A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Fifteen

Chris:

                A loud, resounding clink from my driver roars all over the driving range.

                                "Oi, Christopher! Are you mad or something? You're hitting your drives way too hard, dude!"

                The tee automatically sinks below the artificial green mat. It surges again with a ball on it this time. I hit it so hard for the umpteenth time the shot zooms as fast as a flying jet.

                                "Chris, are you okay? Your shots are getting harder and louder than before. Something wrong?"

                                "I'm okay, Chaz! And I'm not mad. Can't you see? I'm practising my driver shots so stop buggering me!" I answered in a miffed tone.

                I know that Chaz is staring at me while I'm placing my driver right next to the tee, and then hitting it again as hard as I could. Just like from a while ago, my driver's tee shot shoots way too far I couldn't even see where my ball landed.

                Yes, I'm still in my grumpiest mood till now. I'm so irate and miffed after Ate Mhairi's Surprise Party. My mood shifts from the excitement of seeing my Ate again after ten years to "don't f*** with me or I'll f***ing f*** with you!" mood. I couldn't contain the annoyance and anger I felt and feeling since the night when she introduced me to this guy named Markus Connelly;

                Which is unfortunate and I'm miffed to say, her fiance.

                The years of waiting for her, praying so hard that one day, she'll come back so that I could finally tell I've waited for her all my life have gone into waste. My utmost wish of telling her I'm in love with her since I was ten 'til now;

                All of it has finally dissipated and no longer exist. I mean, what for? It's not the case anymore now that she's engaged to someone.

                Utmost pain and anger are still consuming my heart. This way beyond gut-wrenching pain that I am currently throwing to those golf balls I've hit just to let out how hurt and painful for me to heed and know that Ate Mhairi's already engaged to be married to someone;

                To heed the painful truth that some guy already owns her heart unbeknownst to me.

                The tee surges once again, but there's no ball in it this time.

                                "Tss! For f***'s sake! Are all those balls finished already?!" I grumbled in a pure bratty tone.

                                "That's already a hundred balls, Chris. You didn't even give me a chance to hit some since we came here! Man, you are so unbelievable!" Chaz blurted again but whispering the last few words.

                I close my eyes in an absolute agitated manner to suppress the frustration that buggers me. But no, I'm still in my most upset mood that's why I throw my driver away in the driving range field of Cluny Clays.

                                "What the—CHRISTOPHER?! WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!"

                I ignored what Chaz said. I walked out of the driving range and left all my stuff instead.

                                "CHRIS! WOULD YOU PLEASE COME BACK HERE AND GRAB YOUR STUFF?! OI! CHRISTOPHER!!!"

                Just like what I've done from a while ago, I ignored him for the second time without turning back and left the place.