"Don't you need to be early at your work?" I asked after he parked the car in front of the bakery and unbuckled his seatbelt as if he were going with me to the bakery.
"Who said? Sulli, do you think I work?" he replied and opened the car's door.I was in awe, but I followed and he opened the car door for me and helped me get out of the car."Where do you get your billions then?" I can't help but inquire. It's nice that we have something to talk about when driving here, even if it's just gossip about another person, it feels nice. I feel like a wife talking about anything with his husband.Few people were entering and going into the bakery, it was a small one, in front was the shop, and at the back was I guess their house."No, it's definitely on quadrillion now. Don't believe in the search results online." The conversation was still ongoing.I scoffed and he slid open the door. "You're bluffing me right now."The fWhen afternoon came, I got the chance to walk away from Trevor because his secretary calling him on something.I happily walked him to the exit of the hospital. "Are you sure you can go home on your own?" Trevor asked, full of worry, his eyes glanced at my left hand where they put the needle of the IV drip and has a small patch now."Oh," I hit him lightly on his shoulders and proceeded to the exit door. "Don't worry, I can manage, I'll go home on my own." I smiled, reassuring him that everything would be fine, but really, at the back of my head, I was planning my guise on how to talk to Damien and told him that he just misdiagnosed me. "Okay? You can ask our driver to pick you up here." "No, no, no," I waved my hand and noticed a black car stopped in front of us and a man in black bowed and opened the backseat. "Don't bother the driver, Trevor, I can go home on my own, I'm an adult now, what do you treat me for? A five-year-old?" I bit my lip to suppress my laughter behind my i
"Hey Sulli, marry me?" I opened my eyes and a ring was right in front of me. Trevor was holding it while he was kneeling on one knee. Was he proposing again? Right. I don't know how many times he has done this, but I know where it started– on our great times years ago, the first time he proposed.It was my third year in law school and Lucia was working hard just to get her degree, they've done the pinning ceremony and chose to work in a hospital far away, ignoring their chain of hospitals that would probably treat her like a princess.Lucia was far from being a princess, or so that's what she thought, I think the opposite, I still think she was, sometimes I envy her for having lived with a diamond spoon despite being not born as one. To be sent far away was Lucia's decision, oblivious to the fact that I'd live alone in her apartment if ever, but the days flew by so fast and we started our journey. A week later, Trevor came in
The sound of rolling luggage, the smell of warm and fresh air, the red suit I was wearing, paired with black stilettos and sunglasses, and the sleeping baby I'm carrying.I'm here again... But this time, with my son. He's a 5-year-old boy that has white plump cheeks and a handsome face, he reminds me of winter: he's usually silent and is sleeping most of the time so taking care of him was such an easy task, especially for a single mom like me.My friends call me Sulli Tomoya and before I left this country, I pass the bar but I lost the love of my life... ~It was raining hard that night, my boyfriend and I were meeting at a fancy restaurant. I was late for a few hours because of the heavy rain and the traffic, and of course, my family wouldn't stop mingling with me because I had just passed the bar that day. We were all happy and were celebrating. I was elated when I came to the restaurant and was led by the waiter to where he was. It was also the day I'm telling him a surprise,
"Ma, I like that toy." I faced the toy he was pointing to, we were at the bus stop, and there was a nice shelter here that had a wooden bench and a bunch of advertisement posters. We're accompanied by an old couple sitting on my right and a teen in a junior high school uniform holding a robot toy that transformed into a car. That was the toy that Levi wanted.That's not part of our budget, since we started living alone now, I have to pay the rent, buy groceries, and pay bills, not like when I was just pregnant with Levi back in my sister's home in New Zealand. She has her own family now, and we can't keep on bothering them anymore. That's why I decided to return to the country where it all happened, I'm not going to deny that the father of Levi was here, and based on the news and blogs that I frequent, he was living a great life. But we did not return to bother him, I don't care if he's moved on or what, I came here to start anew and the first step for that was to rent an apartment
"I can?" "Yes, why not?" I imitated his cheery smile.I can't help but show him how much I'm happy because of what he told me. The vice president shook my hand and excused himself. I roam my eyes on the empty classroom. I am a full-time teacher now to high school students, I passed the interview and met all the requirements, and because an English teacher resigned from this school last week, they had a vacant slot; they accepted me immediately. Not to mention I have a four-year teaching experience overseas, I'd like to think I became full-time because of my experience.The vice president of this school informed me that I could still enroll my child in their kindergarten program. I didn't ask any further questions for fear that he might change his mind. It was late in the afternoon, I was done with my teaching duties and went to the faculty room, my table was in the far corner and I passed a male teacher taking his burger in one big bite, a female who looked like a terror one and h
"Oh my gosh! Oh my! What did I do?!" The voice of a girl hysterically opening the driver's door couldn't help but shake frantically. "Miss, I'm sorry, does something hurt?" A calmer voice, I thought, the voice of a man approached me and apologized again. Seemed like I only heard 'sorry' this day. Was this the word of the day? I forced myself to open my eyes and a few passersbys saw us, they sauntered around me, curious of what just happened, they helped me stand up, blood flowing near my temples and my sight became blurry, but I saw in my peripherals that the kid's mother was apologetically thanking me as she held her daughter. "Did she die?" The car that hit me was a colour red sports car, red, that's my favourite colour, but the car was blocked from my view by the lady who went out of the driver's seat and scurried towards me, she was wearing a white spaghetti strap dress and has long black hair, she's beautiful. That's what I remember before my eyelid went heavy and my eyes d
I'm such a mess. Why did I forget the part that I wanted to say the most to him? My parents know I am working overseas as a lawyer they don't know Levi existed or Trevor Clark and I broke up five years ago. Only my eldest sister in New Zealand knew what happened. Because of his wrong timing in breaking up with me, I couldn’t have the heart to spoil their happiness, so to continue my lie, I've been working day and night just to give them support and for them not to realize I'm not an attorney. In our province, it's a culture to help your parents after you graduate, to spoil them with lavish things, and return their love when they raised you. I'd like to say that we're now in the middle class, all three of their children had already graduated, and we aim to support our parents until we can't anymore, it's a debt of gratitude— the one that he doesn't understand. Not only that, I have to fake my smile and work with society— that's the hardest for an introvert like me, especially when
~When I was dreaming of entering law school, I met Lucia. She's on her phone ranting about her roommate and wanting to kick her out. "I'll find another roommate to replace her, immediately. Someone who would get my vibes and is responsible in the house." My ears tingled, we were in a coffee shop, and I'm not eavesdropping over the woman on the other table, I just have ears, it's inevitable, and the woman was talking loudly on the phone. So when the waiter gave my frappe, I ordered a slice of an orange chiffon cake and instructed her to give it to the woman on the phone. "Yes, you heard me right, brother! I know how expensive the rent is outside the university belt, but guess what, I don't care. Kick her out for me, I don't want to see any trace of her in my unit tonight." When the cake arrived, I made sure to sit in front of her and the waitress explained that the cake was from me. "Why did you give me a cake?" I smiled wickedly, aware that she dropped her phone on the table bu