After nearly two hours at the ward with Aunt Vicky, Jessica returned back and pretended as if there was nobody in the ward. She looked for a corner and sat on a chair there with her earpieces held on her ears. Seeing that, Aunt Vicky shook her head in disappointment.
Then Frank yawned and Aunt Vicky asked if he was sleepy. He only smiled at her but didn't say anything, however she knew he was somehow sleepy as she could tell from the looks in his eyes. She told him she knew he was sleepy and then told him to go home together with me and rest. However, I wasn't willing to leave just yet. I even intended to sleep there but Aunt Vicky was against it.
She said I had gone through a lot, even though I did nothing much that day. However she pressurized me to go home and rest, urging Frank to go with me as she believed he needed broad rest. She believed the two of us needed to rest so we could gain our strength, as if she had sighted weakness in our body. Exhaustion maybe. She also talked about Jessica that she would like to have a privacy with her.
I didn't know what she wanted to discuss with the young lady but I bet it was about her nonchalant attitude and how disrespectful she was towards, not only me and her but also to Frank who wasn't just anybody. It was practically as if respected was not part of the words in her dictionary. She had no respect, and whatever respect she tend to show was only for a limited time as she would quickly transform or change into her normal self.
Sometimes I used to wonder what kind of a person she was. Always trying to make people talk even if they don't want to. And it was always another her crazy attitude. Perhaps she should just be married off, but married off? Who would marry such a brat? Only the person that didn't know her well or the person that is willing to die young as she would definitely give whoever get married to her heart attack.
Forget about the love she show people, if she could show love to her own mother and then change overnight and start trashing her mother, then just know that she could do anything to anybody without regard for how much love she has for them. One day, her craziness may land her into a very big trouble if care isn't taken. And I am not talking about the trouble she got herself into some days back, I am talking about Federal Offence that could land her into the hands of Federal Investigation Bureau for thorough handling and probation.
Frank and I bade Aunt Vicky goodnight, we didn't care biding Jessica because she wouldn't hear us even if we try. Actually, she had earpieces held in her eyes and since we could hear the sound of the song she was listening to; to an extent, that means the volume was loud in there. We had only glanced at her and left, as her mother waved at us. Just as we left, Frank told me he had a friend that was as stubborn as Jessica when he was at his early teens. He said the girl's father was his father's chief engineer.
The girl's name was Zelda while her father was Lee. She was very beautiful and that was one of the things that made her very stubborn. She had no regards for servants, she would treat them as peasants. According to him, he liked her a lot and the two seemed to be future couple but her wickedness, stubbornness and selfishness made him to back away from her. He didn't want to have anything to do with her attitude as they both had different viewpoints about things and how to handle situations.
Her father was strict too, but Frank thought it was because he was an engineer and the head of all the engineers in thrir company. "He had to be though right? Otherwise a lot would go wrong, people may not take their job serious and their would be accidents if rules and regulations are not followed" he said, justifying Zelda's father's strictness.
Thus I asked how her mom, and when I did he heaved a sigh and told me the woman died when Zelda was six years old. Hence I told him, perhaps that was the reason why she (Zelda) was behaving the way she was behaving, she only needed someone to correct her and guide her to the right way. However Frank wasn't convinced, he was still adamant that the girl was just crazy.
Seeing I had no other way to convince him, I decided to talk about Jessica's case. I told him to think about Jessica, how she lost her dad. Although her own case was different since she didn't even know her father in real life. But yet she was aggressive and stubborn, "If you look at it clearly, you will know that this whole thing has something to do with parental care. Children with full parental care tend to be more sensible than those with half parental care. Look at me and you, compare us with Jessica and Zelda" I had said, thinking I had a point.
But just then he shook his head, "But Paul grew up in the hands of his parents. His mom loves him a lot, and same goes to his dad. They both love him and used to show him great care. However, he is a bad guy. Infact he can't even be compared with Jessica and Zelda when it comes to stubbornness, his is a grade one stubbornness. What can you say about that" he said, reminding me of my encounter with the maniac a day prior.
"Well, bad friends can change people. Plus when parents shower too much love on their kids, it tend to affect the kids badly. I mean, the kinds would think they could do whatever they like and nobody would dare do anything or take action on them. That's what I think, and that is undoubtedly what is affecting Jessica. Her mother made a great mistake, and she knew that too. She would always remorse by saying she showed her too much love in the past, and that it wasn't her fault though the fact that she only wanted to give her both motherly and fatherly love" I laid out my own view.
"Well, if you say so" she shrugged. Thus I decided to ask more about Zelda, he had never gisted me about her before. I was only hearing her name from him today and I felt the need to know more about her. "Zelda?" he scoffed, "Well, the last time we met was on her dad's 57th birthday party. My parents and I went there, and by the looks of it she is still single. Her face was still the way it was, exhibiting strictness and anger. Men weren't going closer to her, they weren't approaching her and I guess you already know the reason"
"Why ain't anybody telling her to lighten up, at least she can't be that forever. Wouldn't she love to marry one day and build her own family?" I was curious. Frank replied me by saying her father had no say on her as she was stubborn even to him, he could only advise her.
Although he hoped that one day she would pick someone and get married to the person. When I asked if he still loved her, he giggled and asked if I was jealous. However, since I was the first person to ask I told him to answer my question first then I would respond to his.
Fortunately for me, he responded negatively by saying he had fell out of love for her long ago and had stopped having feelings for her. But he still maintained thr fact that she was extremely beautiful and hot. I was someone jealous when he made mention of her still being hot and beautiful, however I tried to hide my jealousy.
"Your turn!" he said referring to our deal, that after his answer I would also answer his question. Hence, I heaved a sigh and told him I wasn't jealous but he wasn't convinced. He said he acknowledged it in my voice, and I was like MY VOICE? Well, I never actually knew he was a robot or some kind of cuboid that could detect things like jealousy from people's voice.
He laughed at my commentary and said I was funny. I also told him he was funny. Just then he asked if I had a male friend that I had crush on in the past. However, the answer was no. I told him I didn't have a boyfriend, in fact I was the type that was so scared about dating and all those stuff. Although I used to ser handsome, goodlooking, respective and kind boys that used to enter my mind but I had never thought about being in a relationship with any of them. First, I was an introvert. Second, I was scared of being played. Third, my parents wouldn't allow it.
Even when a male colleague come to see me for guidance on a subject, my dad would send him away... threatening to report him to his parents or to the principal's office. With all that been said, how was I then supposed to keep a boyfriend? Practically nowhere. Frank smiled and said that was how he wanted parents to treat their daughters, so no impotent would dare take advantage of them. However I corrected him right that instant by telling him if my parents were to be alive now, we wouldn't have become friends because I wouldn't be allowed to befriend him.
By hearing that, he huffed and said but that was still better than giving a child excessive freedom. Freedom that would make her indulge herself into different kinds of behavior. What surprised me even was his promise to treat his future daughters the same way my dad treated me. And I was like, "Like seriously?" And he was like, OF COURSE, YES!
Well, it wasn't as if I was against that but I also wasn't against allowing a girl to befriend boys. She might not know who will turn out to be her safe heaven in the future, just as it turned our good for the two of us. All that while, he kept on driving while listening to a countryside music sang by a trio, The Tree Ts. The reason why they were called The Three Ts was because their names started with letter T. The first one was Thomas, the second one was Titus, and the third one was Tesla.
They were actually good musicians and were known for their best selling track, The Girl In The beech". I knew a lot about them right from childhood, there was a television program that had one of their songs as the opening theme. When I asked Frank how he knew about them, he giggled and told me his parents were movies and music lovers, and growing up in the hands of such parents means YOU knowing about their songs. That was true, most of the songs I grew to love were some of my parents' favourites. Hence I grew to love them as well.
He kept on driving until we arrived at Aunt Vicky's house. Just as I opened the door about stepping out, I remembered about something. I then shut thr door and heaved a sigh. "Is everything okay?" he curiously asked as he turned off the music that was booming in the car. "Laura?" he called my name seeing how silent I was, "Talk to me please" he implored. Actually what was in my mind was about the alcohol incident that happened in their mansion, I wouldn't want anybody to know about it in our but I was also feeling shy... or should I say awkward to tell him not to tell anybody. What if he felt offended? Perhaps he never even had the intention of sharing the story with anybody. But how do I know? I wondered.
