Yesterday I couldn't tell Frank to keep the alcoholic incident a secret. Rather, I told him I would like to return back to work soon, perhaps in a day or two. He smiled and didn't object it, perhaps he was eager to see me back too. Anyways, I bade him goodnight and alighted the car. Thus, I watched him as he drove away before heading into the house.
As soon as I was into the house, I locked the door and then heaved a sigh. I had only been away since morning but it felt like I had been away for ages. What would happen if I one day relocated to another place? Perhaps it would feel like I had never been here before, everything would look new like it was my first time setting my eyes on them. Ahh, can't wait!
I went straight to my room upstairs, took shower and then changed into a night gown. Just as I climbed my bed I decided to check one of my social media platform to see if I haf important messages before going to sleep. Fortunately, there was no important messages. All the messages I saw were not important to me hence I turned off my dad and kept the phone on the bedside table by my left.
After having donr that, I shut my eyes and relaxed my body. And before I knew it, I was already in Dreamland. I was so exhausted, hence I woke up late thr following day. I woke up around quarter past eight in the morning. I woke up to Aunt Vicky's missed calls. I was dumbfounded. I quickly dialed her contact until she picked. Thus, I greeted her and after greetings she asked if I was alright.
"Yes, Aunt. I am fine" I said and then told her I overslept though, and it was because I was exhausted and my body needed broad rest. Thankfully, she was the understanding type. She told to rest more, and that the reason why she called earlier was because she wanted a hot coffee but Jessica had went and bought the coffee for her with some snacks for breakfast. "Great!" I was happy she did considering how indifferent she could be at times.
"Yeah, so... see you later. Please make sure you have enough rest before thinking about coming" she said binding me to home for some time, when I had paying her a visit in mind and was already thinking about rushing to cook breakfast so I could go to the hospital and see her. Anyways, since she wanted me to stay then no problem. I thought ti myself and after the call, I went downstairs and walked to the kitchen.
Looking at the utensils and other kitchen items, I thought about what to even cook for breakfast. I had also glanced at the refrigerator few times hoping to get a clue, however whatever came into my mind I would feel like I didn't need it any more seconds later. It was as if I lost my appetite, only that I was slightly hungry and needed something to eat before my stomach starts grumbling.
How about fried eggs and some Irish potatoes? I wondered to myself, but just before I settled my mind on it I felt like I didn't need it anymore. I needed something different, something more thirsty. Okay, let me try samosa! I mulled over but that too turned out to be a forgone alternative.
That was how I kept on thinking until eventually I decided to just take coffee and sone cookies. And while eating, I logged into one of my social media handles... and guess what? Among some of the new messages that morning was Suzanna. She sent me a very long message that made me to call her as soon as I was done reading it. The message read thus,
"Laura, I know we both are two different people with different mindset, that's why I decided to maintain my lane but you... you don't know how to maintain your lane. You keep doing things that will provoke me. Not only me, other people too. Seriously, I am not happy with you. When you came to me that day what did I told you? I was warned to stay away from Jessica, but gladly after her confession our lawyer fed us the news that she was innocent. Hence, even when Shirley called and told me about her mom I developed interest to follow her and greet the sick woman. And about yesterday, when we arrived Jessica told us your handsome prince took you out and by the looks of things it is obvious you guys went to get drunk. However, Shirley couldn't believe it. None of us did because even though I personally don't like you, I believe I and the rest knew you were the opposite of Jessica. Hence, in order to be sure about what Jessica said Shirley decided to call you... Yes, I get the fact that you were angry I didn't believe you despite showing us how safe the environment you were was, but that doesn't give you the audacity to reveal what transpired between us. You did a very bad thing yesterday and I was very mad, however Shirley was able to settle the rift you created between me and Jessica. Although I had to go home early yesterday. This message is to tell you we are cool but please, stay away from me. We can't be friends, we can never be!"
I tried calling her after reading the whole message but her contact was unreachable, probably because she blocked my number. And it wasn't as if I could reply the message too because it was obvious she blocked me on the app. Hence, I dropped the phone aside... on the table and heaved a sigh while thinking about the whole thing. The fact that she doesn't want to be friends with me tells a lot, she was probably still angry with me! I thought to myself.
However, since she had blocked me from practically all available means of reaching her, I decided to just forget about it. I wasn't even supposed to reach out to her in the first place after sending such message, she clearly wanted me out of her and I graped that when we first met. Nevertheless, I would try and talk to Shirley about it on our next meeting or conversation. You know, she knew her better than me and would know exactly the advice to give me concerning the matter.
I continued with my breakfast until I was done, just then the thought of Frank's childhood friend came into my mind. He had told me a lot about her a day prior, but I still doubt if she was as bad as he said she was. You know, sometimes you need to see things for yourself in order to understand or grasp. Hence, I searched for her on social media. He made mention of her father's name being Lee, therefore the keyword I used was Zelda Lee.
Suddenly, many profiles came out with different people's faces. However, one thing was common. They were all Asians, but was the Zelda Frank talked about from Asia? I should have asked him yesterday. I thought to myself as I kept checking to see if I could find the result I was expecting. But unfortunately, I couldn't. Hence I decided to not only check the profile pictures but also bio(graphy) or profile information of the search results.
It wasn't an easy task but I had one thing in mind, finding the right person. For that reason I gave it my best and kept on searching until eventually I found something related to what I was looking for in one of the search result's profiles. It was a beautiful lady with a dyed hair parked one side, and she wasn't looking happy. Among the results she was the only one that was single at the same time in her mid twenties, which probably matched my search.
There were only two photos in her gallery, or so I thought. You know, sometimes you need to have people on your lists in order for them to see some of your photos. Especially those that you restricted and shared only with your friend. The two photos that were available for the public was that of her and a man that looked as if he was her father. They both stood and none of them was smiling. If I could remember, Frank said her mom died leaving her with just her dad and he also said her dad was a strict man. Perhaps that was the reason why he looked no-nonsense too like his daughter, Zelda.
Talking about looking strict, she was also quite good-looking. I mean, yes Frank was right she was beautiful. No doubt but not as beautiful as I thought. Could we be comparable? I wondered and quickly brushed the thought away. I knew I was still jealous but, I think it's normal. As long as she had no business with Frank, I think I shouldn't worry about anything. I thought to myself.
After eating, I took the cup, its holder and the plate I kept my cookies to the sink and washed them. After washing them, I cleaned the kitchen, the sitting room, before heading to my room to pack some clothes for Laundry. I had been feeling lazy to do that but today, there was no escape. I forced myself to do the laundry, after which I went to my room and took a warm shower. I was supposed to do that as soon as I woke up before anything else but somehow, I was beginning to start copying Frank. According to Camila, he would always eat before taking shower.
How I missed Camila, in just some hours we had already became friends. Wasn't that amazing? Well I was the type that loved making friends with people, especially people that are kind and easy-going. Unlike people like Suzanna, Victoria, and co. I wouldn't my being the friend of my enemies but those two, I was scared of making friends with them just like I was scared of mingling with Jessica. They had shown me enough hate to make me acknowledge the fact that tmwe would never be friends. Or so I thought.
And I knew it was all because I was different, and because I chose not to become someone like them. But if I was to start acting and behaving like they used to do, they would definitely consider me as a friend. Too bad I would never be that stupid to consider being like that. Why turned into a monster just to please few people? I hissed and rolled my eyes as I gently changed into a gown. Thus, I parked my hair and took my bag from the bedside table. I was set!
The time now was fifteen minutes to one in the afternoon and I was eager to go and see Aunt Vicky. Surprisingly, just as I left the house and was about locking the door, an SUV parked close to our house. And it wasn't just any SUV, it was that of StableGrid, our company... and the driver was Frank's driver. What's Frank doing here, didn't he go to work? I wonder as I quickly locked the house and then walked over to the vehicle. "Good afternoon, Miss Laura" The driver said as he gently stepped out of the car.
"Morning, is... is Frank here?" I curiously asked pointing at the rear section of the car.
"No, but Camila is" he said as he opened the back passenger's door only for me to find Camila staring at me with a smile.
"Camila?" I rushed over to her.
"Miss Laura," she gave me a hug, "how are you, Miss Laura?" she greeted me the moment I averted from the hug.
"I am fine, how about you?" I said.
"Fine too. Young master asked me to bring some dishes for your mom" she said. .
"Dishes?" I was surprised.
"Yes, where is she? Is she inside?" she asked.
"Now, she's still in the hospital. And I am going there now" I apprised her.
"Well then get in, let's go together" she said as she beamed at mr.
"Alright" I beamed back at her and walked around to the other door. And just as I stormed in, the driver started the car.
