And Arya and I both got into the car. She's already gotten it out of the plaza.
"Don't you want to eat anything, Dionne? Think about it while we're still here in the city," I said, shaking my head.
I'm tired and want to sleep. I need to get some rest. I leaned back in my car seat, feeling the pain. And I didn't notice the time when I closed my eyes. My spirit was awakened by Arya's voice.
"Get out of the car, Dionne; we've arrived," she said.
I nodded and unbuckled myself from the seatbelt. I went straight to my bedroom and climbed into bed.
"Get dressed, Dionne, so you can sleep well," Arya advised.
"Thank you, Arya, and good night."
"Good night," she replied.
I changed my clothes. I didn't even take a half-bath because I was cold. I closed my eyes and lay down on the bed. I've been engulfed by darkness.
I got up early the next day. I walked out of the room to go to the kitchen. The house was silent. I thought Arya wasn't awake yet, but she emerged from the bathroom.
"Good morning, Dionne," she smiled.
"Hello and good morning."
"I assume you awoke this morning, Dionne; weren't you tired last night?"
"Certainly not."
"I'm going to the office today, so you're just at home writing stories; don't try to meet that man; I'll rubbed your hair if you do," she threatened.
In response, I nodded.
But I'm too intrigued by Noah's desire to speak with me. And, whether I admit it or not, I really missed him. I want to see him and, if possible, touch him. I don't mind if Arya calls me stupid.
"Why are you so quiet there, Dionne? Are you going to do anything now?" she inquired.
"Nothing."
"Good, eat. I've prepared food for you. I'm leaving. Okay? Just call me if you have any problems."
"Yes."
Arya emerged from the kitchen, and Noah had texted me the location where the two of us would meet.
I ate for a while before taking a bath.
I've left the house and am waiting for a taxi.
A taxi later pulled up in front of me. I boarded it and drove it to the city.
Noah just texted me that it had been sitting there for a while.
I'm not sure how I'll feel if we meet again. The overabundance was caused by the force of the hitting on my chest. I got out of the taxicab. After that, I took a slow step inside the restaurant. It's as if I'm afraid to confront him and want to flee.
I don't want anything he says to hurt me. He waved at me as if we were ordinary aquintances. I felt helpless because I believe he doesn't care if he injures me.
I approached Noah's table with caution. I wanted to hug him tightly, but I restrained myself lest I forget he had abandoned me. I didn't give him a smile. When I faced him, I was very formal.
"Hi, Dionne," he said, kissing my cheek, but I refused.
"What do you want, Noah? Say whatever you want; my time is limited," I said.
I felt like I was about to fall from where I was standing. It was foolish of me to agree to meet with him here. It's a good thing I'm still holding on to the chair.
"Sit down first, Dionne. Let's talk first," he said, as if we hadn't previously been together.
My rage at him grew. I wanted to slap and punch him just to get back at him. He took my hand in his and examined my stomach. I took his hand off my shoulders.
"Say whatever you want, Noah; I didn't come here to greet you." He swallowed. He didn't appear to want to speak.
"I'm sorry for leaving you behind, Dionne. I didn't have a choice. I got Arriane pregnant, and the family wanted to kill me." I smirked.
What a great reason! The drone in my head. This type of person should not be around. What a squandering of my tears for him. I'm tired of hearing his excuses because nothing will change.
"Do you have anything else to say?" I asked, looking at him intently.
We locked our gazes on each other. But I didn't see an apology in his eyes. And he took it from my pocket and handed it to me. A charge card. I burst out laughing. Even ten credit cards won't be enough to compensate for the pain I'm experiencing right now.
"I don't need it. Is this a bribe for leaving me just for that woman? I can raise my child without requesting alimony."
"You're also expecting my child!"
"There are times when I wish you hadn't been the father of this child."
"I'm sorry; what else do you want me to do?" he yelled at me.
What a haughty beast! His truth was revealed. It didn't teach me how to truly apologise. Maybe he went to look at what life I had when he left me and laugh. I gave him a sweet smile in response to his surprise. I slapped him across the face with the credit card.
"It's too early; stick it in your lungs!" I advised.
I noticed his face had darkened, possibly due to embarrassment. Now I see that I mistook the person I loved for someone else. I fell in love with the wrong person at the wrong time. I'm not going to cry. But then my tears began to fall. What a wonderful life I have.
I wiped my eyes with the handkerchief in front of me. I'm not going to cry because I'm in public. I went for a walk to get rid of the rage and pain I was experiencing.
I'm in Veronica's kitchen right now. I used to get up early in the morning to cook. Right now, I don't have time to go for a walk. I put off going to the hospital to apply for a job as a doctor. For the time being, I think I'll stick to being an editor. I could hear the mother and daughter entering the kitchen.
"Why didn't you take a bath, Jia?" my sister questioned.
"Mommy, the shower water is cold, so I can't take a bath."
"It's better to be cold so that all of your pain in your body is gone." I know Jia is upset.
"Mommy, I'm still young; why am I already sick?" I chuckled as I overheard their conversation.
"You have no idea why you're already sick?" my nephew asked, shaking his head.
"Because your movements are excessive, as is your love of running."
The child smirked.
"What do you expect from a child, Uncle?"
"Enough of that."
"OK, sit down at the table and eat."
The mother and daughter sat down and took their spoons and plates.
"It's really your career to live here." My sister said.
"Of course, I don't want to go back to the mansion because I don't want to see Daddy's face all the time,"
"You can't deny him as your father no matter how many times you avoid him because it's like you've been torn apart,"
I was frustrated.
"However, we don't share the same habit. If I had a child, I would not be like my life, which they constantly disrupt. "
"Eat up, Lennox; stop thinking about it."
"How can I not think, Veronica, what if the day comes when I realize he's planning something against my will?"
Veronica abruptly ceased speaking and shook her head.
"I'm not sure."
My phone rang from inside the apron. When I looked at it, I noticed Clara calling.
"Why, Clara? I've already sent you the entire manuscript."
"I know."
"So, what exactly is it?"
"Would you like to play?"
"It's still morning," I grumbled.
"We're not going to drink; we're going to eat out."
"Alright."
"All right." She told me once, she hung up the phone. I noticed Veronica's eyebrows rising. But she was not saying anything.
"I have to go, sister. Something came up."
"A woman?"
"A friend." My answer.
I stood up and removed the apron. I first took the car key to the bedroom and left afterwards.
I jumped in my car and drove away from Veronica's house. I was perplexed as to why Clara was so gracious as to come out. It's far too workaholic to make it a habit to soak inside rather than outside. So I was wondering what was so exciting about today. Clara texted me when my phone rang. Concerning the restaurant where we can eat. When I arrived at Clara's alleged restaurant, I got out of the car. I noticed her in the inside because the restaurant's design features a glass wall. I entered and approached her.
"How come you haven't ordered yet?" I asked.
"I was waiting for you."
I noticed the tone of her voice was different. I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her.
"Do you have a problem? Your call surprised me."
"I'm just hungry, and I didn't have a companion, so I called you."
"Are you sure? Why don't you tell me about your problems? You keep hiding them, but it always comes out," she said, taking a deep breath.
"My boyfriend cheated on me; I saw it with my own eyes; they were kissing in public," she sobbed.
"Don't cry, Carla. We're in a restaurant; perhaps they're wondering and assuming I'm the one making you cry."