My reckless lover

chapter 3

I find myself watching drag racing tips from the internet beside my yaya on the kitchen who's cooking. "Missy, Why don't you study about cars? I know you're at it." my yaya said as she peek on what I'm watching.

"easier said than done, yay. it's just... of course I want to, but you know I can't right? My dad will be so disappointed." fear of disappointing someone is what's killing me.

to my surprise she wrapped her arms on my shoulder. "they're already disappointed the moment they knew they can't mold you into their puppet, Clarissa..." for a second she paused and I know she's right. they're already disappointed because I don't give in into their wishes. "Do what you love, and everything will follow." she kiss my cheeks as her last words came out from her mouth.

For the first time in a while I felt someone cares for me so deeply. my tears on its edge to burst.

"yay, you wanna go ride with me? let's eat dinner at the city." I extend my hand and she held it.

"but I'm still not done working..." she looks around and I can still see some mess that my dad made with his associates last night from their meeting. "I'll help you clean, then we go?" I made a deal with her, that instant brought a smile to her face.

we started cleaning the kitchen and everything is done in just under 30 minutes. We're both exhausted.

"are you ready, yay?" I asked her as I led her to my car.

"You're a crazy-ass driver, Missy. But please be a little more considerate today. I'm trying to live to see you walk down the aisle." she nervously said as I lock her seatbelt. She struggles seating too as my car is too low. "Why don't you make your roof be a little higher?" she innocently ask. For the age of 60, I can't blame her.

"yay, I'll be careful... or not" I winked at her. "my roof is low for a reason" I started the engine and drive off from the parking space of my dad's house in speed.

we reached the guard house and the guards are too late to lift the boom barrier as I step on my pedal going under the barrier which lead my yayay to shout. my low roof just fit perfectly under the barrier , I already calculated it before trying it to avoid damage.

"Dear lord, what have I got myself into? slowdown, Clarissa!!" she made a cross sign like she's going to die today. "yay, I'll slow down now, okay? you can relax." I put my hand on top of her to calm her. Somehow, I regretted going to that speed as I saw how nervous she is.

"You need to be careful, Clarissa. You only live once, don't abuse it." she tilt her head still trying to recover. "yay, We live everyday and we only die once." I said rephrasing what she just told me. I'm right though, we live everyday, but we're too focus about our own safety, and choosing to stay in our comfort zone, and miss out the best of what life can offer.

That's the problem with some people, they try to protect themselves from any hazardous game of life only to end up dying in their own sleep. What a loser. well, I am a loser too. I just try to gaslight myself that I'm a better loser than everyone else.

"yay, why did you not bring a child in this world?" I turn my head on her direction and she's looking out on the window. Considering she's been there for me since I was born, and if we are to calculate that. She's been with me for 28 years!

I caught something in the corner of her eyes; it's sadness.

"You wanna know a secret, Missy?" she try to make her voice cool, but I know she's sad, I don't know the reason why though.

I slowed down to listen to her. "I've given birth when I was 28 years old, Missy." Right after she said that I stepped on the brake causing us to almost shove our face at the front.

she don't seem shock to my reaction though.

"what? why don't I know about this?" my eyes still wide. "guess, I just never want to discuss it." she sadly smile. she motion me to continue to drive.

"we were inlove, oh, he's my everything..." I saw how her eyes shine so bright. "but he's too high, and I'm at the lowest of life. He's rich and I'm poor, typical love story you know... " my heart breaks for her.

" His parents are too powerful, forcing us to be separated from each other. We tried our best to still see each other secretly, until I got pregnant, it's not too long for his parents to know. " I saw a drop of tear from her eye.

" I thought they're going to let me keep the baby, and tell me to leave their son alone, but I was all wrong. They took my son away from me after I gave birth to him, not having the chance to hold him in my arms... I did everything I could to contact him again, but they're gone." I offered her a tissue from my compartment, which she gladly accept. My hate goes all the way to her lover and his family. He's f*****g stupid and can't even stand for himself, and his family!

"yay, I'm sorry that happened to you. You're a great mother to me, and I'm sure your son would love to meet you someday." I comforted her.

hell, why didn't I notice that there's a missing piece in her life, when all she do is being the piece that completes the missing puzzle in my life. She has always been so selfless.

all throughout the ride we've been silent, I always caught her looking outside the window. I didn't dare to break the silence.

We've arrived at our destination. It's a restaurant close to where I always go whenever I'm bored or tired. It's an expensive restaurant that serves the best food and cafe The prices are not the best though, but all the best for my beloved yayay.

I assisted her as she complains about the way my car is designed. I swear she's the only person who doesn't like my car, because everyone envies it.

"Why'd you bring me here? It looks so expensive here." She, again, complained.

"Yayay, keep quiet. This place is like a library, but make it a restaurant." I whispered to her, and I laugh at her face when she fell for my joke.

" Sometimes you're an i***t, Clarissa! " She pinched my waist as she realize I'm just playing with her.

I led her to the receptionist.

"Good afternoon, Reservation for Clarissa Clarkson. " i respectfully said to the lady behind the desk, she looks sour. No enthusiasm, or whatever. Maybe that's how blond people looks, but I have a few blond friends who's always so happy, for the record; Francine.

" follow us." No greetings, I bet she's new here, but I'll just let her tone slip away. we followed her, but soon she stop when she saw my yayay.

" Unfortunately, we have a dress code here." She eyes her from head to toe. She's rude, she makes my blood boil. I wanna choke her with her clothes and pin her to the desk and make her apologize to my yayay who now looks embarrassed.

We caught the attention of many. "In which part did she violate your stupid dress code s**t here?" I look at what my yayay is wearing, just like me she's wearing a jeans paired with a black sweater while I'm wearing a white shirt with a boots on.

"Her shoes" she spat out. I look at my yayay shoes and I saw the shoes that I gave her when I was 20, it looks old, but it's not that bad, but it got a lot of dirt on it "Let's go eat to another place, Missy." My yayay whispered.

"No, yay. We're gonna eat here, wait for me here." I went to go back to my car to get an extra boots for her.

The lady is still eyeing on my yayay who's now seating at the chair. "Yay, I'll take off your shoes, okay? I'll replace it with my boots if that'll make this b***h a little better." I smirked as I heard the girl cough. "I can do it." She objected. "Sit back, and relax." I assured her.

"What's happening here?" Mike the owner of the restaurant who happened to be my friend came in with a friend, wow he looks good. "Everything is fine, Mike." I stood up to give him a hug to notice his friend is eyeing me.

His friend has the most beautiful gray eyes I've ever seen, the light-grey eyes he has compliments his face very well, from his perfect nose, to his kissable lips, hell he don't even need to pout because it pouts for itself... I think his height is like 6'3ish. Not to mention his dark black shoulder-length hair. He's just simply wearing a grey shirt and a pair of rugged jeans. I pinched myself when I found me, staring at him.

I lowered myself again to and continue putting the boots to my yayay.

After I put it on her I took the shoes with my own hands and I held my yayay's hand and walk past the rude lady named 'emily' and harshly put the shoes on her hands and pushed it to her chest. I saw her eyes widened with my action. "You take care of the rule violator now, will you?" I smirked at her as I saw how embarrassed she is.

I heard mike talking to her what happened, but I didn't mind it anymore, I'm sure yayay is already starving. "Clarissa, you don't have to do that, and that shoes...you gave that to me." she softly said and put her hands on top of mine while waiting for the food that we ordered. "Yay, some people needs to be put in their place. She's disrespectful towards you, and there's no way in hell I'll just let it slip away. There's nothing wrong with your shoes, she's just a b***h" I rolled my eyes.

" I'll just buy you a new shoes, yay" caressed her hands. " It's already enough, okay? I have my own money to buy for my own needs. "

" Yet, you never buy" I shrugged. "I'm saving it for something else " she looked on my right shoulder and I turn my head to see what she was looking at. And then I saw the man on the table with Mike. why do they need to sit there? Out of all the vacant table? Ugh.

I saw mike walking towards us, "Clarissa, I'm very sorry for her behavior, please know that it is not okay with me to tolerate that kind of attitude..." Mike apologize, and I stood up to shake his hand. "it's okay, Mike. I've already settled things with myself, no need to fire anyone." I smiled and he nodded.

"He has the same eye color as my lover." My yayay caught my attention after mike left. "Yay, there's a lot of people there who's born with the same color eyes, okay? Don't overthink it, I'll help you find your son" I saw how much that made her happy.

" Order for Miss Clarissa and Miss Mariana." The waiter arrived with our food and I love him already because of his manners.

" Thank you. " I took my phone out to take pictures.

" Let's eat now, look at what I'm wearing, I look like a homeless person. " She said trying to hide her hand under table which I know is shaking. " Yay, smile. You look great, we're wearing the same clothes, now smile for me. " I somehow convinced her to smile at the camera.

I'm never letting anyone degrade this lady, she's everything I have, and I'll do whatever I need to do to make her the happiest.

She stood up and walk towards my side of the table and cut the steak into tiny pieces for me. " Come on, yayay! I can do it myself, go back to your seat. " I raised my hand to stop her, but she continued to do what she do.

" Let me take care of you." I just let her be knowing this is not going anywhere if I try to argue with her. After she's done, she sat on her seat again and I saw her looking for something. Her pasta doesn't have a sauce.

This big round table is just too big for us so I carried my chair next to her.

I raised the little kettle-like-container and poured it on her pasta. "People here are so complicated, why can't they just put the sauce on the pasta before serving it?" This lady gets mad easily. Dang.

We started eating and we're just laughing our self out as we talk about the times I got grounded for sneaking out at the house just to join a race, she always help me get inside again without being notice, but of course thanks to the internet the news always reaches my parents.

I always caught the grey-eyed guy stealing glances on me. I just act like I never see him.

Everything is just perfect tonight, how I wish I could eat dinner with my mom and dad again soon. But it's okay, my yayay is here with me and nothing else matters.

I raised my hand and a waiter instantly caught it, I asked for our bill. I'm literally nervous for the bill, my dad is rich, however I don't ask any money from him nor form my mom. so I'm a broke child of a billionaire.

"I can't believe you'll be 30 in not less than 5 years, Missy." She knows I hate it whenever she mentions my age. It makes me feel old.

"Miss, your bill has already been taken care of." The waiter handed me the receipt. "By whom?" I asked, I don't like when people pay for me, I am very capable of paying for myself and my yayay.

He pointed the table where mike and his friend is eating.

"Let's go and thank them, Missy!" My yayay's teeth are so shown the way she smiles. "I can pay, yay. It's rude for them to pay for our food." I pulled her hand with me as we both approach Mike's table.

"Mike, you know that I don't like free food." Mike just laughed and he stood up to shake my yayay's hand. "I am Mike, ma'am. Please to meet you, and I'd like to apologize for my staff earlier." I rolled my eyes secretly, but I'm sure that his friend saw it. "oh, hush, it's okay! I'm sorry for showing up like this." my yayay just brush his hand on the air in which mike laughed. "You're just fine as you are, ma'am. I'm really embarrassed to my friend here..." he looked at me, and I just raised my middle finger. "Choose better staff next time. I'll let this pass, but you know how bad I can get if we're talking about this lady." I encircled my arms on my yayay's shoulder and he slapped my thigh slightly for my middle finger. "that's rude, Clarissa!" she whispered. "who are you, ma'am?" the grey-eyed guy asked.

"This is my second mother, Mariana. And she's very deadly." I joked and yay didn't liked it as she secretly pinched my back which caused me to gasp.

"Nice to meet you, and you are?" My yayay asked his friend. "I'm Zachary, Ma'am." He offered my yayay his hand and he then reached for me "I am—"

"You are Clarissa Clarkson" he finished what I was about to say. I felt an instant connection when his hand touched mine. I instantly take my hand back.

"Mike, please send me the receipt so I can pay it the next time I'm back here." We were about to go when. "I didn't pay for it, he did." He says pointing to Zachary. " Thank you, young man! " My yayay is somehow happy looking at this man.

" I guess that leaves me no choice, but to say thank you. " I awkwardly said. " Thanks for the dinner, but next time don't do it." I pulled my yayay with me as we exit the restaurant.

"Does it hurt so much to say thank you, Missy?" She asked as I started driving.

"No, yay, it's just I don't want someone paying for me." It's not just about that, but it also say so much about my ego. When my dad got rich, he just gives me everything even if I don't ask him to. People always tells me that I have no backbone, which insults me. From that day I promised, I'm going to take care of myself without the need of my parents money.

And who does he think he is anyway?? feeling relevant... paying for other people's bill. but yeah thanks to him, because that restaurant is expensive as f**k.