MYLEEN's POV

I didn't know I would be sleeping all through out the ride. I guess that's better than sitting beside him with akward silence. I really don't know how should I react about what happened earlier at home. I don't really feel bad about it because it's him, but I think I should. It's my first kiss after all. But it wasn't his fault.. aish >.< I'm seriously going crazy right now.

 " Myleen, we're here." Mark gently nudged me to wake me up.

 " What time is it?" I asked him.

 " It's already 6:30" he answered. Someone knocked from outside the window. It was Dad. We got out of the car.

 " You're going to train him here?" I asked, looking around. It was a parking lot.

 " This is the nearest parking lot from the mountains. We can't bring it up there because it would be too dangerous." Dad answered.

 " So you mean we're going up the mountain by foot?" I asked him, a little worried. They both nodded.

 "Great." I said with sarcasm.

 "A little walk is good for the health my daughter." Dad smiled.

 " It would be a little walk if it's a little mountain. But little mountains don't exist Dad." I muttered, he just chuckled.

  I hope it wouldn't be too bad. It's going to bve an experience, and a bo9ndinbg with my father, right? We started to walkj and after 30 minutes, my feet were already feeling numb.

 "Are we there yet?" I asked.

 " We're not even at the foot of the mountain yet." Mark said, though he also looks tired. BUT DAD, what a stamina Dad. 0.o''

 We were already halfway when Dad decided to take a break.

 " We could rest for a while, but we'll continue after 10" he said. Mark and I literally fell on our butts.

 "Water.." Mark sounded like he was begging while he reached for his water from his bag.

 "AIR!!" I exclaimed and they both laughed at me.

 " It's fun to watch you dying" Dad said nonchalantly. Mark and I looked at each other with shocked faces.

 "Myleen, about earlier I-""Let's go" Dad said cutting him off.

  We continued climbing the mountain and got there at 8:15. There was a house made of bamboo there.

  "We'll be sleeping here for three days. It's actually just good for 2 persons but you two are still young so I think we would fit." he said.

  Mark and I exchanged looks.

  We went inside the house and settled in. It looks cozy and comfortable.

 " Dad, I don't see any bed.." I said reluctantly.

 " We slept on the floor back then with Mark's Dad" he answered.

 "We used blankets of course." he added when he saw me looking on the floor.

 " When will we start training?" Mark asked

 "Now. Let's go out" Dad said, putting his bags down.

 "Should I go too? " I asked.

 " Sure." he answered.

   They went outside using another door. There was a falls there. Dad went straight into the water, Mark stopped for a while but when he saw that Dad wasn't, he went in too. I was shocked when I saw Dad sit on water, but I realized he was sitting on something else when I saw Mark struggling in front of him. He managed to imitate Dad's position but he kept on falling straight into the water. He successfully stayed on one position after a couple of tries.

  I just sat beside the water and watched them. It's boring to watch two persons sitting you know, so I laid down and listened to my phone. I absent-mindedly touched my lips.

  My first kiss. That was supposed to be for my future husband. I haven't been careful enough.I felt heat rise on my cheeks. I tried cooling it down with the cold water. I guess I enjoyed the water too much because I started swimming before I knew it. I played and tried to hold my breath as long as I can. I heard and felt rapid water movements, then my arms were being dragged out of the water...

  "Hey, what are you doing?!" Mark asked me, still holding my right arms

  " I was just playing inside the water." I looked up at him.

 " Your Dad said you don't swim. You were taking too long underwater and got me worried," he said.

 " I do swim, but my Dad doesn't know that. It's not like we're always together for you to believe him just like that" I told him

 "But he's your father" he reasoned out.

 " I was always alone, remember? He was always too busy to know me." I said and went back in the house