They've been traveling for almost two weeks, still with the tour guides. Whom they consider now as their Greek friends. And every minute there didn't surely got wasted. They were tired, certainly tired. They've considered the ninth day as a rest one, just to be inside the hotel, or maybe just in that place. Considering their trip as a honeymoon one. The two have their freedom, to do whatever they wanted that day. And so the both were on the gadgets, the other on the phone, and the other on just the television. "What're you doing?" One of them finally spoke, Jake, who was sick of the silence.
"Checking the photos." She answered quickly, smiling by herself. "Isn't it beautiful here?" She added, her smile upgraded, now grinning. "Yes, absolutely full of beauty in this country." He said, then after that took a deep, noisy breath, as if he was feeling anxious about something. He did it over and over, until he spoke. "Do you know why we're here, Clarissa?"
"Yeah," she said. "To have fun and explore the place." She said. Jake got relieved, at least she got to say 'have fun'. "Well, then. Are you ready?" He said, now gazing at her to wait for the answer. Clarissa finally gave a questioning look at him. "What?"
Jake sighed, she didn't get his point. "It's our honeymoon trip, Rissa. Don't you want to have a child?" He asked, trying to be as calm as possible. She grinned, almost laughed. "Look," she started. "Do you think I forgot it? Of course not. Man, that's way too obvious. Way too specific." And now she laughed. She put down her phone, and turned to look at him, focus. "Let's wait for the night, okay? Mr. Impatient guy?"
Jake smirked, then went back to watch. Clarissa went to the balcony, yes there had to be a balcony. She pulled the curtains to the side, then entered. It was wide, then she closed his eyes. Enjoyed as the cool breeze surround her face. How could it be so refreshing to stay there outside? She just didn't enjoy the wind, but she also leaned forward to look at the very nice view in front. Few buildings were there, same level as the room, most are high, though. But it was simply inevitable not to look down beneath her, there she looked down, and she could her heart pound, beat faster and faster. Her fear of heights came back, haunting her once again. The road, the cars rounding. People walking, crossing those streets. It was so deep there.
Then suddenly held her stomach, hands wrapped around it. It was just so sudden and too cold that she literally screamed. "What the, Jake?!" She quickly turned to look at him, giving an angry and shocked face to him. He looked normal, didn't even look guilty. "What? You got shocked? Seriously?" He snickered. "Ain't funny!" She rolled her eyes, going back to the view. Not the thing beneath her, no, not anymore. She smiled again, somehow. "I wonder how the baby in Grezsatly is."
"What? You mean Andy?" He asked, joining her. "Yeah, exactly." She replied. It was impossible to tell, but she could see as a young, small girl play with her parents. The three looked happy together, as if they have everything they ever wanted already. Nothing could be compared to a family's everlasting love. She felt happy for them. Just wished she could be as happy as them. She and her future family. "You miss them?" He asked, but Clarissa didn't respond, couldn't hear him. She was just simply focusing on one thing- the family. "Do you miss them, Rissa?" He repeated. She looked at him, then afterwards realized what he said. "Yeah." She replied, her tone high as if she was asking. "We could go home anytime you'd like. Just let me know, okay?"
"Okay."
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The moment came, it was finally nighttime. But she and Jake were found there lying on the bed, now sleeping. The day was long, though. Did too many things, were all busy. Clarissa was there, with eyes wide open. She had been awake for almost two hours, thinking about too many things. She was staring at the wall. Her chest was resting on the mattress, her right hand outstretched.
She was going back to the time when she saw that happy family. Remembering how good it was to have a family, the time when she was small, same age as that young girl she just saw. The difference was just she was too young to be left, to have a broken family. It was hard but easy to compare the two families- hers and theirs. What if her mother was there from the time Clarissa was born? How happy was it? She had too many questions to herself. The big deal was just that Fiona was the reason of it all. The longer she'd thought about it, the greater her anger was.
Her anger is leading to nothing. She had to stop it, that feeling. All of that had to end. Go to sleep, she said to herself.
