He Was Her All 3: Enough is Enough✔️

Chapter 32: Bittersweet

"Where are we going?" Micah asked as Mariana was leading him somewhere. She was in front and tugged him along the evergreen meadow. She moved quick like the rapid beat inside her chest.

"You'll see," Mariana said, careful not to reveal anything. She had a picnic basket and was leading him to his father who was waiting at a bench. She was thrilled as she wanted them to reconcile but was nervous on how Micah was going to take it.

A frisbee flew by their heads like the speed of light. Her body stopped as sensual spikes pinched her skin. Some kids were also flying their kites. Mariana wanted to watch them but knew it would hurt too much, so she merely glanced.

Once Mariana caught sight of his father, she signaled by a wave. Micah stared at her with confusion as Aidan stood up and approached them carrying a bag.

"Er Micah... I wanted to see if you can talk to your father today," Mariana said. Her face remained calm, but inside her mouth grew warm with saliva as she was nervous of his reaction.

"Why?" Micah demanded and instantly yanked his hand away from her grip. She yelped at how fast his fingers scraped away from hers.

"You know how much I hate him, why would you do this?"

"I just thought it would be good for you to have a little chat in this park. To get away from all the stress and really talk things out."

"But I don't want to talk things out with him!" He started shouting at her. His deep voice caused the air around them shudder in fear, and rattled her perturbed ears. She experienced a chill in her bones as she hated being yelled at. Especially by Micah because she loved him ever so much, so it really troubled her when his anger was directed at her.

"I know but maybe today you can clear the air?" She twiddled with her fingers as her heart beat even faster.

"But there's no reasoning with someone like him!" Micah glanced at Aidan who was in front of them. His eye started twitching and his fists curled into the form of a hammer.

"There's never reasoning with a f-father like him..." he hissed a harsh voice that trailed off into the sound of steam. That word felt too sickening to say, and it made his body shake with rage of all that he had been put through.

Seeing Aidan staring at him made him want to punch his face, but he didn't want to go that far. So he turned and started walking to go home instead.

"Micah hold on." Aidan then approached his son slowly. However, Micah turned around and was about to shout something else but was cut off.

"Can I just talk to you for today? Just for a bit and then I'll let you go."

Micah looked at him but growled and went back while briefly brushing past Mariana. He was already here so might as well get it over and done with.

They sat together on the bench, and Micah didn't look at Aidan at all. He just set his head back while grumbling. His legs kicked slightly as he was extremely furious to remain still.

"Alright," Aidan said as he was delighted Micah was calm enough to sit down.

"Before I start, I just want to say don't be mad at Mariana. It was my idea and she just wanted to help," he explained as Mariana slowly came over with the basket. Her footsteps encroached into Micah's ear as he was watching her sullen head. He could distinguish a small frown laced upon her lips which made suddenly made him feel bad.

"She really cares about you and only wants us to connect."

Micah turned over the words and digesting them in his mind. She had prepared a picnic, so they were going to be here for quite a while, and done with the best intentions, even though he was still annoyed.