{On Hold}Devil lord ~long live evil~ Lucifer ff

✝Fancy taste is expensive✝

Me: Did you take a look at my house?

Hooman: I should have.

Me: Yes you should have.

He hand a me bouquet of roses this time of course red one. I couldn't say no to this even if I was angry at him. I looked at it and then looked up.

Hooman: Us sitting on a bus stop with a sport car here isn't such a great idea. Even if I could probably pay off. Still not a great idea for others.

I nodded and walked to the car head down opening the door myself this time. My heels and roses in hands. Of course I didn't want to get a cold. And I didn't want to disturb Kaila and my dad.

Hooman: What's happening to your family?

Me: You better not update this video.

Hooman: Hmmm....

Me: What?

Hooman: It was probably a re diffusion cut live.

Me: You can't be serious. I hate my life.

Hooman: It can't be that bad.

Me: Yes it is. My dad is a FBI agent so is my sister. Both are crazy violent. If they know I went on a date while I left my sister's girlfriend home with a friend of mine they will both be disappointed.

Hooman: Did you ever asked them for some times?

Me: I did. Of course. 2 weeks with both of them and 2 days after they took their day off both got an important case. All I could say was it is alright, I'm gonna invite my friends. It's okay I'm going to stay at my friends. I'm gonna make a pyjama party gonna be find. I didn't want them to think how I feel. I just needed them to push work aside a little bit. They didn't have to be here all the time. At least Saturday or Sunday. At least dinner at night. At least a day at the beach no work putting their head between. Switch off their phone. If my mom was still here life would have been easier. But nothing came out expected. Everything lose balance after...

I look by the window and took a deep breath.

Hooman: You don't need to tell me if you don't feel it.

Me: Thank you.

I didn't want to think of what happened but all I was thinking was that. Dad was at work Mom, me and Kaila was on the road trip to dad work. We were going to give him his meal. Me and Kaila was singing at the back. Mom was with us... She was pregnant with a child for 1 month apparently. Not even change yet to a baby for me. We all walked down of the car when we were near the building. Mom was walking to us and then.... The man was coming quickly hitting mom. By the swinging of left and right the man seemed drunk. He speed up knowing he just hit somebody. I was frozen on the path while my sister ran to my dad. I couldn't move.. I was paralyzed. My body wasn't responding. Dad saw mom and asked somebody to pick me up to put me inside. I said nothing that night neither the day after.. The day of the funeral when people started to put flowers on the hoop. I screamed my lungs out. I was finally reacting. Tears was unstoppable. I was shouting for my mom and my unborn sibling. I was praying it was just a nightmare but the pain was so bad that I knew it was reality. For 1 month I didn't eat and end up in the hospital. All I could do was shouting, crying and not eating. I didn't  recover until I got fifteen. My dad stayed home trying to help me but it was useless. He was doing home working. He became rock and nothing but with me and my sister he saw sugar and sweet. He was there until I recover. At the age of 17 my dad started to get his head more in work and my sister became a recruit. I started to stay at Omiliana. Her family took care of me when neither my dad or Kaila was home.

I could feel my tears falling. Thanks god I took off my mascara. My father name became The Rock. People was scared of him. On my 18th birthday I went to see my mother. I was fully recover and was accepting the truth. Everyday I went to see her then everyday became 4 times a week which became two. My father and sister didn't even went to the grave. Now I try to drop by everytime I could. Every free time. Before or after I go to work. 13 years since she left us and in this 13 years they went to grave not as much as I did. I just wished she was still here. If I could give my life away to see her one last or her to come back.. I will do it without any hesitation.

Hooman: Hey we are here. Do you want me to drive you home or....

Me: Let's go since we are already here.

Hooman: Sure.

We walked out to the restaurant... He booked the whole restaurant and made it sooo romantic. Of course he tried to make it friendly but I just tag along.

Me: To be honest I could have date you... But I'm like time... It would have only last a few months.. I don't want hurt you. And friendship stays for life.. Depending on the person. I'm sorry for friend zoning you.

Hooman: It's fine and understandable.

Me: I'm glad you understand.

Hooman: Any food preference.

Me: Any food is food for me so. You can choose... And no snail for me.

Hooman: I see.. We are going to take the Mediterranean shrimp kabobs, balsamic-glazed steak rolls and the tiramisu. And bring me your finest red wine.

Waiter: Of course.

The waiter goes away and bring back a red wine. I barely listen because I zoned out. I'm lazy to listen them saying the name of the bottle, what years the bottle is, since how long they left it with the others, who made it. All I care is that it get in my mouth and I swallow it nothing else. I sit there and waited for him to actually pour it. Which took approximately 12 minutes reason why I hate very fancy restaurant.

Hooman: To our friendship.

Me: To our friendship.

We toasted as I smiled even I knew what he did earlier, but with all the gold diggers in this country it's very understanding. I took a sip of the wine and feel like 1990. I do know some wine taste after drinking a lot of wine.

Me: What year did he told you?

Hooman: I think he said 1973.

Me: 1990 wine but anyway still taste like wine.

Hooman: Great taste.

Me: I just like wine but many people just say a long story about wine sooo I just zone out while they are talking.

Hooman: Wine lover.

Me: Anything that is red I can be fine.

Hooman: Blood is red.

Me: Anything but blood and body parts.

Hooman: I'll remember that.

Me: For what.

Hooman: For in the future.

The first dish came and I look at it. I knew those restaurant proportions but that dear a baby can do that.

Me: How much does that cost?

Hooman: 80 dollars.

My Lord.. I can make that for 5 dollars.

Me: Amazing.

I took my first bite and love it of course. It was good, the cheese was melting in my mouth the shrimp was having popping taste but the price was killing me. We weren't even done with the first dish that the second came. That one look enjoyable at any price. I put one bite in my mouth and that oh my god just left my mouth without permission.

Hooman: Is something wrong?

Me: I'm sorry but this taste so good.

Hooman: You do love food a lot.

Me: I live for food.