The Perfectly Unperfect Love

Chapter 2: Home Sweet Sadness?

"Mom I'm home!" I shouted carelessly.

I arrived home just now. A bit nervous but happy at the same time. The door opened moments after.

I saw my lil sis run towards me and hug me.
She 10 now or maybe 11. I dunno.

"Mom hurry! Cy is here!" She shouted back home with excitement.

"How are you little sis?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"I'm fine Cy. How about you? You're gone like, forever." She said with the 'duh' tone.

"Two months is not forever Jamie!" I exclaimed.

"Yah right. Mom's worried if you don't know and she never told dad you left"

"I know she's worried. She texted me everyday. And that's good news about dad"

Dad's abroad. He only receive news about us from mom or when we post something on facebook. We don't talk that much and if we do, somethings up and it's bad for sure.

"Cy."

I heard the voice I missedthe most.

I saw mom coming out of the kitchen. Looking good. More beautiful I think.

"Hi mom."

"How are you?"

"I'm great." I smiled.

"Are you hungry? Want me to cook something for you?"

"No mom I'm good. Just need to rest. It's a long trip and it's tiring."

"Oh. Okay. Wash yourself first before taking a nap okay?"

"Yah sure."

Oh how I missed these things. Mom telling me the same old things everyday. The care I receive from her.

I was going to take a step when I remembered my little sis is still hugging me.

"Okay Jamie. I know you missed me a lot but it's time for me to rest."

"That's not fair! You just got here." She grunted.

"Jamie. Let your brother take a rest. He's tired." Mom shouted from the kitchen.

"Okay mom." Jamie answered with a sad face.

I kissed the top of her head then walked straight to my room.

Threw my bag somewhere and jump on my bed.

"Ahh! Home sweet home!" I said.

I missed the smell of my room. It's so comforting.

It feels, me. The old me.
The me that enjoys his own company.

But it all turned down when my thoughts went back to my cheat boyfriend.

Remembering what I saw on his phone.

Messages of him and the guy he treated as his older brother.

Kale, by the way, is the name of my man.
18-year-old working kid. He is intelligent. Not that tall. Have brown eyes and a nose that will never let his right eye see the left side. He is handsome in my eyes I don't know why.

Kale's total opposite goes to a man name Bruno. He's taller than us. 35-year-old moron I mean man.

He looks like E.T. or anything dirty and drawn a face on it. I'm serious. I'm not kidding.

He thinks he has the ability to interpret dreams and read people's mind which my boyfriend believed. He is rich. Own lots of businesses. But still work for no reason and that's where he met my man. They work together. They see each other everyday.