Give Me Love

2

Arthur

"You're going to be a businessman! You're the eldest!" my dad yell. This old man doesn't know how to understand! "C'mon, Harold! I want to be a Pilot." I screamed his name without giving some respect, I'm done with this old man, "Just give it to Edward, dad!" I screamed but instead giving a sermon, he just punched me in the face and my brother and mother ran over him to contain him. I held my hand to my lips and found out it's bleeding.

I run to our garage and to my car then leave. This whole situation is killing me!

"Mr. Peterson?" an employee knocked, "Your next meeting will be in 10 minutes." I nodded. I just followed my dad's decision. My brother, Edward is the one who became pilot and he's not happy being a pilot. He always wanted to be in my position.

"I don't have a trust for your brother." my dad explained, "Dad, he's good at business." I tried to fight back, "Just follow me!" he screamed. I didn't resist anymore. It's what he wants.

"Mr. Peterson," Mr. Andrews offered his hand to me for a shake and I took it. "How's being in this position?" he asked. "Great." I said sarcastically.

The meeting just began discussing about to the company and I honestly don't care.

After the meeting, everyone dismissed their selves except to Edmund Andrews. "You know what," he says, "I can handle this company." I honestly don't want to give him the company. I want to give this to Edward. "No, thank you. I would prefer to spend my whole life in this hell than to give this to a snake." I said then left

It was lunch break already and I headed to the ground floor when one of the employee approach me, "You look stunning today, Mr. Peterson." she flirt. "C'mon, Natasha. I'm always stunning." I handed her my calling card together with my address in it. "Call me if your free tonight." I wink then left.

At my favorite restaurant, I also found my favorite person. Mrs. Adams.

"Mr. Peterson!" she calls as I entered the restaurant. It's not a 5 star restaurant actually but I love here. Mrs. Adams owns this. This is the only way she can forget about her lost daughter. She lost it two years ago and she also lost hope in finding her.

"Any news?" she shook her head. She already reported about her daughter. "Don't worry, she'll come back. She's only 18 when she lost. She needs her mother although she's already an adult. She'll find her way back here." I cheer her up. She's like a mother to me already. She smile and handed me my favorite cuisine.

Mrs. Adams doesn't let me to pay but I insist. Sometimes I just put the money in her pocket and left.

When I returned, my dad is already at my office, "Father," I called him put instead a hug he punched me. What the hell? "How dare you to put this company down?" what? "What do you mean!?" I'm half shocked. "You're losing the company!" I laugh sarcastically, Edward and my mom is there. Edward was still wearing his Pilot uniform, "I told you before," I sit in my chair and placed my feet on the desk, "I'm no good in handling a company." he was about to punch me when Edward stops him, "What the hell is wrong with you, Harold?" go on brother. You can do this. "Can't you see? Arthur and I are suffering. I'm no good in being a Pilot and honestly he's no good in handling a business!" he screamed. "You kept on telling us before that follow your dreams. My dream is to be a businessman, dad." he almost cried. "You're so sweet back then. So gentle. So understanding. So loving before. Before you grandpa gave you the business." and now my brother is crying. I let him in my chair. Supposedly, it's his chair. Not mine.

My dad remain silent. Trying to process what my brother just said. It is true. Before grandpa has given this to him, he was so gentle. He's so afraid to hurt us, physically nor emotionally. Money is truly an evil.

My dad left together with my mom. She smiles at us but Edward remain. "How is it feel?" he asked. "Great. Telling dad how we feel is great." I respond.

"I mean to be seated here." I stares at him.

"Nervous," I say, "Especially if you know you're no good in this." I fake laugh. "How you?"

"Same as your answer." he laugh, "But it's also great." I wish I was my brother.