Chapter 6: Liar
“I didn’t—”
I raised my hand, stopping him from saying more. I didn’t need his explanation anyway. It was enough for me that I caught him lying and he was still insisting on his lies!
If he can’t tell me the truth and keeps lying to my face, then he can do more than that. He could cheat, backstab me, and more.
“Stop explaining. I don’t need that anymore. Just take me home,” I said, opening the backseat door and sitting down. I could feel his occasional glances in his rear mirror but I ignored him, closed my eyes, plugged in my earphones and started listening to music.
I immediately got off as soon as we arrived in front of my parents’ house. I forcefully slammed the door of his car and headed straight to our gate without paying him any attention or even looking back at him. Before he could even fully exit his car, I had already closed the gate and locked it. I went straight to the door and failed to find my parents in the living room.
They usually hung out here when I got home. They must still be at the company, taking care of some business. I threw my backpack on the sofa. I could still hear Luis’s voice pleading with me to talk to him, but I ignored it and just watched TV to get rid of my bad mood.
After a few minutes, Luis’s shouting voice disappeared and I heard the roar of his car. I rolled my eyes at that.
My phone beeped and I saw my mother’s name on my screen. I put the password on my phone and looked at Mommy’s text to me.
Mom:
Are you home? If yes, start cooking, your Daddy and I will eat there, avoid burning anything.
I grimaced at the last part of my mother’s text. I left it on the sofa and went upstairs to my room with my backpack.
I rummaged through my bag and looked for my charger. My hand touched the Dutchmill Proyo that I hadn’t drunk yet. I took it out with the intention of chilling it in the fridge to make it taste better.
I quickly changed into house clothes and cooked rice. I chose to cook on the stove instead of the rice cooker.
I went to the living room and charged my phone near the Television. I also turned off the TV and returned to the kitchen.
I then cooked Chicken Curry for our meal. I am familiar with household chores. I can sweep and mop, but not dust. I know how to fold clothes but not how to wash them. The only thing I wash are my underwear. I can also cook, but not that deliciously, and I know only a few dishes. I also know how to set the table and the easiest thing is watering the plants.
When it was cooked, I tasted it, using a ladle, I put some on the spoon I took and tasted my cooking. I savored it and the taste was just right. I left the spoon I used and went to the living room.
I wasn’t in the mood to read my study cases or advance reading in basic legal ethics.
I fell asleep waiting for my parents. I only woke up when I heard their car outside. I quickly got up and went out to open the gate for them.
Daddy’s car went straight to his parking and Mommy got out first, looking as fresh as ever, followed by Daddy playing with the key in his hand.
I went straight to the kitchen and immediately prepared the plates and cutlery.
We ate directly and as usual, they asked about my studies.
“How’s your day?” Mom asked.
“It’s a bad day,” I answered and took a bite of rice.
Daddy laughed as if he remembered something.
“Did you slap Luis in the parking lot?” Daddy, the biggest gossip in our house.
I sighed and laughed lightly. News travels fast. It just happened earlier, but it already reached my dad.
“Did he do something wrong?” Mom asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t want to talk about him,” I told my parents. My father nodded and then started to chatter with my mother.
After we finished eating, I volunteered to wash the dishes. Once done, I immediately headed to my room and lay down.
I just stared at my scattered books. It was only when I got tired of looking at them that I moved. I got up, tidied them up, and placed them on the bookshelf.
I picked up my cellphone and began to fiddle with it. As soon as I switched on the WiFi, notifications from Messenger, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram started to flood in.
The first thing I opened was my Messenger, and I saw Luis’s name with five unread messages from him.
Luis:
We will talk tomorrow, Yvonne!
As if I would talk to you, you lettuce!
I read his next message.
Luis:
You can’t just slap me like that without a valid reason!
My forehead creased at his second message.
I replied to his message.
Me:
There is a valid reason why I slapped you, you have a thick face. You deserve it, you freak!
Then I read his third message.
Now the students are talking about us, you didn’t even think!
I sighed and messed up my hair. Is this guy crazy? Before he lied to me, did he think first? And I don’t care about those gossiping students.
Angrily, I pressed the reply button.
Me:
I don’t care about your rants, go talk to your worthless self!
When I saw that he was online, I immediately blocked him and unfriended him on Facebook, and on Twitter and Instagram, I unfollowed him and blocked him as well. I’m so annoyed with that guy! How dare he! What a freaking liar! He even has the guts to say that I didn’t think first?
Idiot! He really deserved that slap for being a liar!