I know that I said I already moved on but damn, I already did. The pain just flashed back again, returning to me like a tidal wave and somehow, drowning me again.
I cleared my throat, leaning on the wall as I gritted my teeth, “Speak your intentions before I’ll open this.”
“I just wanted to ask how are you doing?” He answered through the door and I scoffed at that.
Ask how I was doing. Is he nuts? He really must be out of his mind! How could he just barge in on my new home after all of what he did to me?
But instead, I tried to remain calm. “Good. I am good since you cheated on me.”
There was a pause until he continued, “I am not here to fight you.”
I scoffed, “I know. Now speak what you want and leave me alone.”
“How should I put this…your family couldn’t contact you. Go home now. They need you.”
I blinked, why is he ordering me just like that? He’s already out of my business, and we already have our own lives. For him to come all the way here for trouble and dictate that to me knowing that my relationship with my family is not that healthy…is off.
“Why?” Well, I purposely did not let them contact me as I changed my number. I do not want any toxicity in my life now.
He cleared his throat. “Your little sister called me. Your father’s….dead, Ellaina.”
As soon as he said that, I could hear ringing in my head. I squinted my eyes, feeling pain and I asked him to repeat it.
“Your father is dead, Ellaina.” He repeated. “And I just came to tell you that. Your sister told me that they are waiting for you in your mother’s province. Tell me if you want me to drive you-“
“I am perfectly fine on my own, thank you very much,” I said, cutting his sentence off. I do not want to receive any help from anyone.
“Very well then. I give my condolences to you and your family.”
And still keeping my door closed, I felt his footsteps fading away. My knees turned soft and became jelly that I couldn’t even manage to stand up now. I slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the wall.
Father, my father who had pushed me into a loveless marriage to Noah just to keep his wealth, is dead.
God Knows how many times I wished for him to be dead and he seemed to hear my prayers.
But deep down, I couldn’t even accept it. Damn that old man. I always knew he was a bad grass and knowing his kind, bad grass never gets killed that easily.
Even his riches couldn’t save him from his deathbed.
Breathing deeply, I tried to maintain my calm as I packed my things in my black suitcase. I grabbed my handbag and the keys before looking at my place one last time.
Damn. To think that Manager Smith did his best to make me comfortable and find this perfect room, only for me to leave it again.
Going to my car, I instantly drove myself to the airport. I then hastily booked a ticket and managed everything alone before boarding the plane and going to Davao, where my mother’s province was.
The whole ride took only an hour and a half and the whole time, I couldn’t sleep.
I wanted to weep over my father’s death but I grew numb. I couldn’t even let tears from my eyes as I just blankly stare at the wall.
When a fan even came to me, I just smiled and let her down and said encouraging words to her about how she wanted to be just like me.
All of my business in the entertainment industry, I completely forgot. All I could think was wanting to see my father’s dead body.
Wanting to confirm it.
Wanting to deny it.
That they must have just been mistaken.
I do not believe it.
I am still in the denial stage.
Since my Filipino mother, an Overseas Filipino Worker, married my British father who was a businessman and CEO of Ramirez tech, I knew life would be a bit good for me, but I did not expect that I would be on the rough path, as the oldest child of them.
As I waited for my baggage at the airport, the tv screens were turned on. I could see the show playing there was a bit familiar.
It was the same one that Ajax asked for my number on live television and I refused him.
I absentmindedly watched as I waited for my baggage when suddenly, I could see him, Ajax emerging there, much to my surprise.
I blinked, seeing how the whole people in the airport stopped what they were doing and could even see the teenage girls fangirling over him. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised at how popular he is.
He was wearing a clean black long-sleeve shirt folded on his elbows, his watch was there, the usual watch I see, and with some black pants and his leather shoes. His tanned skin was glowing, but eyes, he was staring at the screen and for a minute I almost could feel that he was staring right at me.
Seeing him appearing on the television after a long time…felt weird.
I felt like it has been a long time since I have seen him. he then appeared at his show and sang for me.
“This is for my daisy.” He suddenly said and I gulped.
Knowing that name.
His nickname for me.
A background song played and he suddenly started singing live. I paused, hearing his deep masculine voice serenading the whole nation live broadcasted in the show.
No, I know damn well that he’s singing for me.
“And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now”
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
When he finished, he smiled at the screen and left. He must have just made a special guest there...
Damn him and his soothing voice. And damn him for serenading the whole nation. Now they are falling in love more with him.
And knowing that felt irritating when I just wanted to gatekeep him and keep him to myself.
No. He’s an actor, I know that would be impossible. Plus, I pushed him away.
That was stupid of me but it had to be done.
“Miss? Are you going to get that?”