Crimson Mists

15: The Voice of A Diary II

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Chikamharida's POV.

Adele came back from the river, her body dripping wet from head to toe. She was walking towards me but paused when she saw me eating cupcakes while turning the pages of her diary.

She continued the walk till she was beside me and well sat.

"I get that you don't feel like swimming after the last time," she said. "I'm not angry. I forgive you for not joining me to swim even though you do not want to apologize about it. I'd however like if you remember the fact that the nanny job requires you to go with me everywhere I go..."

I thought about my salary— how huge it was, about my future— how much I wanted to change my story, and then, about how Adele may turn to loneliness and other harmful devices if I were to really voice my thoughts because my thoughts weren't exactly pleasant.

Pardon, wasn't she the one who caused me to drown? Or had I drowned as a hobby?

Somehow I felt betrayed like she was pretending to be.

I think it's worst having feelings you can't show. But it's better to swallow them for now.

"You're looking at me like you want to castrate me," she said, making me to sigh and raise a cupcake to my lips.

"Words can't explain how I feel Adele," I said, trying to ignore her comment. "I prefer emotional outlets just like your diary- or rather, this pretty diary. How's it? I've read a few and it seems interesting ."

"Things were light at the beginning and later on heavy," she said longingly, the slight tug on her lips disappearing when she bent to tie her shoelace— off- white with a bit of glitter. It moved fluidly between her hands like a sculptors cement in gravel, and I suspected she was doing it all to shield her emotions from me.

"I'd like to share in her experience, if you'd permit me to read more," I said, staring at her intently and willing her eyes to meet mine.

"You've been warned," she said. "If you develop messed up thoughts it's on you. However, I can only give you the diary to take home if you tell me what went on during your date. I think having a diary as the only emotional outlet is quite deplorable. I've never seen you outdoors or on a game. At least I have a dog but you don't and I'm quite concerned about what your hobby is. It can't be nannying because I'm not exactly easy to nanny."

"You are requiring a share in my personal life Adele— something I don't readily give."

Her eyes turned an angry shade. I could tell I'd upset her.

"The diary is also my personal life or have you forgotten it's my mother's diary we're talking about? So quit this saying about people's personal lives when you're also poking your nose into someone else's. I told you that I'd only share a part of the information with you and now, it seems that you're not quite satisfied with that. Instead, you interest is to discover alot more that have been long buried. How curious are you Harida? I must warn however that whatever your endeavors are, remember that curiosity once killed the cat, taking one of its nine lives," she said.

Jeff thinking that Adele and I were about to brawl started growling at me. Adele's fingers went to its forehead, patting softly till it purred.

"That's not how it is Adele," I said, not wanting to upset her further. My pay depended wholly on her happiness ....and security. Maybe this was what Henry was trying to avoid.

"Atta boy," she said to her dog, spreading her hands over the rest of it's fur, ignoring me, staring at the vast amount of space before us— at the trees, boring and stiff.