I finished my Sunday morning music classes, and I stayed at my favorite coffee shop. I love this Cafe because of its WIFI, but their coffee is likable. Going home this early is kinda lonely. I've got nothing to do at home. As I drink my warm espresso, the rain started pouring. I can see the road and parked cars getting soak through the transparent window pane. People got their umbrellas out, and some ran to spot a place to cover themselves from rain.
I checked my bag if I bring my umbrella with me. Luckily, I listened to the weather report. When I quickly glanced outside, a brown-haired woman flashes through my eyes. She's running while covering her head with his hand. Her skirt and shoes are wet. It was from Amy. She looked different from her situation right now. I guess she seems to be lost like a puppy.
I stared at her until she enters the coffee store. I struggled to look away from her and focused on my phone. However, why do I feel I need to help her? She is still standing in the same position, drying herself with a handkerchief.
"Hey, Amy!" I shouted at her, trying to call her.
She looked around to find the voice that called her. She turns her head at my position and hurriedly comes to me.
"Are you waiting for someone?" She asked me, and I can see her skirt dripping with water. She caught me looking at her skirt.
"What are you looking at, pervert?!'
"No, assume nothing. Your damping the floor." I replied and get my hoodie from the table and offered it to her. She looks confused when I tried to give it to her.
"Try to dry your skirt with this." I coldly responded, and she takes my hoodie and wiped it on her skirt. I told her she can seat with that hoodie but she still sat on the chair even her bottom is wet.
"I washed it and hand out it back to you." She answered while wiping herself.
"Return it tomorrow." She suddenly became puzzled at what I stated.
"What?" I asked.
"You're really cold as ice."
"Hey, I gave my hoodie to you."
"No, you're just so plain in talking. Anyway, thanks for this." She answered and I could feel that she is embarrassed.
"So what are you doing here?" Amy asked me.
"Just using my phone." I answered with an orotund voice.
"I agree, you're not the person who would date at a coffee shop." Amy laughed as she said that. Since I got to spend more time with them, Amy has been teasing me for being a sucker in love life. I don't need someone to make me happy.
"What is wrong for not dating someone? Is it required to be a normal human?" I irritatedly asked Amy. I don't get people on social media, they keep posting stuff about their life as sad as hell because they don't have a girlfriend or boyfriend. You can be happy just by yourself, ALONE.
"Nah, it is not something required because we all have our own free will. But I think it is essential." Amy thoughtfully replied. Essential like food or clothes?
"I think I can live every day without dating someone." I strongly opposed what Amy said.
"You can say that because you don't like someone yet."
"Maybe, you're right." I rarely liked someone that I should date them. I have crushes, but it fades away in a short time. Maybe I was busy working my butt off in pleasing my parents.
"Seriously, you don't like someone before. Or perhaps you're...?" I know what she would ask.
"No, it's just... I don't have time for dating."
"Why?" Amy leans her head closer at me.
"Because I need to work hard...." Wait, why am I telling that? I tried to shove her face away.
"Aight, don't touch my face." Amy irritatedly said.
"You're too close." I frowned.
"Why are you so arrogant? If you're angry because of what I have said to you, didn't I apologize?" This girl asks too many questions.
"Because you're too loud..." Amy's face turned churlish.
"You punk..." Amy tried to calm down herself by fixing her hair.
"I'm trying here not to punch you."
"I don't care." And I gave her that dead face.
"Hey! Come here, I will punch that lifeless face!" Amy's voice is too loud and high and other customers were looking at us.
"See you're too loud." I gave her a look that other people are looking at her. Amy was embarrassed and forcedly smiled at them.
Her phone ringed and get it from her bag. Then she moves near to my position and whispers at me.
"You're a dead meat tomorrow." She then takes her bag and stands up to leave. I unconsciously tried to grab my umbrella from my bag to give it to her. Wait..... how about me? Would I just let myself get soaked in the rain for this girl?
"Hey, how will you go home in that state?" I asked.
"Why? Are you worried?" She laughed when she said that. She's teasing me again.
"No..."
"Don't worry punk, Cindy would meet me across the alley." She leaves the cafe and runs amidst the rain.
I stayed at the cafe for ten minutes, hoping the rain would calm down. However, it gets worse, so I went home already. The rain is pouring hard, so my clothes are soaked. When I arrived at home, I saw my parent's car. I ran towards the house. I am 21 years old guy excitedly run just because I would see my parents. When I entered the room, I saw them sitting at the dining table. Mom's hair is white, she's been busy that she forgot to dye her hair.
Dad saw me, and he smiled. I could say he's tired from his eyes.
"Son, have you eaten lunch?" When dad talked, the woman beside her also looked at me. She didn't smile, but she goes to me and hugged me. I never felt this warmth again for a long time.
"Why are you so soaked? Did you bring your car?" Mom asked and stopped hugging me.
"Have you taking vocal training seriously?" Mom asked me, and it disappointed me. I expected them to ask me if I am okay.
" Of course, Mom." I fake a smile.
"Son, we could not stay here longer. We have to leave for work." Dad told me and gave me a hug.
"You guys would not eat here dinner tonight?" asked
"Don't wait for us, it's very busy now in the music studio." Dad told me and they leave the house, AGAIN. I would not see them for weeks or months.
Then I felt someone wrapped me in a dry towel. It was Mrs.Olivia.
"Thanks, Mrs.Olivia." I said to her.
"Do you want me to make you a soup or anything?"
"No, I'm full. I would just take a hot bath in my room."
I went to my room, and I could feel my eyes boiling with tears. I've been holding myself for crying. I wanted to talk to my parents, but I guess it is better left unsaid. Wasn't it really better? Does it make me feel better?