My Very Best Mistake

Chapter 5

Ammaline Pearson: 

I left the villa feeling so miserable, hopeless and mixed with other emotions that I can't really describe. I didn't have enough energy to drive home so I ended up stopping in a small mart on the way back home. After spending my short break in the mart, I finally drove home feeling so empty and I can't think of anything. "I'm just going to get married or if I'm lucky enough I won't get married, but why do I feel so sad?" I talked to myself before getting out of the car. I shook my head and said "Stupid Am, things will be alright stop thinking."

I felt a little bit better when I arrived home. Walking into my house, Olivia is the first thing I saw. She seemed so happy to see me.

"You're home. I made some spaghetti. Do you want some?" Olivia said.

"So you cooked dinner today? Hmmm! Gimme some." I replied. 

I walked to the table put my bag next to a chair that I'm going to sit on. Olivia prepared the dinner and served it on the table. I took out a bottle of red wine from my bag that I bought when I was in the mart. I pulled the red wine into the wine glass. 

While we were eating our food, Olivia asked "Am, do you know that everything about you today is so weird?".

I raised my eyebrow in a curious way. "What?"

"You're weird." she said.

"You want some wine?" I held the wine bottle up.

"You want me to drink too?"

"It's your choice, if you wanna drink I'll pull you some."

"Fine. I'll drink with you." she held her wine glass for me to pull her some wine.

"You sound like I beg you to drink with me." I smirked. 

"What's your problem?" she asked.

"Don't ask me!" I said coldly.

"Just tell me what happened already." she glared at me.

"Told you not to ask." I stared at her.

"If you have any problem, you can tell me. I can help you solve it." she tried to convince me to tell her once again.

"I don't have any problem and if I really have one, you still can't help me." I said with a serious tone.

"What is it? Is it that serious?" she looked at me curiously.

"I'll tell you when the right time comes." 

"Okay! Whatever it is!" she rolled her eyes.

The room suddenly went silent and the only sound that was heard is the sound of me sighing. We sat there and drink our wine without realizing that we almost finish a bottle. 

"Am, you better stop drinking after this bottle." Olivia suggested.

"O, I'm sad" 

"I know. Drinking won't help you feeling better. It's a waste of this wine. Red wine is supposed to be drunk on a romantic date. Now, look you finished almost a bottle alone." Olivia stated about her red wine theory which made me feel so done with her. 

"Romantic?" I laughed hard. "Do you really believe in love?"

"You're really weird today. I actually believe in love, but our loves in reality is just way different from love in dramas."

"Duhhh! Shut up." 

"You just asked me a question and when I answered it, you tell me to shut up?" Olivia said in an unbelievable voice. "You're drunk, Am." she added.

"No, I'm not." I protested. "You should go to bed now."

"You should too. lol" she chuckled. "I'll clean the table. Go to your bedroom now!"

"I'll go to bed when I finish my drinks." 

"It's all gone. You drank it all already." 

"Whatever! Give me my bag. I'll go enjoy my drinking time in my bedroom." 

Olivia picked my tote bag up about to pass it to me, but then she realized that there were 3 bottles of Soju in my bag.

"Seriously? Ammaline, you even bought these? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she looked at me seriously. 

I knew that she was waiting for my answer to her 'What happened' question, but I don't want to tell her now so I replied "Told you I'm sad. Don't ask me why! I'll tell you later.".

"Is it that serious?" she asked.

"It's something connected to life and death." I said this so she wouldn't ask me again. 

"Ok! Drink as much as you want then. Just give me the hospital's number so that I can call to ask for a day off for you." 

"What!? You think I can't work because I'm drunk?" I lowkey felt angry.

Olivia nodded.

"I'll make sure to make you some breakfast before leaving for work." I said angrily then grabbed my tote bag and walked to my room.

I pulled some Soju into my wine glass and I drank it. I realized that Soju doesn't taste good in wine glass so I went out and changed my wine glass into shot glass. I sat on my office chair and faced the window next to a study desk which I put my drinks on it. I looked at the night view through the window. I felt tears in my eyes. Although, I wanted to cry so freaking bad, but those tears won't come down easily. If only those tears fall down, I wouldn't pity myself at all. Even though, I want to cry, I can't cry. Sometimes I hate myself for being like that. I lost track of time while drinking and didn't know that it's almost 6 in the morning. I lost in my deep thought for so many times and didn't get to sleep.