Tesla.K.Walter
I heard my father's voice as I descended the stairs. I quickly lowered my headphones around my neck , adjusted my backpack, and continued toward the dining room. On hearing footsteps, he glanced up and continued his conversation over the phone. I was like invisible in this family. I greeted him, and he nodded in return. I sat there and served myself breakfast. Aunt wasn't there to nag me about eating, so I served as little as I could. It's not like he would give a shit anyway, besides I wasn't in a great mood to eat. Actually, I'm never in a great mood. I was almost done with my food when he ended the call.
"Where is your brother? He asked, concentrating on the plate before him. The only time I converse with him is when I make some mistakes or if it's about my brother.
"In his room. Getting ready, " I answered as politely as I could. I was always afraid of dad. He is the one to make you do what he wants with only one gaze, especially when it comes to me. He doesn't even need to utter a word. I waited for Hope to come down. Recently, he is the one who takes me to school. He says he wants to protect me and I understand him, after all, I have worried him so much before. I like it when I'm with him. I feel safe, yet my safety ends within his car,cause as soon as I enter the school gate, everything changes...
The present day.
I woke up with pain in my joints, probably from not sleeping well. It's my first time spending the night on the sofa. I stretched my body, hoping to ease the weariness. My eyes landed on the peaceful soul on the bed and I frowned at the sight. Anyone who doesn't know him would be deceived by his sleeping look.
"So manupulative," I scoffed and strode to the closet and took some clothes with me to the bathroom. I took a hot shower to relieve fatigue. Afterward, I went back inside the room to find the devil still sleeping. I applied cream on my body and went downstairs. I was famished since I didn't eat well during the wedding. I searched in the fridge for something eatable and luckily there was some sausage, eggs, bread and milk . I tied my hair in a messy bun and prepared cooking necessities.
"Time to get something for you, little thing," I muttered and started cooking. I'm not a great cook myself, but after years of living alone, I had to acquire some skills. It was when I finished setting up the table and went back to the kitchen to get my milk that I heard a loud yawning and footsteps descending downstairs.
" You should have at least waited till I finish my food," I muttered to myself as I took a glass of milk with me. I met Red halfway, and he looked messy and untidy. He was shirtless, and I took the chance to check him out well. He is not that bulky guy yet his body was toned enough to get girls drool over him. Excluding me of course.
"Morning chubby," he greeted. When is he going to let go of that name.
"Morning devil," I spat back. I'm never going to let anything slide from now on. He paused before me and stared up and down. What is he doing?
"Stop staring like an idiot " I snapped him from his thoughts.
"Then stop dressing like this at home." If I were those girls from dramas, I'd have blushed. Instead, I rolled my eyes. I had my short on with a long t shirt. Those were nothing to make a fuss out of.
"That should have been my sentence." I sarcastically corrected him. How dare he question my dressing when he was the one who was barely dressed.
"This is how I dress at home," he defended himself.
"The same for me. And for your information, you don't get to decide how I dress up. " I passed by him, and I didn't want to urgue more with him in case I lose my appetite. I only took a bite on my bread when he shouted from the kitchen.
"Hey, chubby, where is my breakfast?" I frowned. I can't even eat in peace. Who does he think I am? His maid?.
"Why would I know?" I shouted back. Then I heard him rushing into the dining room.
"You didn't make one for me?" He asked, looking surprised as if he expected me to do it.
"Why would I make one for you?" I nonchalantly asked.
"My God Tess, can you stop answering a question with another question?"he looked annoyed and frustrated.
"Do I?" I found myself answering. He stared at me like he'd tear me apart anytime soon.
"Tesla," he gritted his teeth. I knew I was pissing him but a tooth for tooth, right?
"What? Thought you didn't know my name. "
He gave a killing glare, yet I didn't give a shit. He sighed.
" Other women cook,their husband's breakfast," he emphasised. I scoffed.
"You should have married those women," I retorted. Those kinds of words don't work on me. "Beside I told you many times that I didn't want this marriage, you refused to take the chance when you could so don't come here lecturing me how to be a good wife cause in my heart I'm still single" I dragged on the last word on purpose. He seems to have forgotten those facts, and someone ought to remind him.
"Why did I end up with a heartless woman like you?" he cursed, walking toward the kitchen.
" Don't disturb my breakfast again," I yelled after him. Why did he end up with me? Huh? Ke must be kidding. I might have betrayed my country in my past life since there is no other explanation for the reason I had to meet him. Usually, first loves or childhood friends are meant to meet again like this. Why am I so doomed to meet my enemy again?