I glided down the whole building through the elevator and stood near by the bustling main road for a taxi, sure everything was a chaos as it was Sunday.
And people had a holiday break on weekends which made the roads a traffic jam, everyone wishes to visit their loved ones on weekends, to spend days with, to share pains and happiness with those who we believe would listen.
Luckily I got a cab immediately, as I board the taxi my mind went across the thoughts of Mr MacLaverty.
"Do not know why I'm continuously thinking about him and his strange doings. Something is wrong there with him."
The whole way passed quickly as I got lost in my childhood, the taxi halted with a screech in front of the orphanage and I payed the driver. My face beamed with joy of coming back home, yes I love being here with my people.
"Everything is the same as always, beaming, chirping of kids and all this pleasant atmosphere."
Grandpa took these children in a long ago and raised them up with love. I was one of the oldest children who were adult by now and ready to cope with the world, surviving in this cruelty.
I strode gleefully inside, passing through the vast ground where kids of various ages were playing. Some were reading and others were engaged in practising some instruments for the play which was supposed to held a few days later.
As I passed my mind went through the memory of the day, I was given the flute to practice and to be honest, I suck at it. And was excluded out of the group for better. The silly memory made me giggle in heart, one can recall everything 'happy' when near to his heaven called 'home'.
Grandpa lived in the orphanage along with children after granny left him, no they did not divorced but I do not know the reason why she left.
Maybe somewhere I was the root cause as she immediately moved out after my arrival. I tried to ask grandpa many times but every single time I was scolded for bringing up this topic and stating myself responsible for their separation.
But I always feel grandpa is hiding something from me, something big, very big.
As I stepped inside the building, and someone bumped into me, I was greeted by Lolita, my best friend and roommate here in orphanage.
"Whoa! What are you doing here girl? And why did not you tell me anything about your arrival?"
As we broke free from each other's tight embrace I complained to her, though she visits often but due to her new job at a big company, she seemed busy.
"Ow girl! I'm here to meet you. Grandpa called me today, early in the morning and strictly told me to visit."
She rolled her eyes around and when she spotted nobody, her whisper greeted my ear. Why she whispered when nobody was around, I guess for some safety reasons!
"Grandpa told me that it is your big day today. And as your best friend I should visit to accompany you."
"W-w-what!?"
I could not believed what she said, I felt the world circling around me.
"My big day! What do you mean by this?"
I was quizzical and shocked, many things popped up together in my head.
"I don't know. Maybe he is gonna tell you about your family today. You know he has kept this a secret for long."
Lolita patted on my back, confident in her guess.
"Yeah, maybe."
I forced a smile on my face and tried to be positive.
"No he is not going to marry you off, so it isn't that kinda big day. Be positive Syna."
I assured myself in heart.
Perhaps Lolita was right maybe I was gonna know the secret of my family, as I was left here in front of the orphanage with a letter and this ring. I glanced at the ring on my index finger.
"Stop assuming things Syna. I guess your family had reasons to leave you here, I mean why they would abandon when you being so rich."
I frowned at her, she had been always teasing me of being an heiress.
"I mean see the ring on your finger indeed, it is precious. You could be a blue blood, girl!"
Lolita had been a talker and now here she was making assumptions herself and scolding me not to do.
I laughed at her silly words.
"Let's go and unveil this mystery."
Fingers crossed I dragged her towards the office of grandpa.
But my heart was aching, reasons unknown. I prayed silently that it had to be something other than marriage. As I was not ready for this responsibility and wished to marry someone I 'love'.
As this word crossed my already occupied mind, the image of Mr Sinclair played in front of my eyes.
"What the fu*k is wrong with me today ?"
I hissed under my breath, it has been three days since he dropped me but my mind was slipping across his thoughts now and then.
"It is not....."
My voice was barely whisper as I was shocked upon the revelation.
"No it can't be love at first sight. Don't be silly Syna."
I scolded myself in heart, but somehow I felt my beat fluttering and my stomach curling up with an unknown, inexperienced sensation. Maybe I was shot with the venom of love and I was still in the state of denial.