Chapter 27 MY HUSBAND IS HERE
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DING… DONG… DING… DONG…
I don't pay attention to the door after all there are many people who could look out, I start putting the candles one by one, a total of 11 candles. Then, I start lighting it up.
All done, holding the cake I walk towards the living room with a huge smile on my face and as I step into the living room I start singing loudly.
"Happy Birthday To You,
Happy Birthday To You,
Happy Birthday, Dear Cyril,
Happy Birthday To You."
I look up and my smile freezes and so do my limbs. There is an increment of one person, that is my husband, Andrew.
"Andrew…" I gasp and my mother quickly takes the cake from my hand. "Your husband is here, Tess, you should accompany him now."
Saying this, my mother pushes my numb body towards Andrew and now I am standing beside him. I could feel the warmth of his body coming out from his luxurious suit, as usual, he looks dapper in that navy blue dress, neatly shaved face and his hair smooth.
I glance at him from the corner of my eyes, and pinch myself, "Is he really here?"
"Are you okay?" A voice startles me and I realize that Andrew is in real standing beside me, I look up at him, his deep eyes look straight into mine and we hold the gaze of each other, he nudges me after a while, indicating that the cake has already cut and I quickly clap my hands embarrassedly.
"Sis.." Cyril calls for me and feeds me the cake, he then calls for Andrew, and there my breath hitches, but thankfully Andrew happily obeys him and he feeds him the cake too. The smile on Andrew's face is as bright as the morning sun.
He always stays happy and comfortable around Cyril, I rarely see his cold face around Cyril.
"Here…" Andrew takes out a box from his suit pocket and hands it to Cyril. "Sis has already given me the birthday gift." Cyril tells him and did not take the box as Andrew smiles and then shakes his head, he explains, "That was from your sister, not from me. This is from me, take it."
He again stretches the box towards him and this time Cyril takes it, curiously he opens it and then gasps in shock. It's a gold Rolex watch, Cyril's smile widens in excitement and my parent looks quite happy seeing a radiant smile on Cyril's face.
Perhaps, my father can never afford to buy that luxurious watch, I sigh deeply. Andrew takes out the watch and puts it on Cyril's wrist, Cyril is a weak kid and his wrist is too thin the watch never stays in place it keeps moving loosely.
"Buddy, you need to make some health in order to fit this watch over your wrist." Andrew jokes and we all laugh together, the atmosphere around us getting light.
My mother sends Cyril back to his room as she starts to set the table, I start helping her too while Miss Celine, Andrew, and my father stay in the living room chatting or passing silent glances to each other, I don't know.
And I really don't want to know, I am surprised and happy that Andrew is here but I am nervous too, it's been a long time since I have seen him last time and he also didn't inform me of his arrival neither calls me ever, except one day.
Should I be furious with him? Or should I feel grateful that at least he is back now?
"Tess, where are you lost, dear?" My mother asks and I look at her in a daze, not knowing how to respond.
"Uhmm… Nowhere…"
"Come, we are short of chairs, I think we need to pull these two." My mother says and I feel like dying from embarrassment, no, I am not going to pull the chairs from the kitchen, but do I have any choice? No…
Sighing in frustration, I start dragging a chair behind my mom to the living room, yes we are a small family and we don't have a big dining table at all. My father quickly comes in to help my mom, a good caring couple.
I know no one is going to help me as I keep dragging the chair with my eyes lowered, and suddenly I feel the warmth on my arm, "I'll take it."
I look up stunned, and Andrew passes me a sweet smile that starts the butterflies in my stomach to flutter.
Before I know it, Andrew has already placed the chair neatly close to the table. Everyone takes their place and we begin to eat. My mother forced me to serve the dinner to Andrew, I did it obediently and every time I look at him he pass me a sweet smile.
Like what the hell, what is wrong with him why is he smiling so much?
He is making me nervous with his smile, I keep stealing glances at his face, I really can't believe he is here with me at my parent's house.
"Is there something on my face?" Andrew asks, concerned when he catches me staring at him for like the hundredth time.
"Oh… Uhmm… Nothing…" I shrug, flush with embarrassment as I look down and focus on my dinner but I am not even hungry now, his sudden arrival has killed my appetite to eat.
My mother chats a little bit with Andrew about his work, and Ann, I feel amused by the way he chats with mom so calmly, he is really proving to be an ideal son-in-law, maybe now my mother will stop worrying about me.
I sigh and picks the glass of my wine, I had drank wine only once and my parent didn't know about it, because I was a minor so I wasn't allowed to touch it but still one day in curiosity I had a drink with my friends and I would have finished the whole bottle and win the bet but that MF Aiden broke my bottle and I lose.
Remembering that time, I twitch and a layer of hatred covers my heart for Aiden.
Stop thinking about Aiden and focus on Andrew, I snap and then gulp down the whole glass, thankfully no one notices when I pour the second glass for me.
As the dinner finished, I had three glasses of wine. I am not tipsy, I feel fine, or maybe a little tipsy I can't tell. But I feel good now, I don't feel the panic and nervousness in my heart anymore I start to feel calm.
Bidding goodbye to my parents, I climb up to Cyril's room and bid him bye too. He was still playing with his watch and unfortunately it couldn't fit on his wrist. I leave his room giggling and my husband looks at me astonished as I immediately sober up.
We walk to the car, Ron was already standing with the door opened, and Andrew hold my waist as we walk to the car. I wonder why I look at him bemused but his gaze was firm straight on the car.
We sit inside and then there is the whole silence. I look at Andrew and as expected the cold face man has reappeared.
"Why didn't you tell me you're coming back?" I ask Andrew and then straighten my shoulder waiting for his reply.
"Did you tell me about Cyril's birthday?" He asks back coldly and I feel irritated by his indifferent behavior towards me. Just now in front of my parents, he was so good and caring and now so indifferent and cold.
Huh…
"You never called me, so how am I supposed to tell you?" I complain as I wrap my hands around my chest showing him my anger.
"Same goes for you." He says in a cold tone and for a moment it makes sense to me, and I ask him stupidly, "Were you waiting for my call?" I look at him with a raised brow, not believing that he would be waiting for my call.
No, why would he? He doesn't like me at all.
"No… But I wouldn't mind receiving your call." He says in his same cold voice and I don't know why but I feel happy and angry, both at the same time from his words.
"Were you waiting for me to call you?" Andrew asks after a while, and immediately my shoulder drops. I look at my reflection in the window and bite my lips, I want to tell him yes I was desperately waiting for him to call but…
He just disappoints me when I ask him the same question, so why would I tell him the truth and make him feel superior to me, No.
"No, But I wouldn't mind receiving your call." I copy his phrases and mimic him.
He chuckles at my attempt and I am again flushed with embarrassment, I am definitely tipsy now, I pout unhappily and start fuming in anger like a kid without realizing it until Andrew reminds me, "You're acting like a kid, now."
I feel so angry at his words, I stomp my feet and turn away my face from him as his chuckles continue beside me.
