Her eyes widened slightly, she looked at him blankly. He doesn't know that. He scared her. His lips pursed as she quickly raised the glass to drink from it, but she said nothing."What did you say?" She looked at him intently."I'm sorry." He faltered. "It's just... while talking to Dad, I mentioned you. My dad wanted to see you."With wide eyes, Vivian looked away then she spoke, almost whispering. "Doesn't that mean I need to look nice? I can't go looking like this...""You do not need to do so." He said quickly. "I don't need you to be beautiful."She suddenly turned to him. "What are you talking about? I'm going to meet your parents, not your friends."Jaime looked surprised but spoke calmly. "Don't worry about it. I like you like this."~~~~~A few minutes after finishing two bottles, Vivian collapsed on the table. Although Jaime was a little drunk, he still had some sense. He carried her towards her apartment complex. She pressed her face down on his shoulder, her arms dangling
This thought was puzzling because Jaime had been so honest and naive."I will tell you later." Jaime stopped the car. "I promise."Holding hands, he led her up the steps to the inside of the luxurious restaurant that made them look out of place in their ordinary clothes. When he explained that they had reserved a table, the waiter led them into a private room with a table reserved for them.She sat down at a table with four chairs, and vintage tapestries adorning the walls. Jaime clasped her hand under the table, they looked back at each other, smiling before the door opened. When they stood up, Jaime released her hand.Vivian listened to the noisy vibrator - a wheelchair powered by an automatic motor. His father, a handsome old man with an annoyed face, looked at her as he entered. The man appeared grumpy and unhappy. The waiter who opened the door rushed over to pull one of the chairs off the table. Jaime's father gave an insincere thank you to the waiter.Then her eyes turned to th
Silent. Vivian couldn't even pay attention to how comfortable she felt in the chair. She longed for her bed, curled up, and fell into a long sleep. All the way back, she was focused until she felt Jaime lean over to unbuckle his seatbelt. The car stopped and the door opened."You get out." He gently touched her hand, causing her to wake up.They are at the park. In the distance are children happily playing, their happiness carried by the wind. Vivian wanted to hug her because she was no longer a child. When her mother left, she turned twenty in the body of a child."I'm sorry," Jaime said apologetically as they sat down on the bench together. "My father seems quite gloomy today. He has been like that since he fell ill." Lowering his gaze, he pressed his lips together. "I refused to marry his friend's daughter, so my father got upset. That's why sometimes I don't want to go home. Every time I come home, he nags me.""Do you remember when I told you about my sister? Her name is Tanya. F
Jaime slowly walked the quiet street for half an hour before returning home at midnight. His mother was anxiously waiting for him at the door."Your father is waiting for you in your room." She speaks. That's what he guessed as well."I know." He said, taking off his shoes to put them on the shelf. Walking past his stepmother, he stopped when she grabbed his arm."I want to talk to you after you talk to your father, so don't go to sleep." She whispered quietly, he almost wondered why she spoke so softly.Nodding as a promise, he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. Like usual, his father sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow placed behind him. And as always, his face was dark and grim.Pulling a chair next to the bed, Jaime sat down. "I'm back."The father scoffed at his son's appearance. "Have you decided yet?"Jaime looked at him bewildered."What are you going to do? Are you going to marry her? Or are you going to meet President Evans' daughter again? I've heard her
He misses her. He wants to talk to her about what his father told him. He wants to know how she feels about it because he's both scared and uncertain about it all.With Jaime's situation, adapting to his environment may become more difficult for Vivian, many times he may not be there for her. Jaime wanted to tell Vivian all this before broaching the subject of marriage again. But Vivian didn't answer his phone.All of which makes him think about whether he did something wrong or said something wrong that upset her.When she hugged him in the park that day, she seemed disappointed and sad, quietly lonely but he was too indifferent to notice. She feels she is abandoned.~~~~~Almost a week has passed. Vivian feels suffocated by what happened but doesn't know how to relieve it. Saturday, when her twelve-hour shift ended, she was called to the counter. Someone wants to meet her. If it were Jaime, she would tell him it was over between them, but it wasn't.A girl stood on the other side of
"I don't care what anyone says," Vivian said softly. "Because they don't know me." Remembering his sadness from the day before, she said. "You don't need to be jealous of Hodja. Instead, I will protect you, so you don't need to worry about me and do what you want. I'll let you choose for yourself."Jaime looked at her in surprise then smiled softly, gently, and happily. “So, Vivian, will you marry me?”Embarrassed after exposing herself, she just looked at him with her heart trembling in a way she never knew was possible. Everything seemed to be working mechanically as if set up that way - the words that flowed and the way Jaime acted. It was all inexplicable, it was so out of sync with what she really wanted.The moment he opened his arms, she ran forward, threw herself into his broad chest, and hugged him. As if to make up for the torture of the past few days, she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder to inhale his body odor. Jaime placed his hand behind her neck to h
"I told you so many times. Of course, I give that money to your two children. I spend all the good food and buy beautiful clothes for them, what else do you want? Don't call me again." The woman on the other end screamed before hanging up, leaving Mrs. Maggie alone with the scary death tone just now.Putting the phone down, she sighed and buried her face in her hands. She was disappointed. Nelly doesn't give her answers, no one tells her where Vivian or Hodja is. She couldn't understand what happened to them. All the money she sent to her children, what did that woman use it for? Nelly said she would take good care of Mrs. Maggie's two children, was that a lie?"Mrs. Maggie!" Mr. Miro called her.Pushing back her disappointment, the woman went to her husband's room. "Fill the water bottle for me."She looked at the water bottle on the table, took it, and quickly walked out. After filling the water bottle, she returned to the room, refilling the empty glass next to her. Handing it to t
“Dad, what are you talking about?”Once again, ignoring his son, he continued. "So let's get married. If you believe that you can love that girl for the rest of your life, I will let you do it."Jaime opened his eyes wide, shocked by the sudden announcement."Marriage is not like when you are dating. When you give a ring, it means you give your life and your life to that girl. You must promise her that you will do everything in your power to make her happy." He explained sincerely. "And that promise will absolutely never be broken."Looking into his son's eyes, he said. "If I don't come to your wedding, promise me one thing. That this marriage is not a mistake. That you will do anything to stay happy. If you want to spend your whole life your life with her, never give up."He hesitated before reaching out to take his son's hand for the first time since his wife died, and squeezed."You've grown, Jaime. I'm proud of you, son." The man smiled. "Always be happy."~~~~~The conversation w