Chapter 6: Take Care

All that I can say when I opened my eyes is that: What the fuck? My head hurts like hell and it makes me want to just cut it off my body and change it with another one!

I touched my head and pulled my hair, hoping that it'll somehow ease the pain. I lazily pushed my feet to the edge of the bed and pulled myself up. I rubbed my eyes as my feet reached the soft, furry carpet of my room—

What the?

My eyes became wide open as my feet felt a rough thing. Why is this so rough? I looked down and saw an unfamiliar dark blue carpeted floor. My eyes wandered around the whole room. 

The combination of the dark blue and white walls welcomed me. The pieces of furniture are also a mixture of the same color, and the comfortable bed I am sitting at is covered with white sheets and blue thick blanket. 

Where am I? 

I searched for a slipper but I've seen nothing so I walked without it. The whole house, I mean, the mansion looks fabulous and elegant.

My feet felt cold as I continued walking with barefoot. I was on the last step of the grand staircase when I smelled something delicious. My eyes started to water and my tummy made a sound. 

I'm hungry. 

I headed towards the door which I think, the kitchen. A familiar built of a man is in his white top and pajamas. He's facing the stove and I can see from behind that his hair is messy. 

I took a step backward and whirled around to check if I have dirt on my face. I will never get myself to be embarrassed again. Now that I'm touching my face, my eyes traveled down my dress. I sighed, I'm still wearing the same outfit from last night. I feel so dirty.

"Oh? You're awake!" Uno's voice was marked with joy. I stared at him weirdly. His smile is wide as he put the plates on the table. 

"What's wrong with you? You're smiling from ear to ear." I shook my head and settled on the nearest chair. He sat in front of me and tilted his head. And then he smiled again. His hair is parted sideways and he is not wearing his glasses. 

"Can you see me? You're not wearing your glasses." I said and picked the fork up to get some bacon. 

"You told me I look good when I'm not wearing those." He answered, still staring at me. His elbow is placed on top of the table and his chin leaning on his hand. 

"I did?" I arched my brow. "When?" 

"Last night." My eyes darted at him. 

"You know I'm drunk last night," I uttered and put a piece of bacon inside my mouth. Chewing, I pointed him using my fork. 

"How is it possible that I slept in...is that your room?" He nodded. 

"Ah, right. How did I get in here? Did I crawl?" I absentmindedly said while imagining the things that I did last night.

"The bartender called me." He picked the bowl of rice and put some on my plate. I gaped at him. 

This one is really thoughtful. I furrowed my brows when I noticed that he's putting too much. 

"I can't eat all of that, I don't want to be fat!" I wrinkled my nose and lifted my plate to transfer some rice on his plate. 

"I already told you that being chubby isn't an issue, Farrah." 

"It's an issue." I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food. 

"Eat more," he said and put some pieces of bacon on my plate. "Stop, I'm starting to get annoyed!" 

I scratched my neck and shifted my weight, feeling a bit uncomfortable with my dress. 

"Anyway, why didn't you change my clothes?" The tight presses my tummy and I can't eat what I like because it'll look big. 

"I...I don't want to touch you." His eyes avoided mine. His face reddened up to his ears. 

"It's not an issue," uttered. "You'll only change my dress, what's wrong with that?" I arched my brow and drank water from the glass. 

His eyes are still glued on the plate, not wanting to glance at me.

"You look weird." I shook my head and put the glass down. "I'm going to take a bath first before going home. Did you brought my car?" 

He shakes his head. "I'll take you there," he said. Still staring at me with his weird pair of eyes. I furrowed my brows but ignored it afterward.

Even when we rode inside his Aston Martin, he glances at me from time to time, as I will suddenly vanish in front of him or what. I glued my eyes on the window and crossed my arms. 

"Farrah," I turned my head to face him when I heard my name. 

"Why did you drink last night?" His eyes were in front of the rode and his hands are busy holding the gearstick and the steering wheel. 

I licked my lips. "None of your business," I uttered and internally rolled my eyes. 

"I just want to know, the night is dangerous and no one knows what may happen if the bartender didn't—" 

"Why did he call you, anyway? I don't even know him." I shook my head in disbelief. "And can you stop asking questions? My head already hurts, please don't add up to my stress." 

Luckily, Uno stayed silent until we reached my house. The brown gate opened widely when his car entered. The car is heavy tinted but I can see the gardener nodding his head at Uno like he can see him even behind the dark window. 

The mansion looks so peaceful. Opposite of how tangled our life is. Mom is a silent, sophisticated lady who only knows how to love his husband dearly. She remained a housewife who waits for his partner to come home carrying his suitcase. She will come and hug him and then kiss him. She'll help him remove his necktie and serve dinner. 

The thought of it made me cringe. A cheater husband doesn't deserve all the love her wife can give. I salute all the martyr's but I know I'll never be one of them. I have long imagined that I will be a rich single Auntie who will spend her life burning money and will never have to endure every day with someone unworthy. 

Dad is a piece of shit, there's no doubt at that. Mom doesn't know about him heating another woman's bed and it makes me want to puke. Why will a man marry someone when he wants two or more cats? As if it's my hobby, I shook my head. 

Falcon and Tatiana Evans made the bad bitch, Farrah Evans who only knew how to lure boys—but at least I'm not a cheater! 

I smirked but remained silent.

So it's true, no matter how beautiful your house and car are, you're life can't be so pretty the way you wanted.

"Thanks for taking care of me, wish you all the blessings, Uno," I stated like a devil hiding in an angel's costume. 

Of course, I need to at least be good to him. 

"No worries, text me when you need something. I will call someone to pick your car." I clicked the locks of the seatbelts and opened the door. I waved my hand as a sign of goodbye and headed my way to our main door. 

"Farrah!" Uno yelled inside his car. He rolled the window down and stared at me. 

"Don't bring your car anymore, I will fetch you tomorrow." 

Not giving much attention, I nodded my head and continued walking. 

"Where have you been?" Dad's shoes made a sound as he walks closer to my position. I stopped midway and heaved a sigh. 

"Did I ask where have you been when you get home late Yesterday?" I sarcastically asked and arched my brow. 

"Nope," I added, popping the letter p. His breathing became fast and his forehead creased. He started to walk closer which made my heart hammer in fear. But no, I started this. And I'm not the one who made an unlawful sin, so I shouldn't be the scared one.

Dad's jaw clenched and lifted his hand. He was about to give me another blow when I took a step back and swallowed. 

"What? You'll hurt me again? Do it and I'll tell Mom how dirty you are." I gave him a head to foot glance and walk past him. 

"Mom, I'm home! What are you cooking?" I asked like nothing's wrong. I kissed her cheek and exaggeratedly closed my eyes and act like those kids in cooking commercials who pretends that the food they smell is so fragrant.

Mom laughed and slapped my arm lightly. 

"Place the plates, sweetie. We will eat." She faced the pot and stir the soup as she said those things. 

"I'm sorry, Mom. But I already ate with..." I halted. Thinking if I should tell her that I'm with Uno. "I already ate breakfast in a near cafe." I smiled even when I know she won't see it. 

"You don't want to eat with us anymore? It's a rare time where your Dad will eat breakfast with us." There's a hint of disappointment in her voice, and when she faced me, her eyes look a bit sad. 

I shifted my gaze on the table. "That rare time are those times I hate the most." I murmured to myself. 

"Pardon? I can't hear you, sorry." 

"Nothing," I said and started to search for the plates. 

"I will eat, but not much. Just to give you a little happiness." 

Today is a Sunday, and Dad has no work. But it is one of the times where he stays here because he spends most of his time with a bunch of his mistresses. Mom will always want to have a bonding time with us so she lets all our maids take their day off every Sunday for she believes it's a family day.

I sat on my chair as I stared at my Mom who's now serving Dad with a bright smile plastered on her face. 

Poor Mom, if you only knew how disgusting this man is, you'll probably get angry, or more like, you'll cry yourself to sleep. 

"I have a headache, Mom. Can I go first?" I asked right after I drank water. 

"Sure sweetie, but I heard you didn't sleep here last night, I wonder why?" Clueless, she stared at me and tilted her head. 

I licked my lips and stared at Dad with mockery. 

"Well, I have this person whom I don't want to see because he's disgusting and..." 

Dad's face looks hilarious! The color drained on his face and all that I can see from his eyes is a mixture of warning, fear, and trouble. 

I scowled and glanced at Mom who's still waiting for my words. "He came here yesterday, I tried to make him leave but he won't budge so I left instead." 

Mom looked at me with concern and sadness. "Oh no, Farrah. We should tell the guards to tighten the security, then. It looks like he can easily go inside our house. Do I know this guy?" 

I tried my best to prevent myself from laughing. I drank another glass of water to cover my smirk and face my Mom with my best actress's face. 

"Yes Mom, you know him so well." I said, making the word "so" longer and eyed my dad with a tease. 

"I'm just going to clean the table, you two can go first." Mom said when she started to fix the plates. I immediately stood up and was about to go out of the dining room when a thought came into my mind. 

I glance at my father behind my shoulders before deciding to go back. He's still sitting on his chair, eyes glued on the scattered rice. 

I crouched and kissed his cheek. I internally cringed as I imagine how many lips have been in his face. I gave him a sharp, mocking face and whispered. 

"Take care, Daddy."