Red Dress

CHAPTER 3

Hoping to be awaken in the dreams I'm in. I know this things is the unwaited happenings I want to happen in my life but if this is part of delusional I don't want to be drown by it. Facing reality is much better then fooling ourselves that we have this kind of stuff even though we don't have.

Being hypocrite is okey but being assuming and delusional isn't. Believing that everything is a real even though I slap myself earlier to prove that I'm sleeping but end up hurting myself doesn't consider that this is real.

"Hm, da-daddy s-weetie." With stammering voice I called this guy while poking his back being careful of my actions. I don't want to have mistake to give them an insurance to send me in prison. Hesitating to get his attention even though he already told me that I should called him that endearment. Awkwardness envelope my whole being, calling something by that call sign isn't normal for me. I usually call my adopted parents not by daddy ang mommy but by sir and ma'am, so that's why this is new to me.

"Yes, my baby sweetheart, do you want something?"

I almost see the dinning ares he talking about it has an large chandelier about that could lighten your dark shadowing life, it has a long round table but have an four chair on it. Those chair is divided by two, the two chair is on the side of each other in the left side while the two chair is on the right side. I didn't fully see the dinning area. I suddenly got stock by the mesmerizing beauty of the girl sitting in the corner of the left side where the chair is located. She has this aura that you will be comfortable in talking to her but can also give a goosebumps everytime her eyes would land on you.

"Nothing po, I'm just gonna ask if what's our dish for today? Being fluent in english speaking shocked me. I never know I have this kind of talent, I didn't able to go to school because they forbid me to be an student. It will be useless and waste of time and money. They always said that I should just serve them with all my life. I shouldn't dream highly because I won't have it with this situation of mine. I didn't even know to read or to write that's why for me to be able talk that why is unbelievable. I feel like I'm living in the life of someone. Mirror is the key for me to find out about my looks because maybe I got reincarnated or something?. I don't know I just feel so bless with this happening because even in a short of time I feel being loved by a father.

I don't know what his trying to state about me wanting something. I only call him ask about the dish we would ear right now. Whoever own this life, she is so lucky, this is the life I'm craving for, the father that I'm dying to have but it didn't give me.

I blink my eyes multiple time just to see if I'm fully awake form this unacceptable and unbelievable dreams I have. I got formulated probiotics of what so ever it is when I noticed that this is not a dream anymore. This is real as in super ultra mega real. I'm able to feel the pain when I slap myself, also I feel her kisses and I'm being piggy bank by my so called father. I look on the right side of the table just to get frightened by the stares giving me of that guy who look exactly the same with my so called father. He looked at me as if I am a prisoner that get slipped away from the prison. Is he my brother?. I'm hoping if I'm gonna live with this dreams I'm able to faced the guy with all my kindness and might. I don't want to do a sin that could provoked his hesitation that I am his little sister.

Knowing that he is not that kind of parent like those person I am with. The persons who give me an trauma in trusting people I encountered with. Giving me an trust issues that every people are very well in the first start but eventually they will gonna hurt me physically, emotionally and spiritually. I know he's the only one who knows that I'm not his sister base on the way he look at me as if he wanted to crash me down. Why are these two not paying attention of the phenomenon happening minute ago because most people say that parents are the first one to know what is happening to their child. They will be the first one to know what you are going to do even if you don't say it. But why don't they know that I am not their child. Wherein the part where my speech, language, language and actions are strange. It's will easy to know the difference I made or make. It was already a strange but the father didn't say anything as if it was normal for me to do that. They didn't suspicious me of being another person. They treated me like a I am their daughter.

This beautiful woman took me from behind her husband and helped me sit next to the man who had been looking at me badly as if anytime he was going to bag me and throw me into the river.

"Thank you." I politely said to her then smile widely at her. She is so beautiful. This is the definition of beautiful without make up on. A goddess kind of beauty that you won't get bored of looking at. If I will have an encounter everyday with this girl I won't feel lost of interest looking at her perfect view.

" Oh my, did you heard that daddy sweetie, she said thank you to me, that's unusual." was a only words she said due to too much shocked ness of what I said. Is showing gratitude are rarely did by that someone who truly own this body?. She should be thankful of what she have. She must do the giving an respect to the person who stand still to their responsibility rather than walking back of it.

"Did I said is wrong po?" I asked.

Maybe they think I am unreal due to showing a gratitude to them. I just did what I should have done. Nothing wrong with showing a little appreciating of the stuff we received especially an attention, love and care that they giving to us. Nowadays, it's counted the individual that could to such things, it's either they are busy on their works or they are busy earning lots of money or maybe they are busy wasting their time in social media that they cannot even give a small time to their family.