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After the Talk
"Blair, turn off the lights before you go upstairs." my father said before he and mother went to their room.
It's near midnight, but I am unable to sleep due to these never-ending school works. I wish I was smart enough and a fast learner.
"Yes, dad." I replied while doing the final touch of my poster.
I smiled widely when I saw the final result. But it slowly faded when my planner showed all my unfinished tasks. I am exhausted! I really want to go to bed... And that's what I did.
***
The next day, the smell of garlic rice and ham woke me up. I tidied my room and went down stairs for a breakfast.
"Good morning, mom! Good morning, dad!"
They smiled as a reply and my dad pat my head. "You're so cheerful today. Did you finish all your tasks last night?"
Oh, oh...
I scratched my head and smiled awkwardly. "Ahm... N-no, not yet! But I'll finish it at school with the help of my friends."
My father is really strict when it comes to my education. He won't accept a B or less than 90 grade on my report card. That's why I never been chill since I graduated pre-school!
Luckily, I have friends. When I say friends, a real one! The ones who always got my back at the same time, the ones who never tolerate my wrong doings. I do the same with them too for the sake of our development as a person.
As father heard my reply, he never talks again this morning. He's probably upset or having doubts that I can finish those supposedly yesterday's tasks. My mother felt the tension so she tried to lighten up the mood by singing and giving the hot tea to my father; which is the one he loves to drink every day.
"Don't be sad, Blair. I'll talk to your father later when you go to school." my mother said.
Every time she says that after I went home from school, I always saw a bruise on her neck. Sometimes... on her nape. It's so worrying to see...
"No, mom. You don't have to!"
I went to my mother's side and hugged her. She hugs me too and a worried face of her becomes visible. "Is there something wrong, Blair? Why do you look so scared?"
Hmm... How can I say it?
"I-it's b-because... I always saw a bruise on you neck every time you say, you and father will talk!"
My mother gasped and her face redden. I don't know what's goin' on. I looked at father and I saw a glimpse of his grin before he sipped his tea.
"Mom, dad, what's going on?" I finally asked but I don't get a reply at all.
© Night_Dreme
It's near midnight, but I am unable to sleep due to these never-ending school works. I wish I was smart enough and a fast learner.
"Yes, dad." I replied while doing the final touch of my poster.
I smiled widely when I saw the final result. But it slowly faded when my planner showed all my unfinished tasks. I am exhausted! I really want to go to bed... And that's what I did.
***
The next day, the smell of garlic rice and ham woke me up. I tidied my room and went down stairs for a breakfast.
"Good morning, mom! Good morning, dad!"
They smiled as a reply and my dad pat my head. "You're so cheerful today. Did you finish all your tasks last night?"
Oh, oh...
I scratched my head and smiled awkwardly. "Ahm... N-no, not yet! But I'll finish it at school with the help of my friends."
My father is really strict when it comes to my education. He won't accept a B or less than 90 grade on my report card. That's why I never been chill since I graduated pre-school!
Luckily, I have friends. When I say friends, a real one! The ones who always got my back at the same time, the ones who never tolerate my wrong doings. I do the same with them too for the sake of our development as a person.
As father heard my reply, he never talks again this morning. He's probably upset or having doubts that I can finish those supposedly yesterday's tasks. My mother felt the tension so she tried to lighten up the mood by singing and giving the hot tea to my father; which is the one he loves to drink every day.
"Don't be sad, Blair. I'll talk to your father later when you go to school." my mother said.
Every time she says that after I went home from school, I always saw a bruise on her neck. Sometimes... on her nape. It's so worrying to see...
"No, mom. You don't have to!"
I went to my mother's side and hugged her. She hugs me too and a worried face of her becomes visible. "Is there something wrong, Blair? Why do you look so scared?"
Hmm... How can I say it?
"I-it's b-because... I always saw a bruise on you neck every time you say, you and father will talk!"
My mother gasped and her face redden. I don't know what's goin' on. I looked at father and I saw a glimpse of his grin before he sipped his tea.
"Mom, dad, what's going on?" I finally asked but I don't get a reply at all.
© Night_Dreme
