The next week, I tried to act like I'm not affected at all. Whenever I am walking outside to exercise I always try my best to have a fierce face. Also, I try hard not to show up to Zayden.
"$4.45, ms," the cashier girl said. I ordered one grande white chocolate mocha. I gave $5 to the cashier. She smiles at me that's why I smile back.
To tell you the truth, I am not always in my mood. I feel like everything was there when that happens. I assume that they were talking about me even if they really not. I am trying my best not to think like that but my mind keeps disobeying me.
I sat down at the table near the glass window. I take a sip in my drink while watching the vehicles. "I am tired" I whispered. Now is Saturday so many people were here, relaxing themselves.
I didn't have work now because it's my rest day. I was thankful because of that because for me it is not just to rest my body, it is also to rest my mind. To have a peace of mind. My phone suddenly rang. "Sylvie," the man with a deep voice said. I know who is it. "Can we talk?" He said.
I will end the call but Zayden suddenly speaks "Do not end this call. I know you will do it" he said in a confident way. I rolled my eyes. Last week, I was so stressed thinking if I should talk to him or not. I was also thinking if I should forgive him or not. For me, It's easy to forgive but I can not forget what happened. It's hard to forget what he said to me.
"What do you want?" I said in a cold way. I waited for his reason.
"Where are you?" he said. He did not even answer my question. He doesn't even give me enough time to think. He just called me as nothing happened.
"Let's just talk in another time, I am busy now," I said.
He chuckled "I know you are not busy. I asked your manager to let you have a rest day," he said. My eyes widened. He is the one who tells my manager for me to have a rest day!? Did he think that if he did that, I will forgive him soon? He is crazy!
I ended the call but before I did that, I said goodbye first. I did not want to sound arrogant. I laughed when I realized that I should not say that. Yes, I did not sound arrogant but I sound like crazy. I am mad then I did that? I laughed at my idiot step.
I was about to go out to the coffee shop when I suddenly saw Zayden while he was looking at me. I turn my gaze to other things. How did he know that I am here? I did not remember saying it to him.
I was walking on the street, I thought I was already far from him but I was wrong. His car was beside me! He was following me! I try my best to walk as fast as I can but he stopped his car beside me where I can not escape from him.
He went out in his car then he stands in front of me. "Please, let's talk" he pleaded.
I have no choice but to allow him to talk to me. He helps me to enter his car but I refuse. He asked for a talk I will give him that. While we were in his car. He was secretly snatching a glance at me in the mirror in the middle of both of us. I just ignore it. I looked at outside the window. Minutes passed and we still not talking to each other. I guess no one wants to.
We are now here in the big house. It's like a mansion. "What is this place?" I asked, just curious.
He turns his gaze on me "Our house" he said.
We are now in front of the door of his house. I was suddenly shocked when someone opens the door for us. I guess it is their maid. "Welcome Mr. Sierhi and Ms" they greeted. My mouth shaped O on what In have heard. His surname is Sierhi? He is the son of the one of the most known names here?
I froze. There are many things that he wasn't telling me! Did he think that if I knew that he came from a family of Sierha, I will gladly accept him? Even if he came from a rich family I will still not! I feel like he still thinks the same. He still thinks that I am a gold digger.
I wanted to go home. I did not want it here anymore. I did not want to disrespect anyone so I really wanted to go home. "Sylvie" he called me. I am trying my best to stop my tears from falling down. I did not want anyone to see me cry again! "What is wrong?" he asked in a worried tone.
I can not even look at him straightly! Because I think if I turn my gaze at him, my tears will freely fall. I did not want that do happen!
We enter their living room. My heart was beating so fast and I did not know what to do! I wanted to calm my self but my mind is still not cooperating!
They have many maids that are always looking at us. Sometimes I can see that they were judging me. But I have no choice but to ignore them. Some maids are smiling at me that is why I am smiling back at them.
When I feel that my tears were slowly dropping, I immediately wiped it so no one can see that I was secretly crying. I did not know that the simple person that I know is like this. Yes, he is rich. But I think he is not worth it for my trust. He is not worth it!