The drive to the airport was dead silent. I knew better than to ask my dad questions about the situation in Arabia so I sat quietly going through the script for my audition. The words were burned in my mind but at a time like this I just had to refocus. If I didn't I would never be able to deliver It didn't take long before I dozed off and we arrived at a landing strip? I was confused. Why weren't we at the airport?
"Dad why aren't we at the airport?" I ask as a man appears off the plane, and to my surprise unloads all my luggage out the car.
What was going on? This reminded me of how I would be treated when I was back home in Arabia or Ethiopia. I always joked about how I missed being treated like a princess but this... was weird.
"Nalah, this plane will take you straight to the airport nearest to your apartment. Our driver will be there to take you." My father said. "You will live alone, I paid off your roommate to find a new place."
A private plane ride? For what? Our driver? We definitely didn't have a driver. So many questions.
"I thought we couldn't afford for me to live alone baba." Much less a private plane.
"Get on the plane. Call me when you arrive safely and I will explain. As long as you're around me I cannot speak about it."
"Yes baba." I say calmly. He seemed stressed and I didn't want to add to that.
Dismissing my thoughts I walk into my father's arms for one last hug. After what felt like a short moment he pulled away to look at me.
"I'm sorry that I seem so cold. But everything will make sense soon. And please don't be angry with your mother and I."
"Why would I ever be angry with you guys? I love you both." I say teary eyed but I held them back.
I hated crying. No. I loved to cry. I just hated for anyone to see.
"I will explain soon. I must go." He said backing away slowly towards the car.
"Bye baba."
"Goodbye Nalah, my daughter."
I headed towards the plane steps with hot tears freely rolling down my face.
Reaching the top of them I turn to look back at him to see he's already in the front seat of the car.
Really, you can't even stay to see me off?
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RomanceWhen I see him my heart stops in it's place. His aura fills the room and his presence feels known. He takes up the entire space just by existing. The air felt warm yet chilling. It felt wrong, but right. ~ E Z R A 🤎
