I totally forgotten when was the last time I admire someone. I forgot how this butterfly on my stomach would feel. I also stop meeting and knowing someone. I just got tired of hoping for love.
I thought it was all just fine to be alone. Until now that I saw how my bestfriend was crying all her eyes out with joy. She just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I am so happy for her and I felt an eerie feeling of being sad when her boyfriend hugs her while she is holding her baby. They are a family.
"Dee, what time will you leave? I think your Mom is looking for you."
Rosie asked while smiling and holding her baby.
My friends were not new to my family issue. They knew how strict are my parents. I think that is also one of the reason why I became single all my life. When I was in Secondary, I never had a chance to go somewhere else. My Dad would always pick me up at school and that is how my life goes. Even during college and until now that I am working.
"Dad is on his way. Gonna pick me up."
I smiled a bit. Yes, before being dependent with my parents is normal to me but right now, I feel so shy. I am earning for us and my salary never landed on my hand. It always lands on my mothers palm. Until I get use to it.
"I hope someday you'll gonna see how big is the world."
Sherene from my left commented. One of my talk-a-thon friend. Good at speaking, talking, love gossips and you can talk to her all day long even at fast pace. That is her talent.
"Don't build your own small world. My God! Do you want my parents to adopt you? I bet, they want a perfect daughter like you."
She added with frustration. This topic is not new to us. We always talk this way. Yes, she may hit a nerve but I would not take it personally. She just care.
"Your parents can adopt me. The question is will my Mom let you?"
I joke a bit and yes, I was caged inside my parents'. I don't know why but I just love them that I don't think of leaving them even if I am not happy anymore. Or was it just the mind setting from them since I was a child?
Our conversation ended when my phone beeps. My father is in the parking area to pick me up.
I bid my goodbyes to my five annoying friends and to John, who's Rosie's boyfriend.
As I went outside of the room I walk straight. I am just hiding it but I am really afraid of hospitals. My friends knew it but I insisted of coming here to see Rosie's condition and her new baby. I don't know why but whenever I see a hospital, I feel like I see death and agony. Being inside sucks my soul out.
My phone beeps as I was walking. It is Dad, he is waiting for me outside. I was about to put my phone inside my bag but it slide outside and fall on the floor. I was about to bend down and get it when there was an ink hand to get it first.
I saw letters 'L-O-V-E' written on each of his knuckles and a tattoo ring on the ring finger.
"Miss"
That hand handed me my phone and before getting my phone I look at to the guy standing tall in front of me.
"Thank you."
I bow a bit but when I was about to get my phone, I saw how this man was inked. Not in full but his tattoos are obvious. Which captures my attention is the letter written near on his arm band. It is 'Joan'. Maybe, a girlfriend's name or what? Nevermind. Do I care?
When he realize I was not getting the phone. He get my hand and put the phone on top of it lazily.
"I'm sorry."
I look at his bored face. He looks arrogant and has this bad boy look. I am so happy that he did'nt cover up his face with tattoo because he looks so fine. Just a piercing on his left ear.
Without a word, the tall, cute, tattoed guy just leave. I'm sorry, I just spaced out because inked guys don't have a good impression to me but I find him cute. I was living with a traditional family thay has bad impression to tattoed human being, but I told to myself, I should not judge people, right?
As I walk outside, I saw my Dad's car. The window is open and I saw him facing his phone in landscape mode. It means, he is playing. Yes, boys, love mobile games. My father is not an exception.
"Get inside, I'll just finish this game."
Like what he said. I did get inside of our not so expensive car and put on my seat belt. It is a second hand model. We are not rich, we had just enough for our daily needs and we also have debts.
I know Dad will took atleast 15-30 minutes to end his game. He is not so old, he is just 41, his eyesight was good so he learned playing mobile games.
I just sit beside him and look at my phone. There is a little crack on it's tempered glass screen due to the impact of falling. Maybe, I'll change it next week. I was just busy scrolling on my facebook when I saw again the tall tattoed guy exiting the hospital. He looks like in rage and crying?
I look at Dad and he was still busy. I continued looking at the guy and an old man follows him. I was shock when the old man held his left hand and punch his face that made him lie on the floor. My eyes widened when I saw blood from his nose. The area where our car was parked is not that far from the exit so I was able to have a clear view.
"Stupid!"
Then the old man get inside. There are some who were just looking at them and no one stopped to help him get up.
I saw how the cute guy cried like not just in pain but in sadness, grief and loosing hope. I feel so sad for him. His bad boy looks never get to hide him being a human that still have feelings.
He was about to get up but he lost balance and fell on the floor again. Maybe, he was hit so hard by that old man. I was about to go out and help him but my Dad started the car's engine which my Dad notice.
"Why Demira? What's wrong?"
I unconsciously shake my head to say nothing but my heart wants to say I want to go outside and help the guy.
"We'll be going."
I just nod. We left and I took one quick glance to that tattoed guy. He is now sitting on a bench but still crying. I really feel sad for him like I want to comfort and hug him.
I feel like I don't see his tattoo anymore but his bare soul. Untattoed guy. Hope I can see him next time.
-End of chapter 1-