Chapter 45 What about your mom?
Arianna's POV
They were whispering indistinctively at themselves. I didn't get to know what they were saying. Fuck! They should mind their business. In anger I hit him on the face with my bag, I felt terrible doing that but the surprise gaze he shown to me like his face would pulp. I know how much he loves that face that he took care of it, not letting a scratch on it.
"Woo! Calm down lioness, I didn't, I dare not or you'd kill me" he panics stepping back away from me. However, my rage just didn't give me a heart to be considerate around him.
"We are right in front of my mom swear it!" I screeched and hitting him with my bag again. What's with me and hitting things recently? I just noticed that and Ravyen always receives the hitting. Poor man, it should be Ivan getting all of that but then, ravyen too deserves it.
"Seriously?" He annoyingly said and I just knew it, he cheated and I didn't want to associate with him. At first, it felt as though he read my mind earlier, I wanted him to say it out, to make it clear that he has another or probably wants to use me to get the other jealous and then she returns sooner than expected. Now I see the reason for the one year contract. I pant exhausted and glowering at him as he keeps touching his face, like I care. I folded my arms sadly and grumpily staring at my mother. Maybe I overreacted, but then maybe I didn't. It's so unfair to play with someone's heart. I couldn't believe I was focusing on his personal life especially affair. I was his for the moment, he shouldn't cheat, not when I am falling in love.
His act just reminded me that it was a contract marriage. I felt his presence again, right beside me but I didn't want to look at him because I find him despicable. Maybe he cheated on that woman in the portrait. Perhaps that must be the reason she left him or died.
"I'm not cheating on you Aria, you're my world, at least for now, I swear it right in front of your mother" he muttered and the way he reacted was though he was jinxed by his own words. I quickly travelled my eyes to where he was, his face serious and he rolled his eyes to look at mine. His words found a way to settle down in my heart and I was pleased by that. My heart flusters, my head constantly repeating those lines. I just had to scrap out the part that he mentioned 'at least for now'
Everything faded away and he was all that was before me. My world too. We intensively stared at each other and my cheeks flushed red. He noticed it judging from the way he grinned at me.
"So mother, I hope you accept me and show her a sign she's forgiven, I just don't want a cry baby around me!" He petitioned and my bright face let out a frown which was replaced by a chuckle.
"Mom, or mother, anyone you like just pick, we all make mistakes, even though some are grave, but she's your daughter after all, wouldn't you give her a chance to make up for the mistake?" He seems depressed staring at the grave and I desired to ask about his life, his parents, if perhaps he had any siblings. His voice and words were soothing my heart and he became my world. I was only looking at him, no one else.
"Don't get worked up mother, I will take care of her" he assured locking arms with me and letting out a smile. I lean my head on his shoulders, thanking the heavens I came across such a man. He made my day and I felt so at peace, trying to reconcile with her in my heart. I sniffed and nodded with a glimpse of hope. He was lovable and just who I needed at this moment. His consoling words were impactful and helpful in a way.
We stayed by the grave side for some while, joking and praying mom approves our plan for the big day. After spending time there, we moved to a canteen close by to get some snacks and ice cream. We sat beside each other, our eyes exploring the quiet scenery before us and waiting for our order.
He questioned me why I liked such places and I only explained that it feels lively and one gets to understand the world of the local, feel the food and enjoy some lousy noise. I didn't mention the fact that it was an habit I learnt from Ivan. During our college years, he always brings me to places like this. Somewhere his money could reach. My first, I was sick like ravyen and I threw up badly. However, I adapted quickly just to win him over. Thinking about that made really stupid because he used me.
Our order arrived right in time. We were served some cannolis, panini fries, porchetta, arancini and taralli. It was topped up with ice-cream. My flavor was nutella and he just sticked with Oreos flavor. I wanted him to try some local snacks. Something new, not his classic porch food. He glanced at the snacks disdainfully and I beckoned on him to have a bit. He acted like all those rich kids who wants to show off or learn new things.
First, he tried some arancini which was a fried rice-based cones, rolled into a ball, stuffed, breaded, and gently fried. I love narrating how the snacks came about and he didn't seem interested in discovering it's existence. He took a bite, suddenly paused as he didn't chew it. I wondered if he doesn't like it. He then began to chew it as he widened his eyes and then exclaimed;
"Oh my, this is awesome, waiter!" He called but no one responded to him. I felt embarrassed as I had to whisper that he has to place his order and get it himself. The person who handed over our was just trying to help.
He chewed again and then gulp. "Is that how it works here?" He asked and I groaned. That was just what I explained. He don't expect me to repeat it again. I knew he'd like it. It was left for him to bury his pride and ask for more.
"Shit! I hate this place..." He paused and flap the arancini at my face. I scoop the ice-cream and lick like he didn't matter. He likes his stuffs served on a platter of gold. It doesn't work here. He hadn't even tried the rest, he'd feel like heaven with them.
"But for the sake of this, i'd go through the breathtaking process" he proclaims like a brave king about start a journey he knew little of. I smiled at him, feeling shy as he stood up to get more again for us, different snacks, served with more ice-cream. I giggled at how he ate childishly. He loved it and he didn't hide that fact.
While he ate, something interesting came in mine. "Tell me, what about your mom?" I added firmly holding on to him.