"I'm sorry about that, my little girl is shy."
"It's okay," Aunty Ely chuckled.
When the maids took the plates we used, they served us cheesecake ice creams.
"My son, your soon to be wife is so intelligent,"
"And pretty, too." Mom added.
Clea stopped eating her dessert and modestly wiped her mouth. She leaned on her chair and crossed her arms under her chest.
I immediately finished the ice cream when she made a hand gesture that only the both of us understands. I gulped. She still wants to execute what we've planned.
"About their marriage," Uncle Arnold started the conversat
Days have passed by but our household is still as chaotic as the day my sister left. Phone calls here and phone calls there. An hour won't pass without my mom calling Clea's name. She won't let dad stop looking for Clea. I ran my gaze on my surroundings and I can't help but seek her presence. I never told anything about what we've talked about to anyone. I left without eating breakfast because it will never be the same again. A day without her bitching around me and playing along with mom and dad is just another day of confusion. I waited for a short while before a taxi happens to pass by. "To York University, please." I swallowed the lump in my throat when we passed by Clea's favorite cafe. I looked away and prepared cash when I
My eyes are darted on the floor and what's surprising was, they're not tearing up like how it should. I feel nothing. It's like, I was numb. She punched my stomach. "Clio!" Dad intervened. She faced daddy. "This child, this child is the reason why everything is messed up again, Antonio. I won't ever give a shit or throw even my life if our daughter's not involved." She slapped me again. "But Clea is involved, Anton." I raised my head. Rage lit her eyes when it met mine. She grabbed my hair and threw my glasses away. "Don't you dare look at me with that sinful eyes, Athijha! Don't you fucking dare," Dad pulled her away. "Athijha, go to your room first. I'll talk to you later. Let me calm her first," I had goosebumps the moment I he
Everything and everyone around us has a purpose in our life. They helps us find where we belong. They helps us understand life better. They helps us build our future and ourselves. That's what I believe until now. But at this time, at this exact moment, I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't know what's the purpose of everything that has been happening or the purpose of everyone around me. Are they helping me to find where I belong? Because I honestly think they don't because I feel so lost that I don't even know if I really belong here. They doesn't help me understand life better, instead, they made me think that it's better to be burried six feet under the ground. That life means death while death means living in peace. I can't figure out what I want in the future. I can't
Irritation filled his eyes. "Stop making that face, bitch," No, don't call me that, darling. I'm okay you calling me by my name, but please, not that. "It makes me wanna puke." He leaned on the sofa. "Just to let you know, because you look clueless, we'll be wedded tomorrow," He stood up and slowly walked towards me. He bent over and leveled our faces. "If you're dreaming of a fairytale-like wedding, stop that, bitch. I'll make sure to ruin your dreams and plans just like how you shattered mine." I gulped. I can feel his breath on my face. He scanned me and slightly slapped my cheeks. He moved away. He turned his back on me and stretched his body. He started cracking his joints. I looked down ans played with my very own fingers. I parted my lips, ready to speak but immediately retre
"Oh my God, Athijha," Lily mumbled and helped me to get up. "He's just handsome but I don't like his vibe." "Lily, he's just like that because he's mad at me. I already told you that." I heard her sighed. "Lily, do you mind going back to the mansion alone? I am going somewhere before, you know, get my things at home." "Okay. Just make sure you won't commit suicide or I'll be the one to kill you in another life." Minutes have passed and I'm still standing outside the hall. Staring at the busy street like I have nothing else to do. A loud horn from a truck startled. I tucked my lips in and started walking to a random way. I can't forget the way he looked at me earlier. I can't for
I kept on mumbling the same statement over and over again while shaking my head. I stood up and used the wall as support. I took my hoodie and left his condo. I held my chest. My tears are dry now but the pain is still in there. Crawling from my heart to every part of me, slowly eating me alive. I fell on the floor when my knees gave up. It's a good thing I fell on the grasses, if I fell on the rocky or hard ground, my knees would be wounded and that will affect my chosen career. A burst of empty laughter echoed around me. I surrounded my gaze and chose to stay. It looks like an abandoned park but it's not scary at all. I laid on the grass. The moon is so beautiful. My eyes star
Oh G! I don't want to have those kinds of thoughts. I massaged the bridge of my nose and hissed. I slightly knocked my head on the wall. Cakes. Ice creams. Pizzas. Strawberries. Chocolates. I kept on repeating and picturing the foods I love inside my head while running to school. I don't want to entertain those thoughts. Coffee. Salad. Pasta. I stopped running and he
Maybe that smile from earlier wasn't meant for me too. Maybe... maybe the moment he stepped into this condo and landed his gaze on me, he saw her. He thought I was her. It's so stupid of me to forget that he's drunk. It's so stupid of me to think that he has forgiven me. It's so stupid of me to do things for him even if it breaks me. How could I forget that he's into her? And I can't believe how masochist I am. I can't believe that I can't bring myself to be mad at him, to hate him. I can't believe I love him so much. I combed his hair and planted a feathery kiss on his forehead before storming out of the room. I sat by the window. The light coming from the misty moon is not tha