Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

"What's going on here?" I heard Deus. I really want to look at him but I somehow felt embarrassed with how I look. I am so wasted.

"Fuck you, old man. How dare you make my best friend cry? I hate you!" she yelled. I hugged her even tighter. It's my way of saying thank you for being there for me.

"Tss." Deus sounds annoyed. The next thing I knew he is already carrying me bridal style. Ali is trying to get me away from him.

"Hey hey, don’t touch her. How dare you. Where are you going?" Deus didn't care and continue walking. I cling to his neck.

I want to come with him.

"Old man!! Bring her down!! Leave her alone!!" she is yelling and trying to go after us but Tres is stopping her.

"Let me go Tres!!! Let me go" she is so loud

"Don't worry Ellie, I'll take care of her for you. I will take her home safely. Promise cross my heart!!" Tres also shouted trying to overpower Ali's voice.

Deus entered a car. I am sitting on his lap and still clinging to his neck. I don't want to let go. I want him near me. I love how close I am with him. I miss him a lot and his smell calm me. My breathing is not yet stable but I am feeling more okay with him beside me.

"Bring us home." he commanded his driver. I am glad he has a driver or else he will be having a hard time driving with me not wanting to let him go. It feels like if I let him go, he will go without me and I don't want that. I want him close because it's my assurance that he is with me and not going anywhere.

Both of his hands are holding me tight. I hide my face in the crook of his neck. I never get so clingy to him and this is the one of few times that I initiated close contacts with him. I don't care. I want him close to me.

I am being summoned by tiredness again. My eyes are so tired that they want to sleep again. I am trying my best to stay awake because I am afraid that when I sleep, I will wake up without him. I am fighting the tiredness but being with him makes me feel comfortable and at home so I fall into deep slumber.

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I woke up in a very soft bed. I stretched my arm and body. I felt properly rested. My head hurts a little and my eyes feel heavy. I don't want to open them but realizing what happened last night makes me sit up and quickly look at the other side of the bed. Deus is beside me. I heaved a sigh of relief.

I look around the room and I smiled when I saw the room that I've been missing for weeks. Nothing change it's just that some things like vases and room decors is missing. I happily admire everything. I never thought I will be here again with him.

I noticed that I am not wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday. Maybe Deus change my clothes and my face starts heating up. I hope he at least close his eyes while doing it. It's embarrassing.

I look at Deus and admire his face. Looks like he loses some weight and the circles around his eyes gets darker than before. He grows a little hair on his face and his hair is longer than what he usually has. Maybe he forgot to do his hair during the year end. He is sleeping so calmly.

I lay in the bed again and hugged him so tight. I miss him so much. He hugged me back and I felt his lips on my forehead. Then I go back to dreamland.

But that was the last hug and the last kiss he gave me since I came back. After that day, he almost never come home. He is ignoring me and its heart breaking. I seldom see him. Most of the days he chooses to sleep and live in his office than go home to me. When he does go home, he will just sleep and go to his office again early in the morning while I am still asleep.

He is giving me silent treatment and it is killing me. He never talked to me. When I am asking him something he will just ignore me like I am not existing at all. I hate the feeling.

It's been two weeks and I am feeling lonelier and alone in his house. I know I deserve this for what I did. Maybe he wants me to do efforts and sweet stuffs. I need to try and win his affection back and so I decided to cook lunch for him.

I prepared all the ingredients and try to cook it the best that I can. I did all the preparations and cooking. I cut hand due to clumsiness but it's fine. After hours of cooking the outcome exceeds my expectation. I made a special cowboy casserole. I excitedly packed it in a cute lunchbox. I am ecstatic to bring it to him.

I take a bath the moment I finished. I wear a pretty and comfy Garfield hoodie along with a high waist black leggings. Pair it with ankle length converse and hoop earrings. I let my hair fall. I applied a lip tint and some powder to look extra beautiful. I don't usually wear heavy make up because first I don't know how to apply it on my face and second, I don't feel comfortable wearing one.

I happily left home and hail a taxi. He didn't instruct me about going out so I think it's fine. What would be his reaction? Will he be surprise? I hope so. I never show him some efforts. This is the first time so I am hoping for the best outcome. The moment I get out of the taxi the security guard who notice me immediately assist me.

"Good morning maam" he greeted me with a smile as he approached me with an umbrella trying to cover me from the ray of light. As usual there are still weird glances and stares. I even heard some talking about me.