" You okay now? Are you feeling better?" Mom looking at me worriedly. I nodded after I felt better. I sat on the chair infront of the big mirror while mom sat beside me."Something has happened, hasn't it?" She asked me again. This time I did not respond. I stared at my feet. Gladly she didn’t force me to answer her. After a while, I looked at her before I asked her."Am I spoiling the mood?" I know how hard it is for the whole family to prepare for this gathering and I have ruined it at the last minute making mom unable to enjoy it with them. She shook his head before answering. "No. You don't! They must be asking about you but I know how to answer it. Beside I know you won't be able to pretend like nothing happened if you continue on being in there." as she flicked my hair from shoulder to the back.I thought it was time for me to be frank with him telling him what was really going on even though it wasn’t the right place to chat.After I gathered my courage, I opened my mouth. " S
It all happened too fast. Just like Mr. Walker told me Alex is good at combating. It was a tough fight. Even Mr. Walker struggled to bring him down at the same time he trying not to do any destruction or break things in this house. I just stood there like a statue watching fights in real life. For the first time! Looks like in a movie.While the two men were struggling suddenly the mom's bedroom door swung opened before mom came out behind the door looking confused and shocked."Oh my God! What happening here? Who are you?" She screamed and then covered her mouth with her both hand. But the two big men were busy fighting in her house logically no one answered her question.It took her five minutes to notice I was there too standing in silence. She quickly walking to me. " Violet, what's going on here? " Mom threw questions at me. His voice was almost high -pitched. I swallowed and didn't know what to say. ‘Mom, that’s Mr Walker my boyfriend. Remember, I told you about him yesterday?
Mom seemed pensive thinking of something. " Do you know them? " I asked my mom. Mom nodded her head. "They're very well known people like the Walker. But it's better if you don't know them at all. Hopefully they won't bother us again." Said mom then she stood up walking towards the sink with an empty plate.I know mom doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. Mom always had a hard time when talking about dad’s family as if she didn’t want to remember the dark parts of her memory. Are they really that cruel?I have had that doubt in myself since long ago even though I was a child. What if they are not as mom says? What if it was just a misunderstanding between them? Is it possible that one day they will have a good relationship again? Could I have met them before!I sighed. There’s no point in urging mom to talk about it if it just makes her struggle to remember those bad memories. I feel bad for her. I don't know what she went through but she is a strong woman.The conversation ended jus
I looked at Mr. Walker from a distance as I stood on front porch while Mr. Walker was in the mom’s workshop, outside of the house. Believe it or not he fixed the small bench.How can he be good in everything he does? My jaw dropped when I saw with my own two eyes he tore off the leather fabric and replaced it with a new one. He did it as if that was one of his things.Does he have something he's bad at doing it. Must he need to know a quarter of things in this world work? It feels so unfair. God must have favour him so much.An hour ago mom had shown him her workshop. It’s a place where mom spends most of her time there doing woodwork. And mom said he could use it to fix the bench. A complete carpentry tool was ready for him to use. As soon as mom went back into the kitchen without delay he brought the small bench to the workshop. Carefully he removed the leather that wrapped the small bench.Placed it on the side before he disappeared into the small room and came out a few minutes l
"Baby, open the door now!" He threatened me. "No! I won't!" I shout back to him. Holding the doorknob with both of my hands. It was my fault for provoking him that made me miserable in this situation. Now I regret it.We were like this for almost half an hour until five minutes ago I didn't hear any sound from him. That makes me even more suspicious. Is he still there? Or is he already left? I tried to call his name."Zaer?" There was no response from him. "Babe? Are you still there?" The silence was very audible. Is he gone? ‘Maybe he's already gone. Maybe he's already in the house chatting with mom or maybe he's sitting on the couch now enjoying a freshly brewed coffee.'' Nah! He won't do that! Well, if I were him why would I stay after being bitten not once but twice. Plus, thank you for provoking him earlier.' It is the voice inside me.How could he? Just thinking about it makes me furious. Without thinking twice, I opened the door. "It can't be!" I muttered as I left the small
It feels like a fantasy. That's what I feel now. But all those butterfly feelings didn’t last long when all of a sudden I heard a voice as if gasped. We broke off our kiss and looked at where the sound was coming from and soon it was my turn to gasp.Mom stood at the entrance of the workshop while her hand was in her mouth. Her eyes widened after seeing our kiss scene a few minutes ago before turned and walked away. " Please continue." She shouted.And then I heard something fall. She must be bumped into something. This is so embarrassing. I feel like my face getting hotter than it was five minutes ago. With a palm on my face I screamed inwardly. Arghh …… this is so awkward! And I'm the only one feeling embarrassed right now while this man in front of me happily giggling. His face was also red but the definitely in different reason than mine. He tried her best to hold back his laugh."Shall we continue?" He moved closer to me bring his body closer to me again. I quickly stopped him,
I wish I could identify him during the first time we met. Or maybe find out all this before he can trick me and fall for his cunning plan. I sighed while still staring at him. He just stood there silently in front of me before he commented."No matter how many times we meet because I will still make sure you sign the contract and you will be my personal assistant no matter what! I know it sounds a bit harsh but I have to be honest with you. That was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life." He shrugged his shoulders when he spoke. I thought he was feeling guilty earlier but look at him now! He stood in front me with a victory look on his face.Should I feel relieved about it or displeased? I have lost my dream job. To be a graphic designer. Although I was able to be in that position for only one year but I was happy to be able to work on what I love.Create new ideas. Improve designs to make them more eyes catching. And sometimes turned it all over by starting from scratch.
"Because I've already made up my mind. Plus, you're my girlfriend and will be the next Mrs. Walker, so your place is right next to me. The place I can see you!"The next Mrs. Walker!? I swallowed. Does that mean he'll get down on one knee someday? Or he is proposing to me now. I frowned but my jaw dropped." Don't tell me you're surprised to hear that! " I nodded in response to his question. "I don't think it's something you'll be surprised since you already know my intention to make you mine. That's why I made you my personal assistant. To be close to you."I didn't detect any lies when he said that to me. It was as if he was born to say those words and make me his. Has he been this sweet all along?He reached out my hand to intertwined with his hand. "I'm sorry. I set you in my plans. It cause you lose your dream job but you should know this too. You can be more than just being a graphic designer. I've seen your potential. You deserve more than the company has to offer you. ""Or mo