THE THINGS I CANNOT TELL

EDDY

My father makes the most spontaneous decisions. No wonder it was always difficult to work with him, and he thinks I am still not good enough.

I pulled out another stick from the cigarette pack I had in my other hand. Sighing, I lit it and had drawn a long puff from it when I noticed someone was loitering beside me.

"We just had to board a flight when we had better options," I sighed, leaning back on the wall of the cabin. 

I was pissed standing as a family with Freddy, Lola and my father. Freddy was a freaking rival as long as I was concerned, and Lola? an intruder that was going to be done serving her purpose soon. So, I had strolled to a quiet corner to get a smoke or two.

"It's just impossible to please that old man!" I snapped, stomping my feet hard on the ground, pulling my jacket closer, and readjusting my scarf to cover my face.

I drew another long puff from my cigarette, releasing it towards the mass of fog in front of me, my brain suddenly getting weary of the other presence in my space.

I didn't want to turn.

"Get lost," I barked. "You're going to make me lose it."

"Uuhm, I'm sorry, but..."

The voice sounded familiar, but my mind was too busy to figure it out at once.

When I turned, she stopped talking.

"What the hell," I grunted in a low tone.

"Who do you think you are to interrupt my moment?" I turned my body to face hers, dropping the half burnt cigarette stick beside me and crushing it dead under my shoes.

She exhaled deeply, causing me to feel nothing but irritation.

"This isn't intentional. I just thought I could speak with you on something."

A smirk played on my lips, curiosity getting the best part of me.

"Go on!" 

"I just thought we could talk about what happened the other day," she hesitated, her breathing short and anxious, her fingers playing against her hair.

"I don't have all day, Lola."

"Look, Eddy," her voice suddenly came up. "I don't know what you heard, but it was certainly not my fault. I promise you, Eddy. I won't jeopardize an opportunity like that. I wouldn't dare you like that." She spoke like the words pricked her tongue, and it made her look even more pathetic. I couldn't bear it.

She was dumber than I thought. I knew what I did. I knew the results I expected, and I know exactly why I went for that, but of course, she was too dumb to read between the lines.

"Get lost. Go away. How is it my fault that you are how you are? You got exactly what you deserved," I tried to keep the perfect expression — Shock. Disappointment. 

She just stood there without a single blink, frozen down to her feet. 

I don't care. She brought this upon herself, and she had left me with no choice.

"You know what? Maybe, you deserved more than you actually got. I should drag you across the street without clothes. Show the world how much of a good wife you are."

I couldn't keep my cool to the end of it. I glared hard at her like a piece of junk I couldn't wait to discard.

"This is just the beginning, Lola," I dropped coldly. Adjusting the flaps of my jacket, I strolled past her to meet the others in the shade.

I heard her sniffle hard behind me. A smirk stretched across my lips, then it slipped into a smile, but my joy cannot not be complete until she no longer occupies that position in my life.

The day had become brighter, more people filling into the airport with the same excitement and impatience, which was very much different from how much I felt like I was on a noose to be led to somewhere I don't want to be.

Swallowing, I pulled up my sleeve to look at my wrist watch again, hoping that, somehow, we missed the goddamn flight.

It was about seven minutes to our boarding time, and I was sure my father wouldn't allow anything to stop us from taking that flight to Norway.

My chest tightened with all the emotions I was finding very difficult to control, the strong urge to go underwater coming hard at me.

Looking around for a restroom, my eyes fell on a familiar figure, tall, gliding through the crowd while pulling his luggage behind him with that particular urgency of a passenger that was just a minute to missing his flight.

I couldn't believe my eyes, but at the same time, I understood it completely. I'd have been surprised if he didn't show up.

Connor Millow had always been around my wife , like a bee attracted to honey.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, relaxing my shoulders, I waited for him.

I think he had seen me from that distance, but was going to attempt walking past. Connor wasn't stupid though. He knew I'd put him right back in his place if he tried to move funny.

"Doctor Connor. Long time, no see," I smiled at him, my eyes conveying a thousand more messages than my words did.

He exhaled sharply, his breathing hard from the rush of making sure to not miss the flight of his dreams.

"Hi, Eddison," he returned, his fingers fumbling against the handle of the briefcase.

"I didn't know you were taking a flight today," I teased, keeping a straight face to make the punch harder.

His eyes flickered uncomfortably, his expression falling from how much he was struggling to come up with the right words for the moment.

That was very unlike Connor, but I guess he has gone too deep, he didn't even want to deny it anymore.

"Uhm...I am flying with the family," he finally muttered, steadying his stance to face me squarely.

For what seems like the longest five seconds of my life, we stared hard at each other, no words, just energies that clashed and fought to subdue.

"If Lola wasn't flying, I doubt you'd be here," I spoke out, suddenly breaking the silence between us.

"Eddy!" he defended, but his expression fell right back to helplessness.

"You can't even lie to save your pathetic a*s anymore," I giggled threateningly.

"Maybe---," his breathing was hard, "maybe, you should try to stop doing this."

"Maybe, you should tell yourself the truth more," my face hardened with a response.

"This is nothing. I just thought I could support your Freddy," he replied, his best shot at staying neutral, and not excited because he was finally going to get together again with Lola.

"We will be late for the flight," I said, turning around and walking straight ahead.