A Little Bit Of It (JENLISA)

Chapter 3: November 24th.

After a long day, I was able to come home safely and peacefully lay on my bed, closing my eyes I end up reminiscing the different events that occured today. Smiling at the thought that I probably have found my group of friends, someone hopefully I can be with until I die. Jisoo Kim, Rosé and Lalisa Manoban, smiling once more I couldn't belive it. My head filled with different emotions, feelings, questions and stuff I'm not sure what they are anymore, I pacely got myself up and went to my desk. There we go, my journal.

As I flip through the pages, I then realize that this may be the first time I was actually excited about writing something down, perhapse a little too excited maybe. Grabbing my pen, I wrote;

November 24th,

Today I met three people, they were all nice and welcoming. But something today kept bothering me, the thought of not knowing what I feel about a certain thing annoys me the most. Conceivably it's part of love? Maybe?

Sighing as I wrote the word maybe, I continued.

November 24th,

Today I met three people, they were all nice and welcoming. But something today kept bothering me, the thought of not knowing what I feel about a certain thing annoys me the most. Conceivably it's part of love? Maybe? Lalisa, I smiled to myself a lot today as I mention her name. One word to describe it, Cute. Her name, her personality is the true definition of cute. Well, at least in my own vocabulary it is.

We took a picture today and it honestly, we look cute. Jisoo and Rosé are the cutest couple I have ever seen, though sometimes I wonder, how were they sure that they truly love each other? I mean, love is such a broad word, no exact meaning and everyone have their own personal idea about it.

I scoffed as I wrote love, seeing my mother and Mr. Kim on a daily basis with him abusing her, answers one question in my mind. What is love? Conceivable it's his love language I assume. Nevertheless I know it's wrong, how can you hurt the person you truly love most, a person who you even got yourself married to. It's sad honestly but, facing reality it happens. I'll have my revenge, for my mother's sake. Seconds after I faced my notebook once again and carried on with my writing.

We took a picture today and it honestly, we look cute. Jisoo and Rosé are the cutest couple I have ever seen, though sometimes I wonder, how were they sure that they truly love each other? I mean, love is such a broad word, no exact meaning and everyone have their own personal idea about it.

I learned a lot just from communicating with Lisa today, she's very sympathetic, cordial and such a gentlewoman. During our Lunch time, everytime the three of them would talk about a certain topic she always ensures that I wasn't left behind. It's the small things that actually matters most to me. Assuring me that I'm always welcomed no matter what it hits the spot, basing on todays experience its what makes my heart feel this unknown feelings, emotions. It's a bothersome actually but, sometimes its what makes life a bit colorful. Specifically blue. May this memory last for a lifetime, for I value this day with all I have.

Closing the notebook I stared into the dark orange cloudy sky, the sunset. It used to be my least favorite thing about my day, I hated it how it reminds that I survived another day, although today is a bit different, I'm glad my day ended with a memory I'll forever treassure.

"Honey?" A sudden voice appeared right outside my door, removing my attention from the most breathtaking view. I stood up from my seat and quickly went to the door. As soon as I turned the handle, there she was, my mother. Eyes swollen and a small bruise across her pale lips, I took a deep sighed and slowly gave her a half smile. "Yes mom?" replying as soft as I can.

"It's almost supper time, I wanted to make sure you're doing fine love." She cups my cheeks as she whispers the word love, her hand feels cold and was shivering in pain, as I observe her presence I noticed a little blood stain on her right shoulder. "Mom, you're bleeding" pointing at the blood stain that was slowly getting larger by the second.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry dear, I'll excuse myself first" She let's go of my cheeks and walked towards the bathroom disappearing through the halls. "Jennie." I felt my heart drop as I heard the voice, like the good girl that I am and suppose to be, I hurriedly went down and greeted him. "Yes Mr. Kim?" I asked grabbing every voice that I could in order for him to hear me. He never really liked soft spoken people, he believes that if he can talk with a loud voice so can everyone.

"Supper is ready, eat your dinner and make sure you do the dishes after, do you understand?" He commanded.

I nodded my head and an instant regret was visible on my face. "Don't you have a mouth girl?" I quickly answered with a yes and I could see his narrowed eyebrows filled with annoyance. "Then use it. Let me ask you again. Do. You. Understand?" His voice echoed inside the dining room and immediately sent shivers through my spine. "Yes Mr. Kim" Answering his question.

He then continued reading his book and as soon as possible I took a deep breath and walked towards the pantry, the foods looked delicious. I could hear my abdomen begging for me to devour the meals in front of me, the maids always cooks the most delightful dish I could possibly imagine.

Grabbing the food I sat two seats apart from Mr. Kim, talking to him is already terrifying enough, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to sit beside him. Carefully picking up the utensils, I made sure clanking noise wasn't heard as it would ruin the ambience of the room, quiet and just the sound of a record playing a piano piece. Food, what more can I say? It's succulent and magnificent, I ate a dish called Adobo, very famous in the Philippines and is also one of my favorite dishes there. After some ample time, I was able to eat every bits of rice and chicken with zero leftovers except for the bone.

I stood up from my seat and went ahead to do the dishes, again making sure no noise was visible nor any clanking sounds. A shortwhile after, I went up to my room and laid myself down. Currently 6:30 in the evening and I don't know to do. I took my phone, wore my earphones once again and played, Is This Falling? By Charlie Bennett. Closing my eyes, I pay close attention to every word that is being sang. Smiling once again from the memory I said, November 24th, officially marks the day of me meeting you. Lisa, Jisoo and Rosé.