❣️ROOMMATES❣️
?By Authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Two (2)?
Subtitle:{The decision}
★Ella’s Pov★
I stared at the ceilings as I recalled what happened earlier today. I’m quite confuse of what I want. Well, not quite but really confuse. I don’t even know what I want but I do know one thing for sure.
i don’t want to leave my father here all by himself.
I let out a de-ep sigh as I turned to the other side of the bed. I was practically staring at nothing in particular but at the darkness.
*do you really want to let go, Ella?* My dad’s words came flashing back.
What do I want? Yeah, I’ve always wanted to go to England to study art and become really famous. That had being my dream. It was still my dream.
I sighed again and turned to the other side of the bed, again. I was facing the right direction this time around.
?Flashback?
*Mummy, it’s raining.* I squealed as I pulled away from the curtain and ran to her as she made dinner. I was just five years at then.
She smiled. *yeah, sweety. Why, do you want to go out there and dance with mummy?* She winked as she carried me in her arms.
I smiled and nodded my head. *I love it whenever it rains. Let’s go out there and dance.* I said, getting excited already.
She chuckled. *hey. calm down. But don’t you think that’s a bad idea? You might get a cold.*
I shook my head in disagreement. * I won’t get a cold, mom. Have you forgotten, i’m rain girl. I was born on a raining season.*
She laughed so ha-rd that she almost got choked from it but slightly cough it out and set me down on the tiled floor with my both feet.
*Indeed.* She finally managed to say as she stopped laughing. *Darling, I don’t want you to get sick, okay? Maybe we could just stare at the rainfall from here.* She suggested as she shrugged her shoulder.
I frowned. *No. I want to go out there and dance in the rain. Please mummy let’s go.*
*baby_* She began but i cut her off.
*I won’t talk to you ever again if you don’t let me go out there. I will consider it as a fact that you don’t love me.*
?Flashback Ends?
I sniffled as I recalled that moment. I hate myself. Can I ever forget about the past? Can I ever move on from it? Can I ever be happy and let go of the guilt?
This was one reason why I can’t leave dad all by himself; The guilt still haunts me.
I kept on crying, silently until I fell asleep.
****
“Winnie, go and call dad out for breakfast, hurry.” I said as I set the table. Winnie barked before running off to the stairs.
I set the table. I had prepared lasagna and veggies, fried chicken, and pepper sauce. Dad loves pepper sauce like crazy.
After a while, Winnie returned alongside dad. She barked as soon as she got to me. I ruffled her head before setting her food dog.
She barked again and started eating from the bowl.
I smiled at her. “you welcome.” I murmured before going to meet my dad at the dinning who was already seated at the head of the table. That was his usual sp-ot.
I walked over to him and leaned down at him and dropped a ki-ss at his cheeks.
“good morning, dad.” I said cheerfully as I sat down at my sp-ot beside my dad.
“morning sweety. How was your night? Hope you slept well?”
I nodded my head as I took a piece of chicken and dipped it in the sauce and took a bite from it. “my night was amazing.” I said as I swallowed.
“that’s good. So,” He paused as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. “have you made a decision?” He asked, setting the glas-scup on the table.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. And trust me, I am not ready to talk about that. Yet.
“dad, it’s bad manners to talk while eating.” I said hoping he was going to drop the discussion. Oh, boy was I wrong.
“and since when did you start following that rules?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged. “since now.” I said.
He laughs softly and reach out to my hand. “what. decision. have. you. come. up. with.” He asked, taking each word slowly.
“I’m not going to England to study dad. That’s my decision.” I said not sparing him a glance.
“are you sure that is what you want?” He asked.
“yes. That’s my decision.”
He sighed. “fine. But just so you know this, if you aren’t happy with this decision, you can always change it before it’s too late. I want you to be happy. I’m happy when you are.” He let go of my hand and got up to his feet. “honestly, i’m quite mad.”
“did I do anything wrong?” I asked quickly.
He smiled and shook his head. “not at you. I’m not mad at you but I’m mad at myself.” He said, calmly.
“how? why? This was my decision. I chose this part.” I tried persuading him as I got up to his feet.
He shook his head. “no father will ever be happy to see his daughter give up on her dream college all because of him.” He said before walking out and going over to the stairs.
He was right. I’m making him sad and that was the last thing I wanted. I want him to be proud of me. I want him to be happy.
I dug my nails on my palm as I tried to call down my nerves. My eyes were shut close as well.
I want him to be happy and with that I came to a conclusion.
****
“hurry up, Ella. The cabman is waiting for us. Hurry.” My dad called from the dinning table.
I hurriedly came downstairs with my suitcase. “i’m here.” I replied as I made my way to the cab.
The driver collected my suitcase from me and kept it in the booth of his cab.
“oh sweetheart. What made you change your mind? I mean, you stood on your ground saying you wouldn’t leave for England. So what changed?” Dad asked as we stood by the side of the cab’s pa-ssenger seat.
“dad, your happiness matters to me. If you really want me to go for this college then I’m fine with it. But you just have to be calling me everyday. And, please take very good care of yourself.”
He knitted his brows at me. “Are you the father or the kid? Because it feels like I’m the one going far away to college and not you?”
I smiled as I walked into his arms. We stayed that way for God knows how long until the cab driver told me to hurry.
I pulled away from my father. “take care, sweety. And don’t just think about making me happy. think about making yourself happy.” He said
I hug-ged him again. “I love you, dad.”
“i love you too, sweety.” He ki-ssed the top of my head before watching me walked into the cab. “take care.”
“and you too, dad.” TBC.