Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

"Then we can stay here till our hair becomes gray and we can't walk anymore." I happily smiled at her. She is sitting in the sand while I am standing few inches from her.

"Don't you miss him?" I eyed her with you-seriously-asking-me-about-that look. She nods and my mood change. I sit beside her.

"I don't understand myself but I am." I admit. I look at the sea and observed the waves coming back and forth. I picked some shells and throw it as far as I can.

"You wanna go home?" I sighed.

"No. We're not even staying here for a day and you're asking me about that. Don't make me change my mind." I face palmed. Actually, I am really confused with my feelings for him but I am not yet thinking to go back.

"I am sure he is looking for you" ahhhhh what's wrong with this girl. She is making me regret this.

"I don't think so. He is so damn rich and handsome. He has a little attitude problem but I am sure a very long line of beautiful girls is still willing to be his woman." I feel so sad thinking about what I am saying.

"Do you want that to happen?" My eyes widened with that follow up question. I look at her with a creased forehead and my eyebrows in one thin line.

"Why are you doing this?" I whined like a child. She laughed.

"You are looking so confused. If I'll ask you again, do you wanna come back?" I look away and heaved a deep sigh.

"I don't know. Maybe I am just missing his presence. We are together for months and I am used to being beside him. Maybe I need time to adjust." I explain

"OK I'll ask you again some other time and let's see" she stand up and offer her hand to help me up. I accepted it and I clean the back of my dress using my hand.

"Let's go back there." she is pointing at a small hut not far away.

We walked slowly and talk about random things.

"This was built by my grandfather when I was still a little kid. This is my space. I go here when something happened and I am feeling upset. We go to the porch and she opened the door. It's not locked. She goes inside and I follow. The hut is small but it's spacious inside. It has a cute living room with a single sofa. And there's another door that I think is a bedroom. There's a lot of toys in here. But most of them are wooden. Puzzles, action figured and cooking toys. I picked a batman action figure and admired it.

"This is nice. Did he also made this?" I excitedly asked because I can see that whoever made this has a gifted hand.

"Yup he did. I am really not into dolls before. I prefer playing cars and soldiers. He loves spoiling me with those. He loves sculpting so during his free time he is doing toys for me."

Again, I envied her. She really has a nice childhood. I wish I had one too. The only thing I remember growing up is being so tired cleaning the house. I seldom play with kids my age because I had a lot of responsibility at home. I also never received gifts from my aunt and cousins. I remembered during Christmas I am just looking at my cousins opening their gifts and they are so happy whenever they got exclusive toys or something that they like. I am smiling watching them because they looked so excited to try it. I am feeling sad but I chose to feel happy for them. During birthdays they got party and a lot of gifts too. And nobody ever remembers my birthday. Ali is the first one to greet me a happy birthday and I cried that time.

"Hey, you okay?" Ali waved her hand in front of me taking me away from the dull moments of my life. I nod.

"You're spacing out. You sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah, I just remember something" she shrugged and open the other door. It was a small bedroom. It was painted in a camouflage and there is a single bed at the side. The bed sheet design are cars.

"Look, who would've thought that this is a room of a girl." she happily sit with the bed and trying to remember every memory she had there by looking at everything.

"This never changes aside from the fact that I am left alone. My grand dad died when I was eighteen and when I turned 21 my mom died too. Sad right? " She looked at me teary eyed.

"That's the sad reality of life. We will all face death in our own timeline. But you need not to be sad about it. At least you met them and experienced to be loved by them. They might be physically gone but they are living there." I pointed her heart. I go to her and hug her.

She's emotional because I guess she deprived herself of grieving before. She doesn't want to be seen by her dad acting so weak from her mom's death. Her wound is not yet healed because she only endured the pain inside but never really recognize it as a wound. She tried to hide it with bandages she thinks can help her stand to face every day like nothing happens. She's bleeding from an old wound that was ignored to be put under medication.

I'm glad she's opening up her true emotions now. I'm sure that will help her and will lessen the burden she has in her heart.

"We are giving you time to feel the pain and hatred. Your feelings are valid. We understand where you are coming from. No one is saying you are wrong because you feel that way. You're just a person and everyone is entitled to feel that and everyone is also entitled to be understand. Always remember that I am always here through thick and thin. Let your hatred and loneliness go. Share them to me and I am gladly listen. Time has come to let go of what is inside here." I pointed her heart again.