Mirrored Hearts

12

Lela's POV

The past one week was hell. Notes, assignments and the likes. I wish I didn't have to do maths. Like, our maths teacher is really good but, seriously I still have a problem with that subject.

  When I have children, I'll pull them by their ears and say, 'don't hate any subject and neither should you write it off. Try all you can to learn it.' Because, I think that's the reason I'm awful at maths. Like, I hated my first math teacher with passion and she made me hate maths back then in primary school.

"Lela." someone knocked on the door and I turned to see Eka-ette there. She had a brilliant smile on and I smiled back at her.

"Aunty. What's the matter?" I asked as I closed my gigantic maths textbook which made a thud that could make anyone not conscious enough, flinch.

"Nothing." She answered and she stepped further into the room.

"But, your wide smile says something else." I grinned while getting to my feet.

"You should come downstairs, Lela." She placed one of her palms on my cheek. It felt warm there. My room was really cold because of the air-con.

"Why? What's happening downstairs?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just come." She said, pulling my hands.

"Aunty! Wait, what's going on?" I struggled to put on my flip flops. "Is there an important visitor down there? I couldn't possibly wear this and come meet the visitor."

That was true. I was wearing a tank top and short that stopped only a halfway on my laps.

She laughed, "just come with me dear. You ask too many questions." With that she pulled me downstairs.

'Dear lord. What's wrong with Aunty Eka-ette?'

"What is it, aunty?" I whispered to her when we were down the stairs. She only smiled at something in front of us and I followed her gaze.

"Daddy?" it couldn't be. Like he had called and said he couldn't make it this week. I stepped closer to see if it was really him. It had to be him. The height, the oblong face with the same upturned nose. His brown skin. It just had to be him.

"Daddy!" I screamed as I jumped on him and took in a whiff of his cologne. He almost lost his balance.

He laughed, "Easy. How are you, Lela? I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, daddy and I'm fine. How are you?" I asked him.

"I'm fine. Just a little stressed out. I'll be fine after a handful of rest."

I frowned, "yes daddy, rest and I'll make sure you get plenty of that."

“Father and daughter.” Mom's voice echoed from the dining. She placed some plates on the table and they clinked, she had a smile on.

  “Mom, you knew dad was coming and you didn't tell me.” I pouted.

  She chortled, “it was meant to be a surprise dear.”

  “And you guys got me.” I grinned.

  “Something smells really delicious.” Dad said in his husky voice.

  “Yeah, I made lunch. Please come and eat, honey? Lela?” Mom smiled and she pulled one of the chairs. It screeched when she pulled it.

  “Let's go Lela. I'm sure your mom put a lot of effort in preparing this food.” Dad had his two hands on my shoulder and he pushed me lightly towards the dinning.