A few days has passed since the day I talked to my father in the library. Our bonds are gradually getting closer and I can’t deny the feeling of being secure and love by my own flesh. I never imagine that we are going to be together again after all the mess that I caused.
I should have listened to him earlier.
But then, I am denying the raging teenage hormone that swirling inside me like a raging storm. I can’t even tell if the decision I had made before are bulletproof.
And look at where I am now; inside the meeting room at my father's company.
Walking casually in my business suit, I take a glance to my wristwatch. It is almost 5.30 in the evening and I guess most of the staffs are slowly packing up their stuffs, getting ready to clock off in a few minutes.
Looking through the glass
