CHAPTER SIX : SCOLD

I feel how Feliz even offer a hand for me to help me firm my weight. I could feel how world would end and make my heart to rip in any moment. I couldn’t stop to overthink a lot, that’s why my anxiety disorder attacks me again. “I just need to head back after I’m done buying needs,” I said while showing my assuring smile. He’s really concerned and absolutely pure with himself. He didn’t hesitated to help me even we barely know each other.

“Are you sure?” He examined and shout for Carx’ name, who was busy with picking fruits to buy. “Net was suffering,” he declared. Most of the people in this market are even looking on us. I tried to lead back my way to choose vegetables and have them purchased. But the feeling of barely breathing sucks. I couldn’t help but to laid my hands above my right chest to feel my heart beating.

Carx was now alarmed as he probed to me about what was happening. “Aren’t you supposed to buy things? Why do you act suddenly like that? I’m no nurse,” he irritably said and rolled his eyes.

I looked to him and to Feliz who was behind while watching us arguing again over this tiring fights with Carx. He really tend to get things worse in this case. He’s honest with himself, but truly a destructive way to even have my day ruined because of his depressing attitude.

“Okay. It’s not totally a big deal. I probably, just have someone talking about me. Thus, I’m feeling this out of normalcy,” I blurted out. Since I don’t have the choice but to embrace myself for a minute to hide this weakness I’m always feeling especially amidst the crowd.

“Carx, he seems exhausted—”

He just grinned while patting Feliz’ shoulder. “I just need to hurry. My mom would probably caught me taking an absent this afternoon,” he said after carrying some of our purchased and paying the price. “She just work today.” He added and didn’t bother to give him a last glance.

We walked without daring each other to say a word or mention anything. He even put and carry all those sealed stocks to passenger seats. He even pay for everything. I just messed up with him this day! But it’s not a drama as well. I’ve been feeling that struggling in breathing since I was in elementary. I sat to the seat where I was earlier and put my the belt on. He did the same and drew the car out from the parking lot and did a U-turn after.

“Are we going home?” I asked. I was expecting for more! He just told me for a date. And what’s with his sudden decision? Certainly heading back to their home. “I thought you have something to buy inside malls?”

He looked at me for a second then back to the road. “Haven’t you feeling attacked earlier? And now, you’re making a fuss about heading back home? Are you insane? I don’t have to prioritize someone’s personal status and issues. But you seem so conserve, so you’re exception.” feel how something colorful inside my head began to rumble.

“You don’t have to. After all, I must depend to what boss ordered me to do so,” I said and slowly nodding to understand all of his behavior. He’s absolutely unpredictable and the way he quickly changes his mood. I find him absolutely weird. I don’t have any idea about his life either. Probably I just have the idea that he’s that kind of person who lives with half personality. His character makes me feel wondering all the time. I’d like to get close to him. But it’ll be against my pride, when in fact I have to settle first my life away from their standards.

It seems like we’ve breathe in the smoke for an hour in that market. It’s crowded and have a lot of fumes coming from the restaurants who sell cheap price for dishes. Why can’t I just apply to some restaurants to have myself living off from Gomes’ and might able to have free time to stroll around with Camila. I missed her so much. But I didn’t got the chance to contact her..

Carx sent the car to garage and settle it for a minute. He looked to my eyes and took a sideways probing. “You wanted more, don’t you?” He asked after seeing my face absolutely agonizing that short term of roaming around Western City. He took a grip to the steering wheel after stopping it to function. “Sorry, but you’re not my girlfriend. That’s why. Probably you’ll forgot that you have to cook dinner for us?” He arched his right thumb pointing out to refer our purchased food stock to cook meals.

I was bit frustrated and embarrassed. He really knows how to make me anger at any moment. He wasn’t teasing me, but obviously making a simile of life being a ‘girlfriend’ for a case of wasting time everywhere. I must get used to it. I just nod when he cracked the ice between us with boisterous laugh. “Won’t you mind if you carry them?” I asked, expecting him to get annoy with my bossy-like manner. Not even thinking that I am only a maid and might also consider to be called as slave in this huge mansion.

“Alright. Just take those light object,” he replied. And that makes me more even vulnerable that moment. I feel being a fragile one realizing how he just willingly accepted what I told him to do and really meant his words after opening the passenger door and grabbed them by his hands. He bought almost three kilogram of solid vegetables, and a few of potatoes for something?

I rushed to got out and closed the door behind. But he was too fast to pick the leafy sealed vegetable before I could catch them by my hands. He did that by his one hand. I just closed the door after seeing the backseat emptied. I enter the main door and saw Mr. Gomes already seating to his couch while on phone call. I tried to look for Carx after I just make a smile to him and left.

While I was sneaking in to the kitchen. I only saw Magna washing the vegetables and leaves. She scowled after seeing me. “Change your dress. Sir Gomes arrived and he wanted to meet you in the living room,” she said that causes me to feel nervous. I tried to approach the kitchen’ sink as well to do the same. But before I could have the knife and the chopping board. She stopped washing the leaves and looked at me in glaring mode while saying, “I told you to change your dress. Or you wanted to be scold?” Her voice was intense and full of authority. I just put them back to itself and awkwardly leave her to head through maiden’s room.

Too late for me to get enter when Sir Gomes called me after seeing me a meters away from living room. “Lady,” he said with his gazing eyes and scowling face. “Come here.” That was a bit scary and intimidating for me. I tried to reasoned out that I’ll change first but his voice began to shout. He’s too impatient when he was waiting for something. I stride steps towards the living room and stood straight while stooping my head low. “Aren’t you Annette?” He asked.

“I’m Annette, sir. Pleased to meet you—”

“Why are you absent this afternoon? Are you here for playing or cleaning? I pay an advance salary to both of you. But I’ve seen my CCTV footage that you’re all having the most convenient life after the boss are out?” He exclaimed after scolding me, as expected from what Magna told me to. “I don’t allow people to also flirt with my son with that cheap dress your wearing, slave!”

I could feel how I suddenly feel heartbroken by his words. He didn’t spare anyone with the sharp of his tongue. It penetrated my heart again, and I could feel how my eyes are getting dull. My throat are even tightening and makes me choking. But I couldn’t resist the feeling to cry in front of him. This was absolutely far from what my parents are saying to me.

The dress I am wearing right now is a thing that I’ll keep for the rest of my life after mother sewed this for me till I debuted last month. She really put a lot of effort there that I wished I could to the same. Enough to handle a patience and strength to face the harsh statement coming from the mouth of this old man. “I’m sorry, sir.” I waited for his signal before he could let me go.

He just shooed me away and unbothered of what’s happening. He pretended like it was a usual thing for him. Thus, before I’ve got the chance to enter the door again. I saw Carx staring at me, showing only a pitiful look. I suddenly feel my pocket was vibrating. It’s a message I received from someone saying, “You’ll get used to it. Just cry it all you want. We’re pathetic.” I don’t know what he was saying. But I just twisted the door knob and closed it from behind. I bended and covered my face with both of my palms. I threw my phone away and embrace my knees. I feel weak and actually a pathetic. Must I be thankful because I’m not alone?