We reached my house and the car stopped in front of the main door.

“I’ll be going now.” I said looking at my bandaged arm. “Thanks… um… for everything.”

Doojoon didn’t seem to care about what I just said. Maybe he’s still mad. I struggled to open the car’s door when suddenly someone opened it from outside. I looked at him.

“Thanks.” I thanked him for the same thing twice now. I shouldn’t really rely on others.

He followed me inside. “You don’t have to me you know.” I said.

“Who said, I’m escorting you?” He said in a sarcastic tone.

I glared at him. Now, I regret thanking him.

He took a seat on the living room’s sofa.

“Hey, who do you think you are?” I glared at him.

“Your fiancée.” He said casually.

I grunted. “Dude, you don’t live here. Stop acting like you do.”

“Who said, I’m not living here?”

“I do. Now, go back to your house. Wherever it is.” I said, throwing his bag at him. He grabbed the bag and walk towards me.

“Well, that’s not what your parents told me.” He said. I looked at him, furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

He smiled playfully. “Why don’t you show me where my room is, so I can rest from facing you all day.” He said, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I shook it away and turned around, facing him.

“Don’t tell me you’re living in this house.”

“I’m about to.” He smirked.

Argh… I can’t believe this. I looked at him, then at the floor. “Whatever.” I said, before leaving him.

From afar I heard him cried, “Fine, I’ll just ask the maids.” And he sighed.

What is my freaking parents thinking? I can put up marrying him. I can put up going to school with him. But, I can’t ever stand living under the same two-billion dollar roof with him.

……………….

Ring, ring, ring

“Mom, hey. I...” I heard noises from the background. “Hey, honey. It’s rare of you calling me. Now, what do you want?”

“It’s about Doojoon.” I heard laughter. “Who?” My mom asked. “My… um… f… fiancée.” I stumbled on my words. Seems like I haven’t got used to calling him fiancée yet.

I heard laughter at the back again. “Ah… that boy. He’s rich isn’t he?” Hmm… thought so. It’s all because of money.

“Never mind. Just calling to say I miss you.”

“Well… okay… miss you too. Goodnight honey.” She said and hung up.

“Bye…” I said, staring at my phone.

I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss our moment together. I miss my moms’ smiley face, greeting me from school. How she wrinkled when she saw me crying. How she laughed seeing my powdered face when baking with her.

And when I got my first top student spot, my dad smiled at me like he had never smiled before, and went bragging to his colleagues. And when I received my first love letter, he went berserk about it. And when he did find the boy and scolded him, I hugged him because I know why he did that.

I love you mom. I love you dad. But I miss you guys even more.

Then, only I realized I was actually crying. And I also realized how long I hadn’t spent time with them. 7 years was a long time. And all the memory I had about us, had slowly disappeared. Swallowed by time. I couldn’t able to picture them perfectly. All I had was their smiles and hair. I couldn't imagined their eyes. Their sweet loving brown eyes.

Before, we were happy. Before, I was happy. Before, I was the happiest girl lived. Since dad got his promotion, everything went wrong. He started getting busy. Going overseas, crossing borders. First, he went for for two days, then two weeks and then a month. First, he missed our dinner, then my birthday and who knows, my wedding.

I miss the time when we were together, happy like old time. Sometimes, I feel like wishing for us to be less richer than this, so he'll be less busy. I know this is a selfish wish, but is their happiness worth mine?

I let my tears flowed down and thought for awhile, when suddenly I heard a loud thunder and everything went dark.

Uh-oh.