"Will you talk to me properly If I finished all of this?" I asked him while eating as fast as I can a one gallon of mango and chocolate ice cream.

This is my favorite. And I think I can also eat this for the whole day if only I am not on a diet.

"If you eat ten gallons of that, I might even think about it."

Hmm...

I just nodded unconsciously. It would be hard if I still complained. He might roared at me or worst he will really never talk to me like what he did earlier.

After all, since when did I ever protest?

He's really a hot-blooded human being. I am not really sure if he is a human being either. How can a human being be so hot and so cold at the same time? Can you imagine it?

For the record, that question of mine earlier is the 25th time I ever ask him about it. And that record is just for this day. The countless times I am asking him that all the time is still not included. To think that I will only be answered by that...

I really don't know why we never get along so well, yet we are still together. Well, maybe because he doesn't have a choice. Or he did not ever have a choice since he died, huh?

To hear it was already saddening and to imagine that it was just me who's holding him for this long hurts me more.

"Iris!" someone shouted from the outside of the ice cream shop. It was my classmate who also lives in the village I live with.

Fely walked towards us and eyed Dion who's busy typing on his phone. She giggled without a sound a bit before pointing outside to me. She was very nervous to make a sound or anything while she's in front of Dion.

"Okay. I'll be there soon."

She mentioned a calling sign again and mouthed "call me" before leaving.

When Fely already left, that's when Dion raised his head up and looked at me as if he did not see anyone or anything.

His eyes are questioning me if I'm already done eating so I just nodded merrily.

After seeing my nod, he abruptly stood up and fixed all the mess I have made in the table before walking towards the glass door. He did not say anything, and I already understand that.

We're leaving. It's time for him to move back to the office and finish his workloads and it's time for me to go to my meeting with my classmates. That is all. He doesn't have to talk or mention anything to me because I should have understood that.

It was always the kind of situation we had when we are together. I am always the one who's talking. He will eye me for something that he wanted to say, and my role is to nod at him and just understand everything.

Very easy yet very annoying.

How could he do that every time? How could he not waste even a small pinch of his voice just to say, "No" or "We're not doing that."

He has eyes, nose and lips. He's complete with everything and yet he acts as if he doesn't have one.

I sighed.

He pulled the door of the driver sit and let me wait till forever outside. So with a usual annoyed and surrendering face, I just pulled the door for myself.

"You're so slow. I'm going to be late." He said in his low baritone voice with his usual smug face.

I want to get annoyed of what he said, but I remembered that this was the second time he spoke this day. Would you believe it? He spoke again! For real!

"Am I dreaming?" I asked out of nowhere.

He eyed me evilly so I just stopped asking. That's it. Maybe I really am just dreaming.

While we're driving back home. I remembered all of the things that happened for the past years that I'm with him.

Dion Pierre Montaleon is a 24 year old Architect. He's my father's trainee before. He worked as an assistant for my father. But my father Engineer Ireneo Agustus Arfiyaz died in a heart attack 4 years ago when I was just 16 years old. He's the only one that I have yet he still left me.

My mother died after giving birth of me so to sum it all up, I am already an orphan. And this man beside me is my father's trustee that he left me with him.

He holds the sake of the firm for almost four years now. And I'm already on my fourth year in college that he can already pass it on to me the firm that my father handed to him.

He lives in my mansion.

My father asked him to stay with me until I can finally handle the firm by myself. Our mansion is located in the province while the firm is in the city. He travels all the way from the mansion to the firm instead of just staying with his family's house near it. It was easier because it is nearer to the firm but he chooses to stay in the mansion.

Sometimes he goes back to his parents, but he's here more often. I could only see him here for the whole day every Wednesday and Sunday. I would go to school three times a week, but he's in the office for almost the whole week. It is only a miracle that I would bump onto him in this mansion on Wednesday for his day off because even if it is his free day, he would go somewhere else just to do something I wouldn't even know.

It's funny how I remember everything that happens so clearly when I could not even dare to ask him if he could remember anything about it...