After putting Angel to bed at around 10:30 p.m, I walk to the kitchen to prepare my lemon and honey coffee. I have been feeling hot the whole day, but I am still my coffee.
Andy hasn't shown up from work and it's a bit unusual. Anyway, I am glad he is long because, one, that morning kiss has denied me peace of mind the entire . I don't know how I will face him, and I have been cursing myself the entire for allowing someone to kiss me for no reason, and I am terrified that if the incident happens again, as long as it is Andy, I will go weak again and give . Two, I am also worried because I don't know how he will react when I tell him I talked to Angel's teacher this morning. I hope he will be fine with that.
Besides, there was no harm caused. I defended his daughter, and the teacher me nothing of the sort will happen ever again.
"Good evening!" I jump, and almost spill my coffee when Andy speaks, entering kitchen. I must have been too engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice him in. "Easy! You seem lost. What are you thinking about?" He asks, taking but suggestive steps towards me, his eyes glued to mine.
I look away, shyly, as the memories of the morning come flooding in again. Not they had left my mind even for a single minute the entire day, and him being suggestive is not doing me any justice. I start walking back, and him forward, I keep going until I hit the wall. He smirks at me, a smirk that says, poor ! I should have looked to where I was heading, that way I wouldn't be between Andy and the kitchen wall right now, with my heart running a .
Contrary to my dirty thoughts, he doesn't do a thing. He just pulls a stool and pats it, and then pulled another one.
"Sit." He says, more like ordering, taking my hand and pulling me to the stool as sits on the next one.
Ooh, thank you, Lord! I thought he was going to kiss me again!
I sit down and release the breath I'd know I holding for I don't know how long.
He releases my hand, and passed me my coffee, as he pours himself a full mug of still steaming coffee.
We drink in total silence, and when I notice he is about to finish his last mug of , I thought it wise to tell him about Angel.
"Um... aah.." I open my mouth and close it again. All of a sudden, I feel scared. I 't know how to tell him about our secret with Angel. Where do I start? What if gets mad? Will he fire me too?
"Do you have something you want to say?" He asks, maybe after noticing my . I turn to him, and he looks, just flat, with no emotion on his face. He a sip of his coffee, and adjusts himself on the stool, turning to me. "I am ." He adds, with a raised eyebrow.
"Aah... you see... I .." I breathe in and out, trying to remain as cool as a cucumber, all in vain. The more I try to say a word, the more fearful I become. Andy have sensed it, and decided to speak on my behalf. Saying something that I 't expecting.
"I know you talked to Angel's teacher." What? I shoot my eyes at him. He takes last sip of his coffee. He knows already? Then I should maybe relax? I swallow lump that had begun forming in my throat and nod my head in agreement. But follows next is a nail direct to my heart. "Who gave you that right?" He asks gritted teeth. His irritated voice, though soft, is filled with so much anger even a child can detect. Looking at him, I bow my head down immediately, the look in his eyes is the look of disgust. He now looks annoyed, and . If looks could kill, I would be six feet under. "My daughter confined in you of me, mistake number one. Two, you encouraged my daughter to lie to me, is a very stupid thing to do. Three, and the most terrible mistake, you made a about my daughter without asking me. Why, Tania?" With my bowed , I can still see his hands his thighs clenching into gusts, the veins showing.
"Talk to me, Tania!" He shouslamlamming the sink with one hand that made me jump from my stool with fear.
As I stand and walk a distance from him, I feel the tears threatening to leave my and make their way out, and I can't block them.
"I... I am ..s... o.ry." I say, looking up at him, as the first tear drops. I am not a baby, it's just that I am standing in front of a lion which is threatening to tear into pieces at any given second. "It's just that Angel asked me not to...."
"Not to tell me? Is that it?" He yells, standing up, and I bow my head down again more tears flow. "Angel is a kid. You had the chance to do the right thing as a person. Do you know how it felt to be called by the school principal to about something that I, the father of the offended kid, knew nothing , just because my maid decided to play games with me and hide such a thing from me?" He continues yelling, fuming with anger.
I damn messed this up! Big times! He turns to leave, but in between sobs, my self thought of opening my mouth again, thinking it will calm the angry
Adrian Ashton down. But if only I knew better, I would have just let him go cool his anger the best way he knows how, instead of adding salt to the injury.
"I am sorry, okay? I just did what I thought was best for Angel and....."
"Your best was the most foolish thing you could have ever thought of." He cut me and turns to me, taking a few steps toward me, and we stared at each other.
"Angel is my responsibility. Her problems are just mine! She should confine in me before, not in a stranger. Not in you! Everything about her must pass through . I am her father, and you are not her mother to share responsibility. Know your and play your role well without crossing the boundary, miss Tania Lawson!"
After making his points Crystal clear, he lividly stomps out of the kitchen, while I left to deal with my crying mess self. That's what I get for trying to be nice.
I sit down on the floor and face-palm my soaked face.
Men did I just screw it that much?!