Thea pov
"Excuse me you lovey dovey couple!"
We both flinched at the voice as we looked up to see who it was.
It was an old lady with a smile on her face, there was menu paper in her hand.
Uncle cleared his throat as I looked here and there expect him "i-uh... anything would be fine grandma".
I said not knowing what to say, uncle forwarded his hand to take the menu as the old lady laughed giving him the menu."you guys were too busy staring at eachother that you forget to order something huh?" She laughed again making my cheek flushed.
"Two tangerine juice and pastries with some dumplings please". Uncle cut her off giving back the menu.
The old lady nodded as she walked back inside the resturant. I shifted on my place uncomfortably not knowing what to do now.
Uncle cleared his throat again breaking the thick tensions building in the air between us."So...have you prepared youself already for tommorow?" He asked.
"Yes...I did... aunty helped me with everything" I replied, he hummed.
"Do you often come to this place?". I asked casually. "No..I come here when I want refreshment... otherwise no"I nodded at his reply.
I want to ask him about Irene aunty....I'm just quite curious about his feelings for her since he doesn't show any feelings at all....king of poker face..lol
"So Uncle...do you like aunty?" The words slipped my mouth before I even realised it making me regret immediately....shut..I shouldn't have asked..
He looks quite taken back by my question but shrugged looking towards the beach. I waited for his reply but he seems to have none.
"Umm...uncle?"
"Yeah?" He looked back at me again, but this time something seems off. His gaze was hard. But as always curiousity kills the cat.
"I aksed....do you like Irene aunty?" I questioned again, he cliched his jaw for a friction second while looking at me....like he was.....disappointed? But the next words he said made me feel a sting in my chest which I obviously shouldn't.
"Yes....i love her.....a lot.... she's the best for me and the best wife I could ever get.."
I flinched a little hearing his words....I quickly looked down at my lap to hide the tears which I can feel was dying to come out of my eyes.
"Oh..." Was the only thing which came out of my word, my voice barely above a wisper that I doubt he heard anything at all.
Few minutes passed in silence as the food arrived. The old lady put the tray infront of us and walked back.
I took some deep breath to calm the whatever was going inside of me, I looked up at uncle but I immediately noticed how his eyes were red.
I frowned as we made a eye contact but suddenly he got up "You eat, I'll be back in few minutes" and without waiting for my reply he walked towards the back of the resturant.
I didn't realised a tear was already streaming down my face. What's going on?
What the hell I'm even feeling right now? There was thousands of questions running in my mind and somewhere deep inside me I refused to accept the answers I already knew....because all of them were too forbidden to be accepted...
My appetite was long gone, the food infront of me wasn't exiting me anymore.
Why I'm feeling like this from the second I heard his answer about his feelings for Irene aunty? Wasn't it only obvious that she was his wife and he was supposed to love her..? But was it true? Does he really loves her? But why it was making me restless...
No....I couldn't think otherwise...I can't think anything else....I'm his niece... nothing else.... Irene aunty was an amazing lady and she deserves her husband's love but..........
I inhaled a sharp breath as I got up from my chair, i walked in the same direction uncle went...I need to find him....
Few minutes passed by and i wasn't able to find him, I frowned when I saw a shoes coming into my view from the back of the restaurant's wall.
It was facing the mountain and the area was empty....I slowly took a deep breath and straddle towards that direction...it's him...it's his shoe..
I walked just infront of him while tip toeing, a frown on my face to see him....... smoking?
His eyes were closed as he was leaning against the white wall behind him, a ciggerate was in between his fingers as he took a puff. I looked down on the soil to see two cig sticks already laying down.
"Uncle...?" I wisper, he opened his eyes slowly as soon as he heard my voice.
He looked down and there I saw his bloodshot red eyes.....was he angry on me ?.
I gulped but felt suddenly angry as I walked closer to him "Why are you smoking early in morning? It's bad for health don't you know?" He scoffed hearing me making my frown deepen.
"Just mind your own business little girl!" He groaned harshly, his voice hoarse.
Unknowingly tears start streaming down my face as I nodded at him "sure....do whatever you want.......old man.." I murmured the last two words with clinched teeth as I stomped my feet back from where I came.
But I was turned around by a not so hard clutch on my wrist and suddenly I was pinned on the wall with his hand on both sides of me on the wall. Caging me inbetween them.
"Careful little niece.... don't act spoiled just because I'm being lenient towards you.." i gulped down the painful lump in my throat hearing his harsh words.
His words exactly remanding me of the fact that I'll always be a kid in his eyes towards whom he is just acting lenient nothing more.....not like I want to be..
"Leave me..." I wisper in my broken tone. Trying my hardest to not to let out a sob and show him that he was hurting me.
He stared at my face for good few minutes with his clinched jaw before fianlly stepping back from me.
A hiccup left my mouth accidentally making me both embarassed and more hurt. I saw he fisted his palm tightly for once, his veins on his forehead and neck popping out making me a little scared. He walked away without saying anything to me.
A sob fianlly left my mouth as I covered it with my palm while sliding down the wall. Why it was hurting me...? Why his harshness was hurting me...? Isn't he supposed to act like how he is acting? Like a guardian who has every right to scold but damn it......it was hurting like hell..
After sometimes I weakly walked back directly to where his car was, while walking I take a look at the table where we were sitting and the table was already cleaned...I assume he already paid and went out.
And I was right, he was sitting inside his car while looking out of his window, I grabbed the car handle of back seat and the door opened as it was unlocked already.
Without saying anything I sat on the back seat while looking out of the window. From the corner of my eyes I noticed how he stared at the passenger seat which was empty and started the engine.
