Fake Love| On Going

1| Fault

I put my head on the edge of the sofa and my feet on the other side. I make myself comfortable on the sofa and started reading the book ‘A walk to remember' by; Nicholas Sparks.

But honestly, I finished reading it last week but I decided to read it again. Although this story is not happy ending I really love reading it.

Sometimes I wonder why this story is not happy ending. Is the author relate? Or he just wanted the thrilling story?

That's why I don't believe on ‘Life is like a fairytale' story is not a fairytale like a life am I right?  Oh, don't call me ‘Bitter' it's just my opinion. I really don't believe in fairytale.

I will believe on fairytale when I see one ‘To see is to believe' right? 

I fold the book after I put a bookmark and I put it on the center table. I get up and heads towards our kitchen because I'm so hungry.

I open our refrigerator and take out the remaining pizza that we ate yesterday. I put it on the microwave and started heating it.

I make myself a milk while waiting for the microwave to ding. I sit on the stool and lean my head on the table.

I'm usually alone in this house at this hour. My mom is in the hospital working as a nurse and I'm a only child I don't have a brother nor sister that's why I feel lonely. I don't either have a father, he left us when I am two years old.

Although I'm still at young age I remember that day when he left us. That's why I don't see him as my dad I just see him a normal person.

After my dad left us, my mom don't have a boyfriend. She usually spend her day with the hospital and me. No time for other stuff or people.

Finally the microwave ding. I stand up and make my way through the microwave and pull out the pizza using the food clip and put it on the plate.

I walk back through the table and I put the plate with pizza and my glass of milk.

All appliances in our house is electric. There is no appliances that is not electric. My mom doesn't want me to work or just do some heavy stuff because I have a heart ailment.

Working hard is bad for me plus my mom is a over protective woman. I usually spend my day on school and then back to house. I never hang out with my friend.  You know? I'm left out, but it's okay to me.

I gulp all the remaining milk and eat all the remaining pizza. I suddenly hear a knock on the door. I guess it's my mom.

I hurriedly walk through the door and open it revealing my exhausted mom.

“Hey mom" I said as she entered the house. I hug her and kiss her on the cheeks.

“Hey, sweetie. How's your day?" She ask and pull out a pitcher on the refrigerator. She pour the half of it on her glass.

“Okay I guess" I answered. “How is your day mom?"

“Tiring" She shrugged her shoulders. I frowned on her statement. I walk through her and hug her from behind.

“You need a break mom" I suggested. She really need it.

“It's okay sweetie. Mommy needs to work for you" She answered and turn her gaze at me. I feel my eyes burning ready to release a tears.

“I'm sorry mommy. It's my fault if I don't have a heart ailment I could help you" I answered between my sobs.

“No sweetie, this is not your fault. Don't blame yourself, okay?" She wipe my tears away using her thumb. It's all my fault but I just found myself nodding on my mom's statement.

“Go to your room, I'm going to cook, smoke is bad for your health"I nodded and heads upstairs.

I hope I can help my mom. I jump on my bed and hug my knees while still crying. Do we deserve all of this? I glanced on my bedside table and I can't help but plaster a smile on my face when I see a picture of my mom and me.

It was last year. When we are in Paris. I hope we can always be happy, but I can't control my life. I literally can't.

I snuggle on my bed while forcing myself not to cry because the doctor said it's bad for me.

I wipe my damp face using the back of my hand and pulled up the comforter until it rest on my chin.

I stare directly on the ceiling and think about our happy times together. If my father is here would we suffer like this? Would we? Why am I thinking about that asshole?!

I scoff in disbelief. That asshole doesn't deserve my thinking. He doesn't deserve us.

I get up and make my way through the window.  I inhale a large amount of air and I plaster a smile as the evening breeze hit my bare skin. I feel relieved.

This is not my dream life but I'm contented on it. I'm contented because I have my loving mommy. It's enough. I don't need anyone. Yeah, that's right.

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