âFine, one month. After that return home and do not bother me ever in my life.â I immediately cut the call and sigh.
"Are you serious Teresa?! Did you just give him another chance?" I hit my head with the phone in my hand.
Few minutes after I end the call, he is here at my door. âWhat?â I frown.
He smiles at me and simply enters the house. âOii, what the hell? Who said you could enter?â I shout at him, following him inside. He turns deaf to my words and sits on the sofa triumphantly. I glare at him, my hands on my hips.
âSo...â He gives his 1000 watt smile. I almost smile back at him but no! I shout mentally. Youâre angry Teresa, just keep that up! Donât let his smile get you. Look somewhere else! I mentally scold myself.
âWhat do you want?â I ask curtly looking everywhere, everything except him but then I peek at his face slowly. God! I donât even have control over my eyes! I roll my eyes at myself.
âYou.â He smiles sheepishly and my heart skips a beat. A small smile forms on my face, I face palm myself to hide my smile. Damn him! I immediately replace the smile on my face with a scowl. He grins. What do I do with him? Did I make a mistake? Yes, Yes you did. My subconscious laughs pointing at me. I shouldnât have agreed for chance. I shake my head.
âGet out!â I glare at him.
âWe need to talk, Teresa. So I have a month, do I? âHe smiles again patting the seat beside him.
I roll my eyes. Well youâve brought this upon yourself! I scold mentally and sit down, not near him but on the other sofa. Okay, I need to get things clear with him.
âYes, a month, before I leave for Italy.â Yes my Italy project that I need to head. No, not him, only me! On the very day we fought for the last time at his lawyerâs office, later in the evening dad, I mean his dad called us. Yes, to scold us, we were staking a big project because of our personal fights. Of course I wanted to withdraw from this project but astonishingly he backed out letting me deal with this all by myself. Shocking isnât it? Ryouma Carlton gave up his dream project, his work, his dear dream work, without a fight! I still donât know what is he planning? I narrow my eyes at him and continue. âBut after a month, I want you to promise me to leave me alone, return home and never bother me again!â I glare at him. âCool.â He smiles. âAnd do not use any such methods, your âmethodsâ and get me angry because it wonât even take a second for me to take back your so called chance. You showed me your anger trust me, you wonât want to see mine either.â He nods. âDonât just nod; I want a promise here, after. a . month. you. wonât. bother. me. again!â He nods again. I glare at him. âFine! Promise.â He raises his hands in surrender.
âGood! Now get out!â I stand up and point at the door.
âCoffee date!â He mutters. âWhat?â I narrow my eyes at him. âI want you to go on a coffee date with me. Today. Now.â He smiles. Iâm suddenly reminded of the time he stalked me, outside my house, âListen, if you donât leave then Iâm calling the cops, Leave!â and his words and his smirk, âMake me.â
âMake me.â I managed to copy him exactly, even his smirk.
âHuh?â
âExactly what I said, Mr. ex-husband.â I smirked.
âYouâre playing unfair, you agreed to give me a chance.â
âI donât understand whatâs unfair here? I sure agreed but I never said Iâll cooperate, did I? Mr. ex-husband.â I smiled emphasizing the word EX.
He gapes at me and blinks. âI guess our talk is over, now get the hell out of my house.â I hissed. âAnd if you want to go on a coffee date with me, thatâs your problem, not mine. You have a whole month do whatever you want and Iâll do what I want. And if you still want to go on a date with me, make me!â I drag him out of the house and wave him bye before closing the door on his shocked face. âThat was good.â I smile to myself victoriously.
***
âTeresa, thereâs a delivery for you.â Dad shouts from downstairs.
âComing!â I shout as I go downstairs.
âMam, here.â The flower girl hands me the white rose bouquet and a small wrapped box . âThank you.â I smile at her and sign the paper. I keep the flowers at the table and open the wrapped box. Itâs a small but cute mug. I blink twice.
âTeresa!â dad calls out again.
I receive the flowers and look at the note âif you donât like coffee, theyâve got ice-creams and cake too. ;)â âThat jerk!â I mutter crushing the note and throw it on the dustbin.
âTeresa...â
âIâm here dad!â I walk raising my hand and receive another flower.
âThatâs quite a number of flower now, isnât it?â Dad asks raising his brows.
âJust a psychopath dad, a psychopath.â I shake my head and enter my room placing the flower on my bed. Dad hasnât seen the amount of flowers Iâve received today since he was out the whole day. I donât even have any space left for anything anymore, Roses (white, yellow, pink, red, orange..etc.) Jasmine, orchids and flowers that I donât even know the names of, my whole room has become a flower garden. âArgh!â I ruffle my hair with frustration. âIâve had enough!â I take my phone. âMr. over obsessive psychopath/ ex-husband, do you even realize youâve turned my room into a flower garden? Donât you have any work to do? Is your company going well? I doubt.â I yell at him.
âHey beautiful, flower garden.... nice. Make more space, more is to come. And donât worry about my company, itâs flourishing day and night. And Iâm at the office right now.â He replies to my every question.
âOh... you are working, of course.â Seriously did I really think he can live a day without his work? I roll my eyes. âListen, I donât have any space for your stupidity anymore. Cancel them, the flowers!â
âCoffee it is then?â I hear him smile.
âNO.â
âThen, Iâll turn your house into a garden.â I sense him grin.
âStop it! Dad will get suspicious. I donât want to upset him because of you, youâve done enough damage, I donât want his health to deteriorate again!â I yell at him.
âThen coffee?â
Damn him! âFine, Iâll go on a coffee date with you, happy?â I shout.
âYou have no idea.â He laughs.
*******
âFinally!â He waves at me as I enter the cafe. â You look beautiful as always.â He grins.
I smile at him. âTell me something I donât know.â I stick my tongue out.
He blinks. Heâs shocked by my reply, well this is nothing to what Iâm about to do. I smirk.
âSo here I am, Coffee!â I mutter.
âTake a seat first.â He signs. I sigh and sit down. âFinally youâre here. I missed you.â He winks.
âCo-ff-ee.â I mouth.
âI--â He tries to speak.
âCoffee!â I smile at him.
âGod Teresa, it takes time.â He glares at me.
âGo bring it.â I smile again.
He frowns.
âI want my coffee please.â I grin.
âFine, Iâll bring it.â² He sighs but smiles back at me and goes to the counter.
After a minute, heâs back with two coffees on his hands.
âHere, happy? Now....â
âDrink.â I say curtly.
He glares at me, his eyes burning with anger. I glare back, you think you can get angry? NO!
âTeresa-â
âIâm done here, bye.â I stand up to leave.
âOkay now, youâre going overboard.â
âMe?â I glare at him.
âYouâre just here, and leaving already? and whatâs wrong with you, a minute ago you were smiling at me and now... â
âOh, youâre shocked? Donât be. You do that to me every time, smiling a minute ago and angry young man in the next. I was just returning the favor.â I smiled at him sarcastically.
âOh, so itâs about that.â He mutters.
âYes, yes it is. I wanted you to know how and what exactly one feels. And I never said Iâll have coffee with you. I agreed to come here, Iâm here, now bye. Enjoy your coffee.â I turn around to leave but he grabs my hand. I glare at him, he leaves me immediately and raise his hands in surrender. âFine, donât get angry.â He sighs. âAngry? trust me, Iâm not even close to it.â I narrow my eyes.
âOkay, letâs not create a scene here.â He glares at me. âEven I donât want to, let me go, this ends here.â I shrug.
âTeresa, please I know youâre upset but...â His phone rings. He cuts the call. âSorry... As I was saying....â rings again. He mutters a curse under his breath. âGo ahead, pick it up.â I sigh. âWhat?â He snaps picking up the call. â....handle it then...damn!....Now?â He glances at me.
âWork... Go.â I look away from him.
âIâm not coming, handle it yourself... then they can just go to hell.â He cuts the call and looks at me. I widen my eyes and blink. âthat was important.â Itâs not a question, I know it was. I could find out by his voice. âYouâre more important.â He mutters blushing a little. Did the sun rise from west? Did the whole north pole melt? He abandoned his work for me? and whatâs more? heâs even blushing? Oh my! the cafeâs spinning and I hold the table to prevent my self from falling.
âYou okay?â He gets up and holds me worriedly.
âJust fine.â I say softly.
He drops me home after few hours? I donât even know how much time passed? what we talked? nothing! Still not out of the shock. I slap myself. His phone rings again. âShit!â I hear him mutter.
âI guess youâre in trouble?â I shook my head feeling guilty.
âNothing, I canât handle.â There goes his arrogant mouth reminding me of first few months of our married life. Some things never change. I smile.
âBye then.â I get off the car.
âListen, tomorrow a proper date?â He asks with hope.
âMake me.â I wink and stick my tongue out.
âSure.â He smirks.
******
The next morning
âAh! I had such a good night sleep.â I hug myself, smiling like an idiot.
âTeresa! Thereâs another flower.â Dad calls out.
âhuh? That idiot and just yesterday I told him to leave me alone for a day.â I sigh and go downstairs.
Itâs a flower boy this time who greets me with a smile and hands me the flower. I smile back at him and receive the flower. I look at the note âYour secret admirer.â
I place the flower beside my bed and caress it lovingly but I need to scold him, he broke his promise.
âWhat is it secret admirer? breaking your promise?â I scold him.
âWhatâs with this secret admirer? Iâm your obvious admirer.â I hear him smile. âAnd my lady, Iâm a man of his words. Which promise did I break? Enlighten me, please.â
âThe flowers.â
âOh, youâre missing them? I thought you said not today. Should I send them?â He sense him grin.
âItâs not you?â I blink and look at the flowers.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks in a serious tone.
âOh nothing.â damn I canât let him know of this, he gets jealous too easily, I don't want another touble adding up. âHowâs work, did you get in trouble?â I switch the topic.
âWho do you think I am?â He laughs. Thank god!
âOkay, bye.â I cut the call and glare at the flowers. âWho the hell is this secret admirer?"