Complicated

Chapter ten

I looked at my digital clock on the wall. 8:54 am. Holy shit! Its late! I'm late to school! I thought and I rushed downstairs, right from my bed.

School started at nine in the morning and ended at three thirty in the evening.

I took a leap to the last step and reached the living room, to find mom and dad sitting on the couch, with their tea cups in their hands, facing each other and laughing at something.

Wait...what? They should be rushing to work at this hour and they're still at home? I thought and reached up to them.

Dad looked up at a confused and horrified me and said, "Morning, Honeybunch! Llegas temprano para un domingo, querida. (You're early for a Sunday morning, dear.) What's up?"

"You look so horrified, Carmen. Que sucede, carino?(What's wrong, baby?)" Mom asked, concern etching her face.

"Wait....Sunday morning? No way. Its Monday dad! And I'm terribly late to school! Can you please drop me off today?" I ranted.

They both laughed and my mom said, "Aw, Honeybunch! Its Sunday today. You're so worked up, Carmen."

"Seriously, honey. Its a Sunday today. Ir a dormis por mas tiempo(Go sleep for some more time). You won't get to sleep for a long time during the weekdays." Dad said, sipping his tea.

"But I'm wide awake, aren't I?" I said in a sleepy voice.

They both chuckled and went back to their tea sipping business.

I was so bored for an early Sunday morning, not having anything to study or do homework.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"What's the plan for today? I have nothing to do actually." I said.

Mom's ears perked up and she said, "No studies? Everything done, Honeybunch?"

"Yup! Everything done." I grinned.

"We're so sorry, Carmen, for not being able to spend time with you. We've got a lot of deals to close up with the clients. I'm afraid we can't stay at home today." Mom said, in a very feeble tone.

I understood their situation very well. But deep down in my heart, I felt a pang because I wasn't able to spend time with my own parents. Even though they were with me and supported me in everything and anything, they couldn't spend time with me. Even during the weekends.

I sometimes felt lonely. I didn't want to tell that to them because I knew that they would feel guilty for not spending time with me. And I couldn't bother Vin. Neither Andrew. They were busy with their own lives and I didn't want them to clear their schedules just for me. It wasn't fair on my part.

"Carmen! Carmen!" My mother shook my shoulders, bringing me back from my own thoughts.

"Yeah, mom?"

"Are you okay, honey?" My dad asked, concern etching his face.

"Y-yeah. I'm good. You guys carry on. I'll be in my room." I said, departing towards the staircase, with my head bent down.

I finished my daily routine and showered quickly. I wore a green T-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, tied my hair up in a pony and plopped on the couch which was at the end of my room, with "Macbeth" book in my hand.

The doorknob of my bedroom door turned open to reveal Mom, in her office attire, her pitch black hair held together with a clutch, her face holding nothing but a genuine smile which enhanced her beauty more than any makeup and last but not the least, her eyes highlighted that love she had in her for me and my dad.