CHAPTER 2
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"Aren't you too busy to pick me up?" I asked my sister when I got in her car. I put my bag in the backseat and fastened my seatbelt.
“Why? Don't you want me to pick you up? Are you still embarrassed?” She asked, chuckling, and drove the car away after I settled myself.
Right. She knew I didn't want to be picked up at school. It embarrassed me. It loses my cool.
She was also aware of my request to my father for my own car.
"Are you out of work tonight?" I asked instead of answering her question. Leaning my head on the back of the car, I opened the window in half to get some fresh air.
“Yeah. My shift is over. Hey, close the window. "The AC is on.”
"Then turn it off. I'd like to get some fresh air."
"Seriously." She turns off the AC. "Because Ben became ill, Dad called me to come pick you up."
"See how much of a pain it is?" "You wouldn't have bothered to pick me up if he hadn't gotten me a car."
"Because you're still young, Dad doesn't want to give you a car just yet. And who said I was bothered? I am not. I don't mind because you're my little brother." She giggled.
I took a glimpse at her with my brows snapped together. "I am no longer a child, so stop being clingy. I’m turning 19 soon. I’m allowed to drive now. I can also get a driver’s license. Why doesn't he still grant my request? I even do everything he asks of me." I protested.
She chuckled. "Yes, you're getting older, but you're still my little brother. Just be patient. Perhaps you'll get it when you turn 21."
"Ah!" I let out a sigh of frustration. “That’s nonsense. My friends already have their own cars. I'm the only one who doesn't. The fact that we are the same age. Tch.”
"You'll soon have your own car as well. Simply be patient." She said. I didn’t respond to her.
I am always patiently waiting, but how long will I have to wait? I badly want to have it.
Dad, please!
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@HOME
“Hey, Daddy! Good evening!” Jasmine greeted Dad with a kiss on the cheek when we entered the dining area. She sat down on the chair across from Dad.
"Good evening, sweetheart. Where’s Jake?”
"I'm here." I lazily answered, walking towards him. "Good evening, Dad." I greeted him before I sat down on the chair next to my older sister.
Because Mom abandoned us when Jasmine and I were children, it's just me, my older sister, and Dad who live together. I don't know where she is now because Dad doesn't mention her to us, but I think Mom has another family. I wanted to meet her soon. I wonder what she looks like.
"How's school, Jake?" Dad asked me, placing the glass of water he was holding on the table after she had a drink.
"It's fine, Dad," I answered, forcing myself to smile. I really want to brag about having my own car right now, but I already know what he’s going to say, so I’ll just stay quiet.
“That’s good. Go to my office after you eat. We have something important to talk about. OK? ” He said, then stood up and walked out of the dining area.
Do we have something important to talk about? Could it be... he is going to grant my wish now? Damn!
"Looks like Dad will give you what you want." Jasmine chuckled.
I looked at her. "Do you think that's what we're going to talk about?" I asked Jasmine with enthusiasm.
"Well, I guess," she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think there's any other reason why he wants to talk to you now."
“I’m full. I'm off to his office right now." I stood up right away. Exiting the dining area, I immediately headed to Daddy’s office.
When I arrived in front of his office, I knocked twice before opening the door.
“Dad,” I called him with a broad smile when I entered his office.
His forehead furrowed in confusion at seeing me. Perhaps he was wondering why I was here so quickly.
Closing the door, I walked towards the single sofa in front of his desk. I sat down.
"Are you done eating?" He asked, adjusting his eyeglasses, and closing the laptop in front of him.
“Yes, Dad! I'm already stuffed," I answered with a broad smile.
"Oh, okay."
“Yes, Dad. By the way, Dad, what are we going to talk about?" I asked, pretending to be clueless. Of course, I can't pretend that I already know what we're going to talk about.
Dad took a breath before speaking. “Do you really want to have your own car?”
I knew it! Damn! Is he really going to grant my wish right now? Oh, damn! Please!
“Yes, Dad! I want! Really! Are you going to buy one for me now?” I asked, but he didn’t answer me, instead, he just stared at me as if he was thinking carefully about whether he would buy me or not.
“Please, Dad. I really want to have my own car. Please. Buy one for me. My birthday is so soon. Maybe that's just the gift you gave me.” I pleaded.
Damn! Please, Dad. My subconscious adds.
“Okay. I will buy one for you.” He said, making me smile broadly. My eyes are even smiling in happiness.
Did he just say yes!? For real?
“Damn, really!? Thank you, Dad!” I’m so f*****g happy. "Thank you!"
Finally! I can have it. "Thanks, Dad!"
"But on one condition."
“Sure, Dad. What is it? Tell me. I will do everything you want.” I willingly said.
I’m willing to do anything he wants, just for the sake of having my own car.
"You will graduate soon, and I think it's time for you to grow up." He said, handing me a small black envelope.
What is this?
"What is this, Dad?" I asked in confusion.
"Open it." He said.
I took the envelope in front of me and opened it. Inside, I saw a card. I took it. On the card, there is an address and time written.
What is this?
What am I going to do with this?
"You must go to that place on Saturday," Dad said, seriousness wrapped in the tone of his voice.
Lifting my head, I looked at him, bewildered.
"You must date the person, and get to know the person until the day of your wedding."
I was shocked at what he said. "I’m sorry... what?”
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