Chapter 9
“Is it true?” Her mom asked in a shaking voice.
“Mom...? W-When did you get here?” asked Yaya, trying to keep her balance as she stood up from her chair.
“Some minutes ago, just in time to hear your conversation,”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were returning to Thailand?”
"That’s not what important. I need to know what happened...between you and Nadech. Tell me it’s not what I think it is!”
“Mom...I...um...” She didn’t know how to answer her mom.
“Tell me, please!” said her mom.
“I’m sorry, Mom. But I need to get to Margie’s place. I promise I’ll explain everything to you later,”
“Yaya!”
“Margie seems to have a problem. I need to get there, mom. You have to understand,”
Desperate for answers but she let Yaya go. “Fine,” said her mom, “Just remember, you promised.”
Yaya slightly and unsurely nodded then got in her car.
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“Margie, what is it?” called Yaya as she walked into the café. But she saw no one. It was unusually silent. “Is anyone here?”
“Happy Birthday!” voices shouted. Mark, Marie and Margie jumped in front of her.
“What are you guys doing?” asked Yaya, looking annoyed rather than surprised.
“Throwing you a SURPRISE birthday party, of course! What else does it look like?” said Margie, holding the chocolate-frosted cake with 24 candles lighted up.
“You scared me! I thought you were having some serious problems,” said Yaya.
“We were! That clumsy Mark almost tripped on the cake!” said Margie laughingly.
“Hey, you were the one who pushed me!” Mark reclaimed.
“Oh, shut up!” she punched Mark on the shoulder.
Yaya chuckled. “Will you two ever stop bickering?”
“You know what? We will.” said Margie. “For only today; because it’s your birthday.”
“Thank you for that,” said Yaya laughingly.
“Come on. Blow the candles and become officially 24!” said Margie.
“Don’t forget to make a wish!” Marie reminded her.
“What would I want to wish for?” Yaya said sadly to herself. Her smiley face faded. “I wish I could just forget what I don’t want to remember.”
“Well...you’re not supposed to say your wish out loud but yeah...it’s your day,” said Marie.
“Now blow your candles!” said Margie, holding the cake close to her face.
Yaya stared at the candles’ lights, closed her eyes and blew them. Next thing she felt was the cold creamy frosting all over her face.
“MARGIE!” Yaya screamed out.
“That was my present for you!” she laughed evilly.
“Okay. Thank you.” She wiped some of the frosting from her face and reaching for Margie’s face.
“Mark, help me!”
Laughing uncontrollably, Mark got behind Margie’s behind and grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, keeping her from escaping.
“Hey, it’s not fair!” screamed Margie. “It’s two against one---” Her face was covered with chocolate.
Yaya let out a laugh with satisfaction. “Don’t blame me! You started it!”
“Can’t you guys play later?” said Marie after she managed to stop herself from laughing. “Yaya haven’t seen my present yet,”
“Oh sorry, Marie,” said Yaya.
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Marie gave Yaya her knitted scarf. “Hope you like it!”
“Like it? I love it!” said Yaya, trying on the chain stitch scarf. “Totally love the grey color.”
“Thank you,” said Marie.
“No. Thank you!” She gave Marie the warmest hug. “You’re the sweetest girl!”
“Mark?” Yaya turned to him as she released Marie from her arms. “Do you have anything to give me?”
He smiled then took her hand. “Mine’s special. Must be given at a special place,”
“Hey where are we going?” asked Yaya as being dragged to the car.
“You’ll know when we get there,” answered Mark. He started the engine and drove off, with Marie and Margie staring after by the door.
“Finally, he’s doing something.” said Margie, followed by a chuckle. She knew, even Mark never told her. She could see through his affection to Yaya.
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“Can’t you just tell me already?” Yaya said after 10 minutes of sitting in the car with impatience.
“Patient, lady. It’s a surprise,” Mark assured her while continuing his driving.
“Will you ever run out of surprises?” said Yaya, chuckling.
“Don’t worry. I will not,” said Mark.
“So when will we get to your ‘special place’, sir?”
“Probably another 15 minutes,”
Yaya nodded and stayed silent.
“Should I put some music on–” Mark braked just suddenly, causing them both to rock forth from their chairs, but thanks to the seat belts, they weren't getting any injuries. A car had suddenly stopped 10 feet in front of them.
“What the heck?” Mark shouted angrily. “You’re okay, Yaya?”
“I’m fine,” answered Yaya, trying to calm down.
“Does that idiot know how to drive?” Mark shouted as he got out of the car, storming towards the other car. Yaya removed the seat belts and stepped out. The car window rolled down, showing a face that shocked them.
“I’m sorry for having to do this,” apologized Nadech, stepping out of his car and making his way to Yaya. “I’ve been following you and I’m sorry.”
“Nadech?” said Mark but he was ignored.
“Yaya, I...” said Nadech, “After I left this morning, I remembered that today is your birthday.” Yaya didn’t looked away but straight to his please-forgive-me face. Mark kept his distance and watched them. Nadech continued “So, I found my way to the nearest gift shop and bought you a present–”
He handed a perfectly wrapped box tied with a purple bow to her.
“Mark, get me out here,” she said, still keeping death stare at Nadech. “Now!”
“Yaya, please wait...” but it was too late to grab her hand. She was already inside the car and the door was locked.
“What was all that about?” asked Mark as he started the engine, keeping his eyes on Nadech who was now standing in front of their car.
“Just get me out of here, will you?” Yaya shouted at last.
“But he’s standing–” argued Mark.
“Turn the car around. Get me home, please.” Mark obeyed her without any more questions but his brain was fighting his mind for answers.
Nadech watched as the car drove away. He never thought Yaya would accept his present anyway. There was nothing he could do to make her forgive him because the whole point was she didn’t want to see his face ever again. He wanted to take responsibility over her, he really did. He got back in his car and drove, just drove on without destination.
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“Yaya!” Mark called, stopping her from escaping his questions which finally blurted out from his mouth. “Can you please tell me what is up with you two? Why did he follow you like that?”
“It’s nothing!” She shouted at him, looking strangely angry to Mark.
“If it’s nothing, you wouldn’t be this angry. If it’s nothing, you would have accepted his present and acted normal.”
“I am not angry, okay?” said Yaya, trying to sound calm. “And I didn’t accept his present because I didn’t want to.”
“That was not a convincing answer. What did he do to you, honestly?”
“I’m sorry if it wasn’t convincing enough to you but that’s all I got. You asked for more and my answer is no,” she turned around but he moved quickly to face her again.
“I need to know, Yaya. I want to know what you’re facing, what you are so upset about so I can help you,”
“There’s nothing wrong with me and I don’t need help! Leave me alone, will you?”
“You know I can’t do that,” At that moment, he saw Yaya crying and her miserable tears. Slowly, he reached out his hand and wiped her cheek. “It’s okay. You can tell me. Whatever it is, you can always tell me,”
“It’s... it’s...,” She almost talked then she realized herself. “Why can’t you just get off my back?”
“Because I love you!” Mark blurted out the words but not regretted for revealing his feeling to her. His words kept Yaya in a long silence. “I love you, Yaya. That was what I wanted to say to you. My special gift.”
“What?" Yaya said, sounded almost like a whisper.
"You didn't hear it wrong," Mark clearly said, forcing all the confident to his throat. "I said that I love you,"
Confusion filled her chest. Mark loved her? How was it even possible? She thought.
"I know it's hard to take in..." said Mark. "That your best friend whom you've known since childhood come and tell you that he loves you in such a desparate way... but I can't help it," Yaya pressed her lips together, still couldn't find a word to say. Her eyes met Mark's but she still said nothing. Tear formed in one corner of her eye.
"I understand if you need some time to think it over-"
"Mark," Yaya cut him off. "You're a great guy, like, a really great guy I've ever met. But..." She couldn't continued when she watched him holding his breath and waiting for her answer. She couldn't hurt him because she knew she had to refuse him. She couldn't...
"Look! It's okay. Just take your time," said Mark, who finally exhaled, "I can wait."
"No. I have to tell you now, otherwise...otherwise I'm afraid I will..." Her voice was cracking. Otherwise she was afraid she would hurt him more. The earlier she made it clear, the earlier he could move on, she thought.
"We can't be anything else than friends, Mark." Yaya finally said. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry! I-," said Mark, his voice shaking "I... I know I'm probably not your type but if you could just give me a chance. Maybe we could work it out. You'll probably turn to like me-"
"I like you, Mark," said Yaya, "But always as the way friends do," She looked at him as he looked down at his feet. "I'm just... really sorry," she wrapped her arms around him, consolely hugging him.
"Yeah I... understand," he said in a low voice, almost inaudibly.
"I'll take the taxi home," she said, releasing him.
"I'll drive you until there," said Mark.
"No, no. It's okay," said Yaya. "I think we both need our time. Alone."
Mark slightly nodded.
"Be safe, okay?" said Yaya.
"You too. Careful," said Mark. He stole a glance when Yaya got on a taxi. He swallowed all the pain to his chest and got inside his car. "So this is how it feels like to be rejected." He would have taken Yaya to his set-up place: a table for two with candle lights in the center of the table and roses, red ones. He would have beckoned the hired-waitress and let her served Yaya her most favorite meal.
They would have drunk champagne and talked until it was his time to pick up one rose which hid a ring in it. He would knelt down and asked her to be his girlfriend. It was a very good plan, if there wasn't an intruder. But either way, he knew her answer wouldn't be very different.
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The taxi stopped in front of her house. "Thank you," Yaya said. She handed the driver the money and got out of the car. For a long
moment, she stood and stared at the gate. She wasn't sure if she wanted to enter the house. If she did, she'd have to confront her mother and told her everything. Lying wasn't not a very good idea. She knew her mother would see through everything inside her mind, she always had. But fleeing could be taken as a consideration. Yes? No! Neither way would do any good. She took a long deep breath and pressed her finger to the button, ringing the door bell. There was no way back now. She had to face it. She knew she had to. Not longer that a minute, the gate slid open and her mother stood in front of her. Her expression was plain until she saw Yaya's face. "Yaya!" she said. Yaya didn't reply. Simply she just couldn't find a word to say, yet. "Where's your car?"
"I..." Then Yaya remembered. "I left it Margie's place,"
"Let's get inside," her mom said, without bothering to ask her why.
They walked inside silently.
"Mom?" Yaya started.
"Sit down first then we'll talk," her mom said without looking back at her.
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Kim sat on the floor with her back against the wall, staring at nothing particular. Suddenly, her attention was brought to the door. She rose to her feet and rushed toward the door as it opened, showing two faces she was familiar with.
"Mrs. Everingham," said one of the bodyguard. "We've brought you dinner."
"I don't need it! I want to get out of here!" Kim demanded.
He ignored her and placed the tray on a table.
"Ken," Kim said to the other bodyguard who was standing at the door. "Please,"
Ken looked at her without answer.
"You're the only one who can help me. Please... get me out of here," she continued but Ken looked away from her pleading eyes.
"Drew, let's go," He said to the other bodyguard. After Drew got outside, he pulled the door shut and locked it. He ignored when Kim screamed for him to stop. Kim, again, turned hopeless. She dropped herself to the floor and began to sob. There was no way out. No, no, there was. There was gotta be a way of this hell!
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"It was Nadech," said Yaya's mom. Yaya widened her eyes and looked at her in shock. "He visited again after you left,"
"What, mom?" asked Yaya in urgent. "Did he-" Her mom nodded. "He told me he was sorry and... stuffs."
"So you know," Yaya said though a part of her was angry.
Her mom nodded again sadly. "He offered-"
"I don't want it. I don't want to be near him. I don't want to see him ever again!" said Yaya. She sounded almost like she was yelling, though she wasn't. "Please don't let me do that, mom."
"Oh, honey, I love you," She pressed Yaya's face to her chest, consoling her. "more than anything else in the world. I would rather die than making you do something you don't want to. I understand, honey,"
Yaya couldn't form the word 'thanks' from her throat. She burst out crying and squeezed her mom tight in her arms.
"You've been through a lot," said her mom, embracing Yaya. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry,"
"You're here now. That's what I need," There, she cried in her mother's embrace. This was the only thing she needed right now. She felt so warm that she wished she could stay there forever.
"Cry it out, honey," said her mom. "Tomorrow will be a new day... to start new things," she gently caress Yaya's hair. Her sob went silent but her heart was still crying. Yes, tomorrow would be a NEW day. She would forget everything. She could start a new chapter. But she was not gonna wake up with amnesia, she knew that.
"Happy Birthday, honey," her mom whispered next to her ear.
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Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a creak on the door, making her vision went clear toward it. The door swang open slowly, showing a tall and handsome body of a man. "Ken?" Kim said, in a low voice. Ken, who showed the look of disapproval of his face, had thick circles of robes in one hand and Kim's handbag, which was taken by her adoptive father, in another hand. Standing from the door, he tossed everything in front of where Kim was sitting.
"That's all I can do," said Ken, igorantly. "No one's in the backyard. Figure something out yourself,"
Kim reached her hand in her handbag immediately to find her phone. "Where's my phone?"
"With Mr. Voltemas. I didn't manage to get it without him acknowledging," said Ken, coldly.
Kim pulled up to her feet and smiled bitterly at him. "Thanks, anyway."
Without a reply, Ken shut the door and, as usual, locked it.
Kim didn't have her cell phone. She couldn't contact Nadech - or any of her friends to help her. "I'll figure something out. I will," Then she remembered about her window. She walked up to it and looked through the clear glass. It was dark but not dark enough to block her vision. There was no one in the backyard just like Ken told. If she could climb down - IF she could climb down, she would be free. FREE. She grabbed the robes and uncurved one circle after another. The robes was very long and more importantly, it was thick and strong, enough to hold her body if she tied one end to a strong firm metal. She rushed to her drawer and found her passport and credit card, and she stuffed them in her handbag. She had her plan; now she only had to wait until midnight to start.
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Yaya lied on the left side of her body on the bed. She couldn't sleep. She stared through the window, into the silent and peaceful darkness, thinking about what had happened. Not more about Nadech but her dear friend, Mark. What had happened between her and him was unbelievable. "He's in love with me?" she asked herself. "How have I not ever noticed?" For the whole time, she looked at him as a friend. A friend who would do anything to stay on her side, a friend who would willing to be her bridge if she needed to cross a river, a friend whom she really appreciated to have with her. But things just went wrong. She rejected him. Now she didn't how to face him, to act like nothing had happened, though she really wanted to. Maybe he was now angry at her or so she thought. Was this
the end of their gracious friendship? she questioned herself and found it difficult to answer.
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Nadech woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for reality to come to his vision. It was a dream, just a dream. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to recall it. There was a figure of a girl, standing with her back facing to him and 6 feet away from him. There was no wind but her let-down slight-wavy hair danced as there was a breeze.
"Who's there?" he remembered what he had in there. The girl didn't reply nor turned her face to him.
She stood still as she was frozen.
"Is that you, Kim?" he asked once more.
"If you don't know, then neither do I," the girl spoke. Nadech couldn't recognize the voice. The sentence echoed one after another, putting Nadech in great puzzlement till he finally woke up. He buried his face in his palm. It wasn't the first time he had weird dreams. He could get used to that. He lifted his head up and realized he was in his car. The seat next to him were, undoubtfully, beers.
After he regained his thoughts together, he looked through the car window to see where he was. His car was parked under a big tree. Street lights shone the small street, showing Nadech how completely quiet it was. He searched for another can of beer to drink as he figured that he had to wait until the morning to drive. He took a sip as he stared at the half moon. It shared the similarity to his heart.
They were both just half...
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