A Trip To Nowhere

A new beginning

A few days before the trip...

Jenny's POV...

When our time is bad, nothing works out. Like my laptop. I am trying hard to finish the editing of a story ending. But something is not right with the ending. I feel like I need to end it. But I can't do it. Gosh!! I feel burned out. Life is so much better if I am a bird.

"Jenny...."

"Haa Dad. Coming..."

"You feel stressed lately. Do you want to speak about it" Dad asks me while serving the rotis for me.

"Just a casual editing issue" I serve the gravy for myself and Dad.

We pray before we eat and start our boring dinner.

"Working with the publishing house is a lot better than working for the press," he says after a while chewing his half-burnt roti. I should start learning cooking as soon as possible. Dad can do anything but not this. Cooking is just not his cup of tea.

"Don't compare your work with mine" I put my roti aside and brought a packet of bread from the fridge.

"Have this.." I offer him a few slices.

"These are not healthy, Jenny. You should stop eating this kind of food" I ignore him and munch my food.

"Look...there is still time. You can work for our paper. I will talk to the chief editor. He will definitely consider my request"

I narrow my eyes at him. Is he really doing this again? "Dad...I don't want to work for the media. I really do"

"What do you get working in that stupid publishing house? It's not even famous. It doesn't take you anywhere, Jenny" he snatched my plate and replaced it with another one full of fruits.

"I'm fed up with this discussion and fruits too" I groan slumping further into my chair and giving up on my 'I'm cool' facade.

"Jenny.. I already talked to a new cook. She'll come tomorrow. And about the press.... I just want to make your life better. I always wish good for you" he shifts his chair towards me and feeds the strawberries which I can't deny. He knew me well.

"Dad, I know what you are saying. But working for the media is nothing but working for politicians. I don't want that for me. I love what I am doing. So please let me do what I can do. Being stressed is common in every profession. And I am paying well. Maybe a little less than yours but I can go with that" I try to convince him again. This conversation never ends. And it sucks to do the same thing over and over again. But I can do this every day. Because I know that my dad will understand one day.

"You won't listen to me. Anyway, I thought to buy you a new laptop since your former one is not working well"

"I can buy it myself you know" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"I know but can't I have a right to buy things for you" he shrugs.

"Okay, since you have decided to spend your money I don't mind" he scoffs at that and I roll my eyes at him. He knew what was it about. In reality, I feel relieved. Because I really don't have my savings right now.

"Good for you. I've some work to do. Finish your dinner. I'm going back to my room"

"Okay. Good night then"

"Good night" he kisses my forehead before he leaves.

So much for dinner. I roll my eyes at the left-out strawberries and sigh out of frustration.

Phone buzzes...

"Haa haa coming. Stop irritating me, stupid phone" As I reach my room, my phone is ringing continuously. "Neil...this time" I look at the clock and attend the call.