"Should I sign it now?" I ask with a smile.
Surprise is evident in their faces as they look at me with wide eyes and parted lips. I smile even more hiding the disappointment in my eyes. I try to look happy, excited and cheerful as much as possible to make it believable that I am not against to it. I already decondition myself with the choices they given to me. I already created a list of counter measures in every situation that might possible to happen and this is one of it- forcing me to marry Silvanus Rivvero in a nice way they could.
There's no point of saying no. For a year depending myself with everything that they told me, I learn to know what to do and not. Saying 'no' is not acceptable for them. I need to be the daughter they wanted me to be, I need to be someone they expecting me to be. They are the one who limit me, this house limits me. And I am taking a break from it by marrying Silvanus Rivvero. Perhaps I could figure out which one is real and not about my
What is the simple and peaceful kind of life? I wasn't sure, honestly. The moment I woke from a coma not remembering anything even my name- that's when I lost to define what does life is all about. I don't know anything about myself and that feeling is sucks. Every day of my life- it feels like I am on a guessing game trying to get familiar with the things around me.But for a year, not even just once I feel familiar with the things my family told me except Silvanus Rivvero. Of all the things they told me I used to do, of all the people they introduce me that I knew, only Silvanus Rivvero- he's the only person I felt familiar with.Despite being a stranger to myself, I thought that will be alright. I have a very supportive family. A loving mother, a cool father, and a very overly protective brother. They taught me everything about myself. I thought that will be alright. I thought that is enough for me to live a simple and happy life. I thought I wouldn't need my memori
Telling the truth is much easier than telling a lie. Once you tell the truth, you don't need to memorize a line, you don't need to memorize a made-up story. But why do people still choose to lie? When they already know that secrets always come out, lies will always reveal by the truth. No matter how careful you are, you will still get caught. What you kept in darkness, will always unveil by the light.My grip tightens on the knife I'm holding, and I slowly lift my gaze, staring myself into the full-length mirror inside my room. A creep smile form on my lips seeing the blood-stained on my right cheek.They say people are born good or evil. But little did they know that people can be both good or evil..."He has arrived," informed by someone that I really know, behind me.My eyes went cold and my feet find their way towards the balcony. I open the glass door and the cold night breeze welcomes me. My ears suddenly become sensitive to the sounds of nature mad
Sammia Avileigh's Point Of ViewI roamed my eyes around, amazed by the crowds of people that my eyes can reach. They were passing right in front of me and it always feels strange when someone smiles at me although it's been seven months since I start socializing again and did the things that I used to do.I must say that I am finally recovered from the tragic accident that happens in my life. The scar of that accident is still buried inside me but those happy memories of the present help me cope and continue my life despite being incomplete without having the memories of my 23 years of existence.I smile and shut my eyes close while shaking my head, shrugging off the thoughts about my forgotten memory. I shouldn't think about it again. I shouldn't feel incomplete because my family is giving their best to deal with me."Avi sweetheart!" I drag back to my reverie when I heard Mom called me.I turn around
I'M catching my breath while clutching my chest. A pang of pain inside my chest won't leave me. My heart seems pricked by thousands of needles because of this sudden pain that I've never experienced before.What's happening to me?I shut my eyes close while crumpling the fabric of my blanket, seeking something to hold that can give me strength to endure this undeniable pain. But my breath hitched when I heard the screeching sound of wheels followed by a loud explosion inside my head.Bullets of sweat roll down to my forehead when I open my eyes. I am breathing heavily while trying to analyze what just happen to me."W-What was that?" I mumble to myself, trying to calm my breathing when suddenly I heard the door of my room open that made me flinch in surprise."Good morning sweetie" Mom energetically greeted me.I saw her big smile when my gaze landed on her face. She spread her both arms and advance her step towards me. She envelops me with
'Aliano Silvanus Rivvero, you need to kill him. Remember that...'I gasp and took a step back, my body suddenly went cold while my hand starts to tremble while holding this note. I suddenly couldn't process the words I'm seeing. I knew how to read, but my brain tended to went blank because of being in denial. It's funny that I suddenly become not sure there are that many words in the language I'm using.Who made this note? Why there is something like this here? Is this some kind of a tricked? If it is, how could someone make a note like this? This is not a joke. We are talking Aliano Silvanus Rivvero here, the man that I am supposed to marry. I still can remember how my mother always mention him to me since I woke up after the accident. He is always the center of our conversation, reminding me that he is the man of my dreams.But why something like this existed?I mentally shake my head and examine the note. Every stroke of the letters is neat and clean a
My face went stoic with what he said and immediately push him away from me. A mocking grin plastered on his lips and I don't like the way he looks at me. His tall powerful frame is really manly that he needs to lower his head just to level my height. His handsome face is not new to me anymore, I already saw him in the picture. What I didn't expect from him is his arrogant attitude. How did I like this man? Aside from his looks, I don't think there is anything adorable about him. "You're flustered" he chuckles lowly "Almost the same reaction when you were just a kid" "I am not a kid anymore" He smirks "Oh sure you're not. I know you are more able to do adult stuff now" I creased my forehead. Is it I or there is really a secret message behind 'adult stuff' that he's talking about. "So innocent my sweet Sammia" he murmured grinning from ear to ear. I press my lips together. I couldn't find his humor funny. I think he's taunting me because
"Are you crazy?" I blurt out showing him my disgusted face. Does he think that I am just a figment of his imagination? Or does he think that I am someone who's just pretending to be Sammia? A single laugh escapes my lips while watching him giving me a sharp stare. I shake my head and cross my arm not wanting to be intimidated by him. This man is naturally intimidating in that he doesn't need to talk nor creased his forehead just be look rugged and rough. Everything about him screams with masculinity. His hard structure and tall powerful frame is hard to ignore- it feels like it's belittling me. He's too manly in my eyes that even he's giving me a threatening and stern look still I am praising him non-stop. "Why does everyone so surprise that I am Sammia?" I can't help to ask when he didn't say anything. "I am not surprised" he sternly corrected me "I am frustrated that you become-" he pauses and his brows furrowed while scanning me from head to toe an
"I never claimed that I know everything" I retorted although it's already late to say that because Akihiro is not in front of me anymore.I did not know what he's trying to imply with those hinted lines. Perhaps it was just his way to stirred my thoughts- but whatever it meant, I don't have much time to decipher it. What's important right now is my mother. I need to talk to my parents.I don't like Akihiro in the first place and I think the feeling is mutual, we don't really get along. But of course, both of us were constrained to be reasonably polite and respectful to each other. He's enduring my stubbornness because of my brother and I am trying my best to be casual for the sake of my mother and my recovery as well.I sigh mentally clutching the fabric of my blanket. I lean my back on the headrest of the bed waiting for my mother to come inside my room. I am expecting that my father is with her too. Alexander my brother is not here, he's been so busy lately at