. That girl is full of positivity and always thinking that she might be the chosen Mrs. Claus and maybe Mr. Claus is said to be her lifetime partner. I just rolled my eyes because of her exaggeration.Aisie's imagination is really something.I’m also grateful to be here with Aisie. She knew I had a problem and she had witnessed my destruction yesterday, but
I blinked several times because of the closeness of our faces. I can even smell his manly perfume, which I seemingly thought he had bathed himself in the perfume because of the fragrance."Ehem." In an instant, I was estranged from Xalent because of my good friend. Goodness!"I-I'm sorry," I said, and I didn't know if I was going to walk or not, as if I was glued to where I stood because of his presence. Shit!He smiled and held out his hand. "May I?"I just reached out his hand, and he hung my hand on his arm. I can still see Aisie on the side, smiling like a fool. Furthermore, I, on the other hand, was anxious because of the impulsive beats of my heart, as if I was going to have a heart attack because of the extreme nervousness I was feeling.Shit! Am I doing it right? Maybe, I look like a fool.When we entered, I was amazed at how well they designed the ve
A wine that tastes sweet is rare, but the bitterness kind of wine is common. The temporary burning sensation in your throat down to your senses brings you an ecstatic feeling. But those are just temporary emotions. As the daughter of a winery owner and the CEO for almost 10 years, I'm too eager to make a wine that tastes sweet, something that will let you feel that life isn't that bitter anyway. But how can I make it if my life itself is not that vibrant? My feelings are the reflection of every formula I make…that's why sometimes it becomes bland, tasteless. I heaved a sigh as I slammed the door shut and lazily sat on the swivel chair. Confused at everything, I almost smacked the keyboard with my sweaty hand. “I only used you, Lushiane.” My head is spinning, remembering those words is like a deep slash of pain by a thousand knives. Leaving me back to my darkest days when no one is there to light up my mood and mend my broken heart. Do you know how it feels when you are una
I can tell that...in my life, wine is everything. When the spoon clinks against the wine glass in a vast room, everyone's attention will be caught and the toast shall be made to wish goodwill for all who are in the hall. Dad explained that we should cherish wine because a perfect gathering cannot be attained without it. To be honest, I don't appreciate wine because I often believe that it will make me intoxicated for just an hour, yet the misery we have will remain in our hearts. Although, I'm not quite certain if wine can really get us drunk. Maybe a hard one will do? But surely, alcohol can do it. At a young age, I am already surrounded by the bottle of wines—a collection rather. Well, what do you expect from the owner of the widest winery here in Voloska, France? Dad loves collecting the bottle of wines in each flavor we have manufactured. On a serious note, I only crave his full attention for me, as his daughter, rather than working hard with our wines. I always have this dream
I watched the waiter as he served me the food that I ordered. "Enjoy your meal, Miss," he said and bowed. I just let out a slight smile at him.That substitute teacher of ours made me hungry so I'm gonna take my lunch here at a Chinese restaurant down the school alley. My tongue craves for xiaolongbao, some mooncakes, and green tea. I'm not Chinese or what. I began loving those dishes because of being a Chinese drama fan, especially with their historical dramas. Also, the food that our cafeteria offers makes me a little bit unhappy. I want to eat a fresh one. I'm so sick of some food processed every day at school. I picked out the pocketbook in my backpack because I wanna read while devouring these dishes. The ambiance of the restau is quite relieving with the composure of performers who are currently playing the traditional instruments of China. Seeing the couples around me somehow made me bitter. They're in their own world when they kiss, hug, smile, and feed each other. On the o
I can't focus on the lesson now that my friend is constantly peeping at the window, she's throwing off my mind and I couldn't discern what she's trying to imply by telling me the same name that I heard with the girls at the comfort room earlier. A sudden noise echoed in the school grounds which caught my interest, and there I saw a flock of students facing the stage, holding up some banners and balloons. What's with them? Is there a popular boy band who will perform? Curiosity envelops me, hoping to know what's with the event and wild crowds. I turned my gaze to my friend, her sparkling green eyes kinda annoyed me when she gawked at the window. This girl is attentive to any happenings on this campus, while I don't have any idea. Aisie is enthralled to the point that she's already clutching my arm badly. "Aisie, it hurts," I whispered and pulled my arm away from her. She apologized to me but persisted to let her eyes settle on the window. Should I volunteer to change our seats? It'
The brunette girl tiptoed and kissed our sub on his lips?! My eyes aren't deceiving me, right? I didn't know that this guy preferred girls who are a year younger than him, with a busty peach and big watermelons. I peeked at my chest. They aren't that large, but who cares?!Well, I will not be surprised by that because boys will be boys. He got that gorgeous face of him. The proof that girls swarm at him. Probably he is like someone who's addicted to a…you know, "sexy time". Or am I being judgemental here? Nevertheless, they are such a pain in my ass. Aren't they aware that they are smooching right in front of our campus? Is that really how teens should act? Some juniors were eyeing them as they passed by. Yet, they didn't mind about it! "Mister Gardoz, let's go," I said irritably when I felt that the car's engine wasn't starting. I'm getting pissed for unexplainable reasons. All I wanted is to leave this kind of erot*c scenery. This is the moment where I wish that I become blind, no
It's already dawn, yet I still can't get him off my head. Every time I try to shut my eyes, all I can see is his eyes, smile, and everything about him! But of all people, why does it need to be him…the substitute teacher I dislike the most?! Like, are you kidding me? I even asked Aisie why she didn't inform me that the man named Xalent was actually the graduating scholar whom I encountered that humiliating day! Then that girl only answered that she assumed that I already knew him. Like, when did I care about other people, huh? I don't even know some of our classmates. When I figured it out, I almost made a scene at his busking session because I'm trying to shove the crowd just to get away from there. Even though some are already bringing a fuss about it, I didn't dare to talk back with them. The last thing I want to see is that annoying face again! I knew it, my interest in that voice will remain that way. Why does his voice sound gentle when he starts singing while his personality
I blinked several times because of the closeness of our faces. I can even smell his manly perfume, which I seemingly thought he had bathed himself in the perfume because of the fragrance."Ehem." In an instant, I was estranged from Xalent because of my good friend. Goodness!"I-I'm sorry," I said, and I didn't know if I was going to walk or not, as if I was glued to where I stood because of his presence. Shit!He smiled and held out his hand. "May I?"I just reached out his hand, and he hung my hand on his arm. I can still see Aisie on the side, smiling like a fool. Furthermore, I, on the other hand, was anxious because of the impulsive beats of my heart, as if I was going to have a heart attack because of the extreme nervousness I was feeling.Shit! Am I doing it right? Maybe, I look like a fool.When we entered, I was amazed at how well they designed the ve
The next day, I informed dad that I'm going to sleep here at Aisie's house. I also sent him a message that I will spend the night later because there was an event at school, and I am glad that he still let me to, even if I make him disappointed because of my actions. I thought daddy wouldn't reply to me but he replied, saying 'take care' and 'I love you'. I just smiled and realized that he still cares for me even though I did that, I lost my respect for her.I woke up at ten o'clock and the gown was delivered here at Aisie's house, exactly nine o'clock, she said. That girl is full of positivity and always thinking that she might be the chosen Mrs. Claus and maybe Mr. Claus is said to be her lifetime partner. I just rolled my eyes because of her exaggeration.Aisie's imagination is really something.I’m also grateful to be here with Aisie. She knew I had a problem and she had witnessed my destruction yesterday, but
"Are you ready?" Daddy asked when we got in the car.I don't know if I'm ready, I don’t know if I will be able to smile at my mom thinking about the pain she caused leaving us. I don't know... If I could."I think so..." I just looked out the window when the car commenced.Today, we are going to meet my mom. And dad still wants me to talk to mommy, like the old times mommy is my favorite to talk to, the one who I want to sleep next to, and the one who I want to be informed about my dilemmas. My favorite person in my whole life, but she's the first one who broke my heart. The one who left me just to be with the other family.Sometimes I thought that she didn't like me so she left and looked for someone else. Sometimes I also doubt her love. If she really loved me, me, and daddy, or did she really consider me a child. Lots of questions, but I don’t know if I’ll get the right answers.
The next day, Aisie came to me early and reminded me that we were leaving at three o'clock to the shop of a well-known designer of gowns. I was sleepy when she arrived here at six in the morning, and she really disturbed sleep. I didn't want to face her, but she sprinkled water in my face that makes me so irritated that is why I just woke up even though I wanted to hit her with my lampshade.She said that she was tired of waiting for the time at their house, and she didn't have anyone to talk to there so she just decided to come here. I just rolled my eyes because of what she was saying, she just didn't want to admit that she's too excited.I bring her out of my room and told her to just wait in the living room because I was going to take a bath and she had nothing else to do in my room. It's better that she's just downstairs and watched, she's also used to it, sometimes she doesn't get my permission for her to watch Netflix downstairs.
Today is Friday and I didn’t come out of the classroom yesterday even though I was so hungry, I endured everything just so I couldn’t see him and couldn’t remember again the embarrassment that happened because of my shameless post. But now... Now I won't hide anymore.Why should I hide? And who am I hiding from? I shook my head because of my question that seemed like I was just fooling myself.Aisie teased me yesterday because of my post and what Xalent said and I'm really irritated, I don't know if it's because I'm just annoyed or embarrassed, maybe it's the same. I was about to hit Aisie in the face with my bag so that she stopped talking, and will regain back myself. Also, I didn't felt the presence of Xalent yesterday so it was really good, I was able to breathe easily because of it.But one of my concerns is the upcoming Sunday because I will finally meet again my mom, but can I do it? Maybe, when
"What do you want?" I asked and withdrew my elbow he was holding.Even though I look calm, I still can't change the fact that I'm feeling so nervous right now. It was as if my heart was the only thing I could hear at these moments. You are giving me the highest intensity of yourself, Xalent. I'm going crazy because of you and I don't know how to regain myself back from being a normal being.He licked his lips. "You," he said and leaned over to my side."You're kidding me, right?"Instead of answering, he just kept his eyes on nothingness, looking so serious, but when I started to walk, he followed. I heave a sigh at what he did because I could not understand him. He was so vague and seemed like he was just playing with me because of what he was doing."Look... I'm sorry.""Huh? Why are you apologizing to me?" I gripped the strap of my bag tightly. "Than
My sight travels along with his whole image in front of me. And suddenly, I felt my cheeks burn when I realized that his physique is improving, he becomes gorgeous as hell, and his hair is a little bit messy. What the hell! Maybe it is very unusual for me to see him this close, that is why my heart is throbbing.Relax, Lushiane. Don’t worry too much because you might be ignored."A-ah... Hi!" I stuttered in greeting because of his smirk.I was suddenly felt the urged to slap no mouth because it's starting to tremble."Bye," he said goodbye and ran away. I felt that he's ignoring me, looking like he doesn't know me.What's up with him? Is he mad at me? But why? I like to thank him for what he did. But I was really embarrassed and had nothing to say when we were face to face. What should I do?"Gosh! Xalent looks gorgeous as hell!" I was bewildered by wha
"Bye, bro!" I said to Dienvel and then waved as if he was too far away from me.I'm here at the airport to watch my best friend leave our country. I don’t know if I will cry or laugh because of the way he looks. He looks crazy because he is wearing the mint green sunglasses I gave him. I feel like he looks gay with it! Imagine, a muscular like him wearing a light color. He's so cute, and I want to pinch his cheeks until they turned red. Damn!"Come on! Hug me," he said frowning, I just laughed and shook my head because of his behavior.Sometimes he's acting like a boy, like now.I just hugged him and gave him a peck on his cheek, then we heard the announcement that passengers that will fly to New Zealand should check in now, so he finally said goodbye to me and left. I also left the airport and went straight to school. It's busy now, it's a good thing that the man's flight is at five in the mor
A month has passed and a lot has also changed. For a month now, I have been avoiding staring at him and avoiding colliding. My cousin had also returned to Manhattan and days from now, Dienvel will be going back to New Zealand for Christmas, and I had no choice but to stay at home, sometimes occasionally hang out with Aisie.After that day, I decided to forget everything. Forget that I met Xalent because nothing will happen to me when it keeps feeling like it. I might just go crazy because of him."Lushiane!" I turned to Aisie as she gasped as she approached me. It was as if the serial killer was chasing her because of her behavior."Why?""Help me. I will clean the comfort room! My goodness."My eyebrows rose. "Then? Why should I help you? I will just support you cleaning, you should not drag me to your hobby because you won't die cleaning the comfort room."