Mom excitedly welcomes me to our house. As we enter, I saw a pair of eyes watching over me.
I felt nervous, the moment our eyes met. Cause I can see a hint of madness in the way he stares at me.
"Hon, our daughter is back." Mom happily muttered.
He just look at Mom for a while, then he stares back at me again.
"D-Dad." I buffered.
"Its good to know that she still knows her way back home." he said coldly. Then he focuses his attention to Mom. "I'm going to the office, Hon. I'll see you later."
"Okay. Be careful in driving." Mom answered.
Dad walks out, without talking to me.
I bet he's still mad. Yeah, he must be.
--
Mom immediately brought me to the kitchen to serve some food. After that, she leads me on my way to my room, to which nothing had change.
"Thanks Mom." I told her, as I flash a sincere smile.
"No, baby. You don't have to thank me. You have the right to be here, treated that way and own these things. You're my daughter." she said throwing her smile back at me.
"I love you, Mom." this maybe the first time I'm saying this since I reach twenty.
I'm not the expressive daughter type. I don't usually appreciate Mom and Dad's effort to gave me a better living. Its only today that I realize how lucky I am. And how immature I act. Maybe, Stephen is right. I was a brat. But, I'll start to change now.
I spend the rest of the day inside my room. I slept, rest, watch movies, do social networking, listen to music, communicate with friends and such. I did all the things I didn't able to do for the past week. And I realize, I also miss this life. The life of living free. The life of not escaping.
[THE NEXT MORNING]
"Hon! There are a lot of reporters outside the house!"
Mom's loud shout awakens me.
I abruptly stand from my bed and went out of my room.
"Mom, what's happening?" I asked.
"Charm, baby. There are a lot of reporters outside. They want to ask you about Vougner."
What the crap.
"How did they knew you're back?" Dad asked me.
I suddenly felt relieved when Dad finally talks to me.
"Uhh. I don't know, Dad. But I texted Betty and Wayne yesterday."
"You shouldn't texted them." Dad said with so much authority. "Don't go out. I'll be the one facing the reporters."
"B-but Dad!" I protested.
"What??" he asked still having that fearful voice.
"Let me talk to them. I can't stand being imprisoned inside this house just to avoid those reporters." I declared.
"Fine. Do what you want. Just make sure you won't destroy our image, nor the company's."
"Yes Dad." I answered sadly.
After all, he was still the same. His priority was his name and his business.
I went out of the house to see the reporters.
Geez. Why did I suddenly become this popular? I hate being chased by reporters! It sucks!
"Ms. Charm!"
"Ms. C.E Lautner!"
"Ms. Charm Eine!"
The moment I open the gate, the reporters started to shout my name.
"Quiet please!" I ordered, as I face all the cameras in front of me.
Fortunately, they calm down. But one reporter take the risk of asking.
"Ms. Charm, we heard that you got hostaged and even kidnapped by the most elusive criminal in town, Vougner. But now you're back. So, does it mean you succeed on escaping?"
"Listen, all of you. I know, you're all aware of the human rights. And as a human, I have the right to live a normal life. I don't want to be chased by a lot of reporters like you and answer those unending questions you're about to ask me. Because I'm not into popularity. Nor did I need your sympathy. I didn't escape from Vougner. That's all I can say. Let's end it to that." I said then went inside and closes the gate again.
"Are they gone?" Dad asks.
"I guess so." I winked.
Dad went into shock. But when he recovers, he muttered. "You haven't change, Charm. Still the brat of you."
That made me smile.
That was a Dad I use to have. A Dad that knows my imperfections, yet love me unconditionaly.
--
Dad, Mom and I had a breakfast together. Its been a week since we ate this way. Quiet, but happy. Just staring at each other already brings happiness in each of us. We're reunited!
"Dad?" I called him after we finished eating and he was about to go.
"What?"
"I want to work again."
That froze him, for a bit.
"Your position is already occupied, Charm."
"Oh, I see."
"Then, find her another position she could fill in." Mom intervenes.
"Do you mean, I have to fire an employee for her to come over?" Dad asked with annoyance.
"No. But can't you give her a chance to work again?" Mom asked, still calm.
"Only in the rank and file employee is where there is a job vacancy." Dad said.
"Then, I'll pass my resume later." I declared.
"What? You don't need to do that!" Mom protested.
"Let her, Esther." Dad said full of authority. "If you really has a trust on your daughter's capabilities, you'll let her."
Mom sighed in defeat. "Fine. But, be sure you'll be good to her."
"I'll expect you in the office, Charm." Dad said, then leave.
"Charm, baby. Are you sure about this?" Mom ask full of concered.
"Yes Mom. Trust me, I can make it." I winked at her.
She sighed in relief. "Okay. I know you can make it."
YOU ARE READING
Trust Me
Adventure"They say, I trust you is better than I love you. Because you can always love the one you trust but you cannot always trust the one you love. But for me, It had made no difference at all. Thus, saying TRUST ME is another way of saying LOVE ME." -- C...
