A fuse was blowing from my head. The harder I clap my cheeks, blaming myself, the redder and the worse it got. A stain of my hands was printed on my cheeks. I pout my lips and sulk down the seat and gave Liam a stare.
"Hey, what's that for? Right, little money is mad, how 'surprising'" Liam cheered. He put on a smile and ray of light shined out of him. His mood was scaring me a bit.
I rolled my eyes, crossed my legs, and rest my head on my palm. My skin was soft, luring me to fall asleep again. What can I say, I am a heavy sleeper?
Then, it hit me. The biggest brick that was built finally hit my senses. "Liam, where are you taking me?" I questioned. I also had many other questions where filling my head: I just met him, what the hell am I doing in his car? Am I sick or what? I was afraid of my own shadow. It feels as if I am sinking deeper and deeper into my brain's wormhole.
"Oh, we are going to your house, but we're going to stop at a store for a bit," He said. He puts on his glasses and his coat over his back. I gave out a sigh and just had to trust him for a while. I started feeling the heebie-jeebies down my guts.
We passed by many huge oblong buildings; our destination was further than my house. We finally reached the store that he talked about; It was a convenience store: 8-Twelve. His tongue licked his lips, moistened it. Daddy's hungry.
"Alright, take care of the car for a while, Money," He passed the keys and took a few cash with him. I locked the car and viewed him from a distance. From my point of view, he is going to be back in a flash.
He walked by a couple of rows and finally found himself at the 'rice' section. His eyes were searching for the salmon flavour. He picked it out and walked out to the cashier to pay.
Knock knock knock. He is back. I can hear his fist pounding on the window. I positioned myself to the driver's seat and unlocked the car.
He came in and held a plastic bag filled with Onigiri? We came all the way here for that, he should have known that I can cook. The helpless look on my face could not bear to show in front of him; He was not worth it.
He took one and handed me the other. He put it on my lap and began to unwrap the layers of plastic. The taste of the seaweed, the sticky rice and the delicious salmon could not have delighted him more. In my head, I could imagine that it was heaven for him as he was savouring it with delight and pleasure. He ate his onigiri slowly to 'appreciate' or at least taste every bite of it.
I picked up the onigiri and examine the onigiri from my lap. What is special about this onigiri? It looks worse than the ones I made.
Hesitantly, I had difficulties peeling out the layers of plastic. Looks like the pollution rate is going off the charts. Cannot wait to see the look of the president.
After peeling every layer of plastic, I took a bite. The taste was decent (but not as tasty as mine). The taste of the seaweed is dry, it is like eating a thin layer of paper. As soon as I reached the rice, it was not as sticky as I expected it to be, but the taste of the salmon savoured the onigiri.
"Hey, how's the onigiri?" He asked. He was wiping his mouth with a tissue; Obviously, his 'appreciation' was faster than I thought.
I turned my face and gave him a blank face while nibbling on the onigiri.
"That's not how you eat it" he took me by him and caught my attention. Our eyes met but I could only think the fact that he is a stranger to me. My eyebrows gave a fretted look on my face: he is doing this on purpose.
As I closed my eyes, I could feel his fingers wiped off the rice on my lips. Jeeze, he could have told me. I retreated and looked away. On the way back, the awkward atmosphere went with us (but mostly, it was pestering me)
Upon arrival, the gate wide opened; It seems that Father's home. Great! I could use this opportunity to escape from him.
The car stopped and I was unbuckling from my seat. Liam's hands pursed on my shoulders. I took a glance whilst still trying to unbuckle my seatbelt. His head leaned close to my face and I froze for a moment. What is he trying to do now?
He leaned closer to my ears and whispered: "See you later Money". He blew in my ear and helped me out.
Father's shadow was spotted behind the curtains. He had a grin on his face; he was happy. What could this mean? Oh, I knew it, I will be writing down Moby Dick's book for the next few months! 'Call me Ishmael' what kind of crap would say that? A fuse was blowing in my head. All I could think of was how unfortunate my life was after meeting Asahi, that dick.
What could be in fate's hands?