Forever and Ever

11. 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

In the guise of a lucid form, by all means. I added it sarcastically. I entered the mansion and moved my heels to, or should I say, our room upstairs.

When I saw him laying his head on maa lap on the long couch, noticing my presence, they turned their heads in my direction.

Be that as it may, and it did hurt me, still I gave them an awkward smile.

Watching the sight of Isaac in his mother's lap makes me wonder what I did to not deserve it.

Duh, I'm jealous of him.

They both stood up, and my mother gave me a sweet smile, while he gave me a fake smile.

“How are you, beta? How was your work?”

“Good, maa,” it was the worst, and yes, maa, because that's what she told me to call her.

“Okay, freshen up and come to have dinner,” I nodded and left from there, but then I took some steps back.

“Maa, I'm not having dinner. You can have it without me,” she nods and agrees after her small interrogation on why I'm not eating.

I have no appetite after looking at a son who was resting his head on his mother's lap.

Jealous? haha, Clearly no. But my clenched fist is making it pretty obvious.

I walk out from there quickly when I notice him looking at me.

I'm not jealous that they are sharing a nice beautiful mother and son bond, but arghh. I wish I could share that kind of moment with my mother. She never cared about me, always busy with her son.

Normally, the younger daughters are loved by the family mostly, but in my family, it's totally different and the opposite case.

It's too hard being a girl, wait, a woman. I'm not a girl, but a woman, I scoff.

I'm a woman. I don't need anyone. I'm good on my own.

I push the door open in anger. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I angry?

I change my clothes, and sleep was soon enough to engulf me.

                            *******

Waking up again in the middle of the night because someone decided not to eat their lunch. Haha, guess what? That great someone is me.

My stomach growled, touching it, I made a face.

I moved my eyes to find Isaac soundlessly sleeping beside me without a care.

I checked the time on my phone, and it was 2. Well, it won't hurt anyone if I just have something, right?

Right.

I take my phone and get off the bed and make my way towards the kitchen. I open the fridge to find nothing useful to eat in there, I pout.

“Had to be me,” I made a crying face.

“I did not know you were that crazy in loneliness that you talk to yourselves,” I turned to the source of the voice, I frowned. What is he doing here? Whatsoever, he hit a nerve, and he knows it, but who said only lonely people talk to themselves?

“Okay, sorry,” he apologizes when I glared at him.

“But someone said they weren't hungry.”

“I'm not hungry,” though I was starving like hell. Wait, does hell starve? But wait, pause Shanaya, I continued, “I just came to grab water,” ugh, why water every time?

Why am I even feeding a lie when I know he's not going to take it?

The source of my stomach growling betraying me, just like my ex who was ironically only in my head.

I look at him like a deer caught in headlights. He glanced at me, then at my stomach, shaking his head.

“Your stomach growling explains something else,” I looked down in embarrassment.

“Now?” he asked, scratching his neck.

“Now,” I asked back, what does he want me to say now?

“You want me to cook,” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“You wanna cook?” I asked, not believing. “You can cook?” I looked impressed that he can cook. Damn, Shanaya, learn something.

He smirked proudly. I rolled my eyes at my dramatic husband.