"I'm sorry if I interrupted you, Mr. Jrandreys." Bowing, she made her way silently to the door.
What? She is leaving, but the books didn't say anything about that. I never saw any case where the woman leaves the handsome man, who is into himself. No, that can't be right. Maybe my act wasn't perfect. Yes, that's it. I should try a different method.
"I have a few minutes; you can talk about what's on your mind." as I turned the pages of the book to appear as a young handsome scholar. Maybe this would do the trick.
" if it's your fine with it, Mr. Jrandreys," after saying that, she kept silent for a whole five minutes, looking at the floor for a moment. I glanced at the floor too; maybe there is really something worth staring, but no, it's just a damn wood floor. This girl is going to waste my day looking at the floor. Sorry, Miura, but you should speak now or shut up forever. Yes, I don't have another thing to do, and today's schedule is just me staring at the wall. I don't need you to look at the floor for me; I may do that later by myself. Believe me, I have a whole month of experience.
This isn't good at all. Why didn't the love conversation start yet? Why are you taking all this time, girl? Just say it: 'Oh, Mr. Jrandreys, I was always in love with you, and I just couldn't keep it in my chest anymore, so please accept these poor maiden feelings', see how easy that is; it doesn't need a talent. I'm pretty sure if your mother had feelings for me instead, you would have siblings by now. Oh, right.... that would be impossible.
"Miura, let's go for a walk." I once more tossed the Kangaroo Fantasy book onto the bed. This book's author has a major problem; he has to see a therapist; his strange fetishes could drive him in the wrong direction.
"A walk?! but you can't go outside the garden without permission, Mr. Jrandreys."
"Yeah, we are going to walk around the cottage in the garden."
I saw this tactic in a book about a man whose lover was imprisoned under a sea tower. Since they couldn't go to another place, the man took her on a picnic in her tower. It's lame, yes, but the woman was over the moon for some reasons, she was laughing and smiling and seeing every chamber in her tower, as if it was the first time she laid eyes on it. When I read that scene, I threw the book at the window, which broke the glass. that when I heard Laura scream for the first time, and before I knew it, a bunch of fighters were outstanding my door, and in front was the man himself, my father, ready to unleash the attack if I showed any sign of resistance. It was an odd day, but everything went well after a few tests, proving that I didn't go berserk. Also, my mother took Laura for a talk the next day, and even though they came back laughing, I knew many mean things were said, and Laura said none of them.
The following day, I attempted to apologize to Laura, but the poor maid shrugged it off and told me it was all in my head. She then apologized for what had happened and vowed never to do it again while bending 90 degrees. Even though I felt like I should have apologized, I just took her apology.
without permission, my boundaries are just the garden around the cottage, or my father will decide to visit me again.
"Follow me." Yes, I stole this sentence.
Wait a second. I looked at myself, and I am still in my pajamas. No, I can't go back now and ruin my momentum. That 'follow me' came out too perfect; it will lose its meaning if I say it again.
"Mr. Jrandreys, are you going outside in these clothes?" No, she noticed I have to do something. " you saw me in these before." With that, I opened the door and went outside to not give her time to say anything.
shiny sun, no clouds, and a gentle breeze—it's all perfect for the ideal date. It's not my ideal weather, but people love to go on picnics in this weather. I am a rain guy, and the sun is not for my kind, just for you Miura, there wasn't much to see outside, just the red fence and another cottage on the other side of the fence; it's a copy of mine and didn't have any special things in it, that's where the mother and daughter live; the two are in and out of mine, but I never went to them. That's not fair, if you ask me. How many times I wanted to just accidentally go there and open the door accidently of course, but my father made the red fence to prevent that.
The only difference between the two cottages was the bench chair in front of mine, and I have no idea why I have it, but it's mine, and that's all I know. I patted the empty space for her, and without a word, she sat next to me, and just like that, we had another five minutes of silence. Girl, I just have three days; don't waste one of them like that, please.
To think about it, the mother and the daughter didn't seem to me like the kind of people who talk a lot. That's why, as a man, I should initiate the conversation.
"Miura, I have a question to ask."
"Yes, Mr. Jrandreys, ask what you want."
"Miura, what is your last name?" I know this is a this is a stupid question, but I didn't have time to think about another question; it's just happened, and I just asked what first came to my mind, and yes, I know her last name is Martin.
"It's Ember; my full name is Miura Ember."
huh? No, I am pretty sure your last name is Martin, the same as your mother, unless you are adopted, which you are not just by looking at the similar face you share, we can't start our relationship with a lie, but I will forgive you this time. It's clear you are not yourself today. this is the time for another question, and this time I have one in mind.
"What do you do in your free time?"
"After doing my homework, my mother allowed me to play with my phone for two hours, and then I will go help her take care of you, Mr. Jrandreys"
"homework? but we graduated in the last month?" We both got our certificates; we are adults now and can apply for any job we want—just her, of course—so why does she still have homework to do?
A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Hhhh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jrandreys, by homework, I don't mean like the ones Mr. Han was giving us every week; it's different; it's about my dream job."
"I see, what is it?"
"what?"
"What is your dream job?" What do you think I'm asking? She didn't answer me; she just kept looking at the red fence, and the new silent session started like that. After five minutes of nothing, she finally looked at me and said, "I am sorry, Mr. Jrandreys, but I want to keep this a secret for the time being."
" you don't have to apologize; it's your dream, and you have the right to keep it secret."
"Mr. Jrandreys am sorry if I am rude, but can I ask you for a favor?"