Wanting Her

Chapter 41

-HER-

Silence fills the car and I dwell in calmness as his scents wafts my nose. I keep my mouth shut because I don't want to ruin anything by saying anything. God, knows that I could make it worse than it already was.

He is also silence. One hand is steering the wheel with gracefulness and firmness which is an odd combination but still perfect. He looks calm though and I wonder where we're going.

Of course, I couldn't stop from asking. "Where are we going?" While picking my nails.

"You'll see." Is just his only answer.

I nod and keep staring ahead. I notice that we're going to the next town which I can't see any purpose of going there but I punch my curiosity till it crumbles. This time, I'm determine to fix my wrong and handle it with more maturity. Like I should, this past weeks.

This time, I will not push him anymore. I understand now that not all people can be push. Some needs other factors to push them into telling, but Ethan is not. He is someone that need to go on his pace and let him decide when and when to tell. The more you push, the more he'll keep silence.

I will let him decide when is the right time to tell me. I get that it will takes time for him to reveal because this involves a big part of him. A big part that have made him who he is now. A big part that have change him in a way that I don't know.

"This is where I stay before I move to our town." he speaks all of a sudden.

I look around through the window and trail my eyes to see there's buildings of shops. Some pedestrian stops by at the bakery called "Papa Bakery". There's a pet shop, a cafe and salons along the way. It's not that crowded but this town portrays cozy and homey.

"I used to stop by at the bakery to fetch my mom her favorite portuguese tart. My mom swore it was the she ever tasted." He chuckles and his face somehow looks like it has drifted to the past.

I keep silence but give full attention and attentiveness in his talking. I don't want to interrupt his moment of openness. He paused his talking and drive to a neighborhood.

He parks his car  in front of an abandoned white bungalow that is in need of care. I can see that the paint had mold stain on it. The front yard is in need of grass maintaining. The house looks, lonely and I don't know why I feel sad.

I look at the house in puzzlement trying to uncover brick by brick whose house is this. He must've sense my curiosity and continued to talk.

"This used to be my home. Come on." He get out of the car and I follow.

He waited until I get out of the car before walking ahead. He reach at the back pocket of his jeans for the front door key and open it.

The first sight is a chandelier at the ceiling with two staircase that complete the luxurious concept. There's a round table in the middle but with nothing on it. No vase, no flowers. Nothing.

On the left side of the house, it's the living room. There is still coaches and furniture in it with white cloths to cover it. I bet it is home before, but now it just a mere house. with no lives, just existing.

We stand in the middle of the living room as I wait for him. He trails him eyes as if remembering, reminiscing about the memories that lingers in the back of his mind. When he turns, he catches my eyes and my heart drops before it thumps rapidly.

"My dad decided to leave my mom, me and my brother. I don't understand why and I don't know until one day, he decided to tell me the reason."