The day ended and I was back, all wore out of a long day of work. It was all tired that I open my penthouse door but remembering what happened earlier energised me. A smile grew on my face, I putted on the light. Closed the door behind me and went in removing my coat and have it sit on the sofa in the room. My tie soon joined it. I unbutton few button of my shirts with my eye scanning my living room. It was as clean and organise like I left it this morning despite having made my secretary come to fetch a forgotten document. Nothing has been touched, perfect.
My eye landed on my piano, by the corner of the room and beside it stood my violin. I walked to it, my smile slowly falling from my face. I placed a finger on a note and had it resonated in the silent room. I couldn't remember the last time I sat down and played. As time passed, I became more and more busy and had little to no time for my hubbies.
I sat down, melancholy, wanting to place after a long time but as soon as I placed my fingers to play the motivation disappeared. My hands frozen in spot, unwilling to move. I breathed out and gave up. It reminded me why I began to give it less and less of my time. Neither to my piano or violin.
It all began with Eva. Since we fell apart, playing reminded me too much of her. Of how I love her and how she hurt me. It was too much of emotions to bear and with time, I played it less and less and then, work came in the equation, leaving me little time for myself. True, I was using it as an escapism, to escape my life.
I remained in place, reminiscing my life when Eva was still a part of it and trying my best not to think about how she broke me. I loved her but I was still a little bitter by the events. When I couldn't take the past anymore, I stood up. There was no need to dwell on the past any way. It was better to focus on the presence, and in my presence, like in my happy past, she was present.
I grabbed my coats and tie from the sofa and went to my bedroom. I threw them in the basket for wore clothes. My shirt soon joined them. I was making myself ready to fresh up when my bell door ring, disrobing my tranquillity.
The person at door didn't remove his hands once on the bell ring since he place it on it. It constant ringing irritated me and I left the room furious. What was their problem! It was not a way to come in someone house uninvited and this late at night. I just came back of work and last thing I needed was a freak pulling away my peace.
"What is your problem!?" I shouted opening the door with force. I was surprise to see Melissa standing behind. My face soften at her sight.
"I'm the one to ask you that, what the fuck is your problem!?" she yelled back pushing her way through in my penthouse.
I closed the door and walked to her. She was angry, was the least I could say.
"Please tell me you are not getting married to Eva," she said. Waiting impatiently for my reply.
"I'm not getting married to Eva, happy?" I asked folding my arms in front of my bare chest. It made me realised I didn't wear a shirt on before opening the door.
"Really?" her face hopeful.
"No. I said what you told me to. Can I take my bath now?" I asked irritated.
My long hair was falling on my bare shoulder, and on my chest. I push it on my back with a swift move. I didn't mess her eyes on me, scrutinizing my body, in the most obvious way possible. She wasn't hiding her action. It wasn't the first time I caught her staring at me in such a way but lately, she has be completely obvious with it. I wasn't sure how to interpret it. As a friend admiring the beautiful sight or did it had a hidden meaning? I prefer not to think about that. In her defense, she wasn't fluster nor seem affected by my sight. It was properly nothing.
"You can't be serious here. You are really getting married to Eva? How?" she asked, rapidly going back to business. What does she seem so agitated by it? It wasn't like it was anyway surprising to her that I agreed to marry Eva.
"What confuses me here is the fact that you are surprise. You perfectly know about my true feelings toward Eva behind may play of hating her," I only told Zach about it but she knew without me telling her. As Zach always said, my feeling was obvious for anyone with eyes. I only confirmed it years later when I told her about my true feelings toward Eva and how my hate for her was just a facade.
"Yes and I totally support that but loving her and getting married to her are two complete different thing Klaus," She pointed out. Now she lost me, how was it any different? Loving her implied I wanted to be with her.
"What? What did you want me to do? Decline her offer of us getting married when it all I always wanted but never dare myself to dream because of her obvious hate for me?" That instead was what was insane to me.
"She was the one who proposed to you?" I nodded.
"More reasons for you to have refuse this!" she exclaimed. I remained calm, still lost at to where she was trying to head to.
"Have you thought of what she had in mind when she asked you this?" I gave no reply.
"No, you didn't. Unlike you, Eva hates you and there is no undying love for you behind it like yours. You should have taken your time and think this through, or reject her on spot," She finished.
"You can't be serious," Why on earth should I reject her?
"I'm totally serious. May be she is planning something on either of us and the easier way is by being close to you. Have you thought of that?"
I had already thought about that possibility and it was exactly what Zach told me as well and now Melissa. With the three of us thinking the same, it was mush likely for it to be true. Maybe Eva really was planning something, whatever it was, I was ready to face it but for nothing, I would backup from this marriage.
"I already talk about this with Zach, you don't have to repeat it," I said exasperated. I was tired of this.
"Zach already knows about this?" she asked surprise.
Now it was my turn to be surprise because I thought he was the one who told her but it seems not to be the case. How was she informed then? Has news already went out? It was unlikely since the Farewell wasn't happy with the marriage and won't have it spread so fast and my parents weren't the type to inform the public about private matters.
"Yes. Isn't he the one who told you about it?" I asked.
"Of course you have told him. I'm sure you when straight to him and told him about all that happen but you didn't think of informing me and I have to be the one to come to you." She complained.
"Sometime I feel like I'm not part of your friendship. Am I a nuisance for you guys? You want me out of your life?" Now I felt bad.
"Of course not. How could you think like that? You are my friend as much as Zach is,"
I was genuine. She was my friend as Zach was. The issue was, I was more open with Zach about my feelings. He was the only one I trusted enough to talk about certain things. It has nothing to do with me not loving her as well.
"Then it doesn't show Klaus,"
"Come here," I hugged her.
She was right, I was more distant with her than I was with all my friends. The reason I won't be able to tell but I loved her. She was an important person in my life.
"I knew you will react like this and I was thinking of a way to tell you. Zach is calmer than you and will have taken the decision better,"
"Or maybe because you knew he will support you because just like you, he wants Eva back in his life,"
"Don't you want the same thing?" I asked.
Wait, did she just sniffed me? I wondered as pulled out of the hugged. It was strange hugging her while half naked. It felt way too intimate to my liking. I kept my face unreadable as I listen to her.
"Yes I do, but keeping in mind is Eva we are talking about. She could do anything. I don't really trust her as much," I nodded in understanding. She had her reason to distrust Eva like I had but it won't stop me from getting married.
"Maybe but I can't let this chance go. You know that. What was the probability for this happen? It's my chance and I have to take it,"
"Fine!" she resigned,
"Here I thought could be best friend with your wife and be her maid of honor but that plan is abandon. Eva can never let me stand beside her," she folded her arms and pouted.
"You can one of my groomsmen with the others?" I chuckled. It was true she often joke about it. That was if I ever got married, it wasn't going to arrive soon.
"I slay in suits so that good,"
"Now, can I go and fresh up or at least wear something?"
"Of course" her face became red, why?
"I will be on my way," and she flee leaving me with an ambiguous emotion.
Who was the person who told her about our marriage? And also, why didn't she seem happy like she was supposed to be? For all this years, she has always tried to gain Eva's friendship back and now that is way at a hand reach level, she want me to back up. It was really confusing. And most importantly, does she actually had feelings for me? I hoped not. It would be disastrous.