Rebellious Affiliation

EVARA

I groaned, waking up as my phone vibrated.

Who gets up this early in morning? I got sitting up on and rest my back on the headboard and then picked up my phone to check the text. A unknown number?

Unknown: This is my Account number 36** **** **** **14. Get yourself a ring.

What the hell ?

Me: Excuse me???

And after a minute three dots appear again. Telling me he is writing something.

Unknown: And 3459 is the passcode to it.

Who is this person? And why the hell someone would give his personal information?

Me: Who the fuck are you?

Unknown: Your husband to be.

Huh? Wait my husband? Ohh, My husband.

Me: What about ring ?

What ring is he talking about?

Unknown: Your engagement ring. I don't have time for this bullshit.

I scoffed, is he serious? How can someone be this rude ? He don't have any Etiquettes to talk with someone. Something click in my mind, let's have some fun with this so called ruthless person.

Me: We should go together, it's important to both of us, right?

Unknown: Does it look like I care? Just go and buy anything you want.

Oh you will regret saying that

Me: Oh come on you care enough to answer me 😘

I texted him cringing at my own text and he didn't text me back. I think I scared him back, feeling proud of myself. As I was getting up to freshen up and shower, my phone dinged again.

Unknown: I texted you, so I don't have to go through the trouble.

Me: Oh honey, don't be so rude. I am your fiancé.

I typed smiling mischievously.

I should save the unknown to moron instead of his name. What was his name? Oh yeah, Arlo Maroni. Hey! His surname is almost same as moron. Arlo Moroni, yess.

I saved his name as Mr. Moroni. Soon he replied

Mr. Moroni: Don't call me honey, and leave me alone.

Me: See you soon, baby.

Then he didn't answer, probably regretting that why did he even text me. I got up to take a shower, so I can talk to my beloved father.

♤♤♤

I knocked at the door, "Come in" he said. Opening the door I went inside of father's office. He looked up at me which made him cringe " Oh, it's you" Ignoring his comment "Who gave my number to that Italian?" Knowing very well it's him I still asked.