Secret Love Nest

Promise pt2

I am in a good mood.

I'm in a good mood to scrunch my face, give angry glares and don't speak to the man having breakfast with me.

What? Did he really think that just because he went home, clean the room and write cheesy stuffs in my laptop, that will make me forgive him?!

Hah! And another HAH!

Btw, hello. This is Dayu. How are you guys? Having fun? Good! Now let me go back to my anger.

I don't like him! I still love him but I don't like him right now!

This promise breaker, not a man of his words, lying, tardy man! He is annoying, infuriating, maddening and he is making my blood boil by not saying anything too.

I mean...why is he not talking? I am not talking to him because I am mad about yesterday and I have a valid reason to be mad...but why is he being quiet?

Why is he not on his knees begging me to forgive him? Okay that is a bit too much, I mean he doesn't need to kneel down and beg but still...why is he not saying anything to make me feel better?

Is my upset face not showing enough upsetness? Is upsetness a real word? Let me rephrase it then, is my angry face not showing enough angriness?

Is angriness not a real word too? Damn! Constructing a sentence is hard when you are as angry as me. I am all grrrr and grrr some more.

I gave him a hot glare, my eyes focused on his face as he chew his toast with jam but without butter, the healthy freak. He is busy with reading the newspaper and not talking to me.

Fine! I am busy too! I am busy being angry at him and eating my breakfast too! Let's see who will be annoyed first!

(Why are you guys betting that I will be the one who will get annoyed first? Which side are you guys favoring anyway? I thought we are all in this together?!)

(Oh you mean ALL of us including your Baba. I see...and when we are fighting? You guys will not take sides? Okay. Close your eyes and cover your ears then as this can get ugly)

I spread tons of butter on my toast. He hates it when I butter my toast too much, something to do with cholesterol and other BS. I made sure that I put three layers of spread butter on my toast before I took a big bite out of it.

I cough and my eyes watered at the salty taste of the butter on toast but I gain my composure back by drinking sweetened orange juice straight from the carton and not like his healthy yogurt strawberry smoothie.

But Qing just kept on reading.

Fine! I pour cereal on my bowl until they spill and drown the sweet and preservatives filled little fuckers with milk and not the healthy kind, the one percent something skimmed type. The milk I use is just milk, milk for men. You know what I am talking about, right?

(Don't shake your heads and giggle like you are finding anything funny!) (sigh)

I angrily dug on my cereal and put the spoon on my mouth. Who cares if milk dribbled on my chin as I chew a mouthful of unhealthy breakfast. My eyes are still focused on the man who keeps on ignoring me.

What is his deal, really? Does he have the right to act like this? He is fucking driving me insane!

My spoon clang loudly when I threw it on the table. I lean on the back of my chair and cross my arms on my chest as I chew the crunchy cereals on my mouth noisily.