"What do you want?" I asked and withdrew my elbow he was holding.
Even though I look calm, I still can't change the fact that I'm feeling so nervous right now. It was as if my heart was the only thing I could hear at these moments. You are giving me the highest intensity of yourself, Xalent. I'm going crazy because of you and I don't know how to regain myself back from being a normal being.
He licked his lips. "You," he said and leaned over to my side.
"You're kidding me, right?"
Instead of answering, he just kept his eyes on nothingness, looking so serious, but when I started to walk, he followed. I heave a sigh at what he did because I could not understand him. He was so vague and seemed like he was just playing with me because of what he was doing.
"Look... I'm sorry."
"Huh? Why are you apologizing to me?" I gripped the strap of my bag tightly. "Than
Today is Friday and I didn’t come out of the classroom yesterday even though I was so hungry, I endured everything just so I couldn’t see him and couldn’t remember again the embarrassment that happened because of my shameless post. But now... Now I won't hide anymore.Why should I hide? And who am I hiding from? I shook my head because of my question that seemed like I was just fooling myself.Aisie teased me yesterday because of my post and what Xalent said and I'm really irritated, I don't know if it's because I'm just annoyed or embarrassed, maybe it's the same. I was about to hit Aisie in the face with my bag so that she stopped talking, and will regain back myself. Also, I didn't felt the presence of Xalent yesterday so it was really good, I was able to breathe easily because of it.But one of my concerns is the upcoming Sunday because I will finally meet again my mom, but can I do it? Maybe, when
The next day, Aisie came to me early and reminded me that we were leaving at three o'clock to the shop of a well-known designer of gowns. I was sleepy when she arrived here at six in the morning, and she really disturbed sleep. I didn't want to face her, but she sprinkled water in my face that makes me so irritated that is why I just woke up even though I wanted to hit her with my lampshade.She said that she was tired of waiting for the time at their house, and she didn't have anyone to talk to there so she just decided to come here. I just rolled my eyes because of what she was saying, she just didn't want to admit that she's too excited.I bring her out of my room and told her to just wait in the living room because I was going to take a bath and she had nothing else to do in my room. It's better that she's just downstairs and watched, she's also used to it, sometimes she doesn't get my permission for her to watch Netflix downstairs.
"Are you ready?" Daddy asked when we got in the car.I don't know if I'm ready, I don’t know if I will be able to smile at my mom thinking about the pain she caused leaving us. I don't know... If I could."I think so..." I just looked out the window when the car commenced.Today, we are going to meet my mom. And dad still wants me to talk to mommy, like the old times mommy is my favorite to talk to, the one who I want to sleep next to, and the one who I want to be informed about my dilemmas. My favorite person in my whole life, but she's the first one who broke my heart. The one who left me just to be with the other family.Sometimes I thought that she didn't like me so she left and looked for someone else. Sometimes I also doubt her love. If she really loved me, me, and daddy, or did she really consider me a child. Lots of questions, but I don’t know if I’ll get the right answers.
The next day, I informed dad that I'm going to sleep here at Aisie's house. I also sent him a message that I will spend the night later because there was an event at school, and I am glad that he still let me to, even if I make him disappointed because of my actions. I thought daddy wouldn't reply to me but he replied, saying 'take care' and 'I love you'. I just smiled and realized that he still cares for me even though I did that, I lost my respect for her.I woke up at ten o'clock and the gown was delivered here at Aisie's house, exactly nine o'clock, she said. That girl is full of positivity and always thinking that she might be the chosen Mrs. Claus and maybe Mr. Claus is said to be her lifetime partner. I just rolled my eyes because of her exaggeration.Aisie's imagination is really something.I’m also grateful to be here with Aisie. She knew I had a problem and she had witnessed my destruction yesterday, but
I blinked several times because of the closeness of our faces. I can even smell his manly perfume, which I seemingly thought he had bathed himself in the perfume because of the fragrance."Ehem." In an instant, I was estranged from Xalent because of my good friend. Goodness!"I-I'm sorry," I said, and I didn't know if I was going to walk or not, as if I was glued to where I stood because of his presence. Shit!He smiled and held out his hand. "May I?"I just reached out his hand, and he hung my hand on his arm. I can still see Aisie on the side, smiling like a fool. Furthermore, I, on the other hand, was anxious because of the impulsive beats of my heart, as if I was going to have a heart attack because of the extreme nervousness I was feeling.Shit! Am I doing it right? Maybe, I look like a fool.When we entered, I was amazed at how well they designed the ve
How could a wine, despite its sweetness and tastelessness, be loved by many? Every drop of wine in a glass seems perfectly fine for a temporary burning sensation throughout our senses. I sighed and headed into my office. Slamming the door shut, I almost screamed out my confusion. Working for ten years in our winery, I still can't formulate a perfect wine for a specific occasion. Every time I try, there's always an inadequate component that makes the wine tasteless and undesirable. How am I going to make a wine that tastes sweet that shows tenderness to someone who'll savor it? Rather than offering them a tasteless wine that shows how emotionally devastated I am. The moment I opened the laptop, memories came crashing through my mind. "I just used you, anyway."Those words have been stuck in my mind for a very long time. I closed my eyes to prevent myself from smashing things. My deepest consciousness loves reminding me of how dumb I am when I fell in love with him. I guessed that'
I can tell that...in my life, wine is everything. When the spoon clinks against the wine glass in a vast room, everyone's attention will be caught and the toast shall be made to wish goodwill for all who are in the hall. Dad explained that we should cherish wine because a perfect gathering cannot be attained without it. To be honest, I don't appreciate wine because I often believe that it will make me intoxicated for just an hour, yet the misery we have will remain in our hearts. Although, I'm not quite certain if wine can really get us drunk. Maybe a hard one will do? But surely, alcohol can do it. At a young age, I am already surrounded by the bottle of wines—a collection rather. Well, what do you expect from the owner of the widest winery here in Voloska, France? Dad loves collecting the bottle of wines in each flavor we have manufactured. On a serious note, I only crave his full attention for me, as his daughter, rather than working hard with our wines. I always have this dream
I watched the waiter as he served me the food that I ordered. "Enjoy your meal, Miss," he said and bowed. I just let out a slight smile at him.That substitute teacher of ours made me hungry so I'm gonna take my lunch here at a Chinese restaurant down the school alley. My tongue craves for xiaolongbao, some mooncakes, and green tea. I'm not Chinese or what. I began loving those dishes because of being a Chinese drama fan, especially with their historical dramas. Also, the food that our cafeteria offers makes me a little bit unhappy. I want to eat a fresh one. I'm so sick of some food processed every day at school. I picked out the pocketbook in my backpack because I wanna read while devouring these dishes. The ambiance of the restau is quite relieving with the composure of performers who are currently playing the traditional instruments of China. Seeing the couples around me somehow made me bitter. They're in their own world when they kiss, hug, smile, and feed each other. On the o