The History Of You And Me

December 2017 - Part 2.

OLLI'S POV

The festive season in South Africa is completely different from what I'm accustomed to.

For starters, I can walk around outside without a jersey on and not die of hypothermia.
I know of December summers that other countries experience, but up until my landing here, I didn't know the validity of it. Or maybe I just didn't care for it, it wasn't my reality, unfortunately.

It's amazing. South Africa is amazing, and if I hadn't met Bella's father, I'd be questioning why she never returned.

The people, the culture, the food, the weather. Every single thing about it. It's so different, so lively. You go outside and you see people. Kind-hearted, happy people.

The two days after our landing was a dream. I got to see a glimpse of forever with my love. Every single moment beside her was magical, her presence makes everything better. But of course, the zen moment was short-lived.

Bella has told me a lot about her father and I didn't have very big expectations from him coming into this. His entire cold aura and rude attitude didn't bother me at all, I've met people like him before. What instead bothered me the most was Bella's lowered expectations of him as a father.

She'd kept making comments like,
'Oh, that's just how he is.' And 'He wasn't that bad.'

Last night couldn't possibly have gone worse, but of course, she disagrees. For a moment, I almost lost my cool on the man because nobody disrespects my Bella like that. I'll go to prison before I ever let that happen.

She says that was a much better response than what she'd anticipated from him considering everything that's happened and I'd been so angry at that.

Why must she be scolded for simply choosing to follow her heart?

"Oliver."
Her voice is cheery again, just like how I remember it.

I turn around and then,

"Freda!"
My tone matches hers. She wasn't much her chirpy self yesterday but she seems to be doing a lot better today.

"Where's Isabella?"

"She's still sleeping. This is so wonderful Freda, how long have you been doing this?"
I say referring to the big glass greenhouse we're currently in. Bella was showing me around the house yesterday and I saw it at a distance.

I woke up this morning wanting to cool my mind off yesterday's events. I started walking and somehow landed at the beautiful plant house. It reminded me of my mother.

"Not long at all. I started a few years ago, just after Isabella went away. The house was a little too quiet without her."
She says picking up two pressure sprays and then giving one to me.

"How's she doing? After last night?"
Not any better. But that's my fault.

I was so angry last night I got mad at her for not letting me stand up for her. We got in a fight just before going to sleep. Our first fight.

"I guess we'll find out when she wakes up."
I say then chuckle nervously.

We both went to bed mad at each other and that scares me. I don't ever want to lose her.