His Unwanted Bride

Chapter 6

Krystal

“Ouch!” A familiar voice said.

I am currently not in the mood to play with this person, so what I did was I continued to walk on my way.

“Don’t you know how to say sorry?” She said loudly to make sure that I heard her.

“She surely knows how to make me say something.” I said to myself and turned to face her.

“Is it your attitude to bump into someone and pretend to be the victim? Or are you just blind?” I asked her from afar.

“Excuse me?” She said.

“Piss off Naomi.” I said to her with an unbelievable look, and continued to walk on my way.

“She is literally the worst person I have ever known.” I said to myself.

(Parking Lot)

Now I am on my way to where our car is parked, my driver sent me the location of the car.

I was glad that school is finally finished for today, but it makes me exhausted thinking of tomorrow. I know that I should be used to it already, because my school life has always been like this since the moment I realized what Naomi has been doing to me all those years.

“I admit, I was stupid back then,” I said to myself.

“Good afternoon.” I said to the driver as soon as I opened the car’s door at the back.

“Good afternoon,” he replied. Then I entered the car and sat down.

The driver started driving as soon as I was positioned well in the car.

“How’s your day?” He asked, maybe because he sensed the atmosphere that we have in the car.

What happened to me and Naomi the other day and today was no coincidence, she was literally doing all those things to make me mad and do something bad. And that is what is making me have this unknown feeling right now.

“Never been worse.” I replied to him. He also knows that I am not the kind of person who is gullible and he surely knows that I have not always been feeling well whenever I am at school. But he must have sensed that I seemed different from the person he used to see me.

“I see.” He replied to me and stopped asking more questions.

I released a deep sigh and looked at the car’s window and noticed the sun setting.

“That looks pretty.” I said all of a sudden.

The color of the sunset is little by little, turning into an orange color and slowly reflecting it on my skin.

I closed my eyes to feel the warmth coming from the sunset.

“This feels good.” I said with my eyes closed and slightly smiling.

“Do you want us to stop?” I heard my driver say.

“Are you sure?” I asked him with a smiley face.

Honestly speaking, I really want to stop by to feel the sunset on my whole body and feel the beautiful warmth it is reflecting.

“If you would like, we can.” He replied to me without saying yes.

“Thanks.” I said to him and he then stopped the car after a minute.

I immediately opened the car’s door and went to the side of the street on the right and put my hands in the air, faced the sun with my full body and closed my eyes.

“Whaa! This is so calming,” I said to myself. I like the fact that the sunset does not hurt my skin and I don’t feel sweaty at all. I stayed in my position for 5 minutes and put my hands down, then opened my eyes.

“See you tomorrow.” I said to the sun softly. 5 minutes of doing it made my mind at peace and I think it was enough for the day.

I know that the sun cannot reply, but talking with it makes me feel relaxed and somehow lightweight.

Nature has helped me a lot because, with it, I was able to be at peace.

Between sunset and sunrise, I really love sunset more. It makes me feel like I did something good today and is worth taking a rest.

The moon is also a best friend of mine, most especially when I don’t feel like sleeping. That is why my bedroom has a balcony just so I can sit there whenever I feel like it at night.

Luckily, when I told dad about it, he was good with what I wanted. I think I was 12 when I asked him to renovate my room.

I noticed dad never said no to anything I asked him. I am not sure if it is because he loves me as the only daughter of his or because I rarely ask him about things.

But whenever I request something from him, I feel so pressured to do good after he did what I wanted. That is why I rarely ask and only request for things that I really need.

I walked back towards where the car was parked. The driver did not get out of the car and patiently waited for me to get back.

“Thanks for today.” I said to the driver as soon as I sat back on the seat.

“Always. You can ask me openly next time if you want.” He said to me.

“I will.” I replied to him, then the car’s engine started again.

(Home)

“Wow! Look at that face, it is surprisingly glowing.” Ms. G said to me as soon as I opened the door.

I guess she has been waiting for me to come home by the door because I immediately saw her the moment I opened the door.

“Yeah I did.” I replied to Ms. G. Even though I did not want to reply in that way, I still did.

“That is super good to hear. Tell me what happened.” She said as she dragged me towards the sofa.

“Nothing so special.” I replied to her as soon as we sat together on the sofa.

“I don’t think so. It is rare to see you with this face after school. So, tell me. Did you make friends at your school?” She said with matching wide smiles on her face.

“I told you already, that won’t happen. It is just that the driver stopped the car for me to see the sunset. Not making friends. I will change now.” I said to Ms. G. I don’t get why she is trying so hard at those things.

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask and say that thing again.” She replied to me.

“Cool. I will change now.” I said to her and stood up on my seat.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, your dad is coming home for dinner.” She said to me.

“I understand.” I replied to Ms. G.

"Dad's home for dinner?" I asked Ms. G again to make sure if I heard it right. It has been a week since he came back home and I am happy to hear that he will be here at home for dinner.

My dad is so shut in his mouth or it must be because I don’t ask him about some things. He does not open topics for use to make our conversation longer. Although he really does ask questions, most of his questions are questionable by yes or no, that you can easily reply. Sometimes, what I do is that I just tell him stories about my life the whole time he is not around.

Our is a two-story house and quite big. And my room is on the 2nd floor.

As soon as you get to the 2nd floor, you can see two separate rooms on the sides. The one on the left is my dad’s and the one on the right is mine.

Dad’s room is big, but mine is bigger because I have more things in my room. Besides, dad is not always at home though.

I went inside my room and took my clothes off to go to the shower. I have to be prepared so when I meet dad I am in a good condition.

After I took off my clothes, I then went to my shower room and washed myself. My shower room is also spacious, but I don’t have a bath tub. The reason is that it is not my type to stay long in the water except when it is summer and I am swimming in the swimming pool or the beach.

“What am I going to talk with my dad today?” I asked myself. I have always been like this whenever I am told that dad will come home. I am thinking of a way to make our conversations longer.

I know that dad has been under a lot of things since the moment that my mother died. Even though I was not yet in a proper mind to feel what my dad was feeling back then, at least now I know that he might have been under a lot of mess.

My mother was also a big help with our business. They take care of each other and make the business grow to make my future bright.

I once saw a picture of mom and dad on my dad’s desk and I saw a smile that I had never seen. It was a broad genuine smile that never appeared in front of me personally.

I should say that it is one of the things that I want to see. That is why I am trying hard to make him proud, because I am still hoping that one day he will show that smile to me.

Since my mother died, my dad had a straight face until now, but I overheard from people who have known him and mom said that he was not the kind of person to look at people with a straight face. They added that my dad was very respectful and humble and that even though he was the owner he smiles and greets people well.

Yet, it changed. Just how fast the night changes.

I guess love can really transform a person. Regarding what kind of love you have felt with each other, it can totally change you before and after your relationship.

I have never been in love and I guess it is because I have never concentrated myself on someone before except my dad. Somehow, I feel glad because I don’t want to be broken like what my dad experienced and is continuously experiencing for years and years later.