CHAPTER 14
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Without much hesitation, I did what he ordered, trying to prevent a feud against him. Good grief, how merciless can heaven be for putting my life into so much sumptuousness while I slowly dig up my own grave?
"Ever heard about the story of Narcissus?" He suddenly asked.
What's with that sudden question? Does he want to talk about Greek myths now?
I don't like how this is going, a little talk like this will just end up either good or bad. I'm kind of afraid that we might come between arguing or it could be that this would pave the way for us to be a bit closer than before, which I don't want to happen.
I shook my head in disagreement. Hopefully, he will stop. Though I have a bit of an idea about the conceited behavior that Narcissus had. This brings me to the idea. Narcissus's attitude did quite have some resemblance to this man, they're both egotistic.
It so happens that my faking knowledge about Narcissus only made him more eager to converse, "Well, Narcissus was a known hunter who is also blessed with a beautiful face. So beautiful that he became so self-absorbed. This much led him to his death." he said while looking into his cup.
He took a short gaze at me before bringing his eyes back to the cup, "What just keeps me hanging into his story is about how life gets back on his conceited attitude. It has been said that he rejected all romantic advances, eventually falling in love with his reflection by often looking on a pool of water, staring at it until he fell off that took his life." He continued to tell.
I don't get why is he became so engrossed about story-telling a Greek tale that most people likely are knowledgeable of. Did he buy it when I said I am not aware of it?
This man is such a dimwit! But just when I thought he's already done, he then continued to speak of the latter after seemingly enjoying another drink, "The story reminds me so much a woman from an old myth. She was known for being so beautiful that naming her 'Maganda' wasn't even enough to justify how remarkably prepossessing she is.
Every man would even kneel before her pleasing physique. Her beautify captivate everyone from near to far and wide to the extent that even immortal beings descend to claim her favor, but she had grown accustomed to these attentions that later turned her to bear an overweening self-obsession that enraged that God. The unrequited love of that God remains to this day whenever you see how the sea rage through its strong waves." He's getting quite talkative or more like griping too much today.
I wonder if this is that triggering factor I have discovered a while back that's emanating the dark aura around him. But after hearing him say it was just an old myth, I instantly withdraw from the thought right away.
"What's with this tale-telling all of a sudden." I copied the dull tone as I asked him. which he seems pleased to answer, "The tea reminded me just now."
"So, is this tea called narcissus?"
"They call this vintage narcissus." The longer I sip into it, the more I get familiarized with the aroma that resembles the same scent as a wild orchid with a mellow aftertaste.
There was a soothing warm effect as it flows through my throat down to my stomach. It's delightful having to enjoy while I nibble into the piece of cream tea cakes that easily melts in my mouth.
I was feeling good about the nice tea and sweets I'm having that I wasn't able to hold myself to gently smile.
This is such a good feeling indeed. But when I had a glance at him, I was surprised to catch a glimpse of him softly smiling genuinely back at me. When I blink my eyes again, it was gone.
What was that just now? Was I just seeing things? Could it be possible that he just smiled at me now?
I highly doubt that, knowing him? That world would probably shake like it's doomsday before he could even learn how to smile the least. The likes of him will never know what it means to smile. and I'd probably grow old first before I could witness that—that is if I'm still alive. Funny how I think way too forward. Having this afternoon tea, I must say, seem like quite not bad at all. Though I'm still not letting my guard down.
This isn't something I can add to my unfortunate days. He has kept himself composed all the time. I never saw him raged so much. Well, he did almost got triggered a while back and nearly exploded like a mad volcano again but he was able to switch back to normal in an instant. I just hope that he could be able to keep up with this attitude.
If he can only be like this every time, I wonder if things would work out fine around this household. But this doesn't mean that I'd like to stay here forever and be his bride.
I am still firm about what I said that I will never be his bride. It will take him to move heaven and earth before it even happens. I'm not so much of beauty like Narcissus or Maganda to be this too perverse but I'm just trying to keep my stand about not wanting to be wed to him at all.
The thoughts are still wandering in my head when he rose to pick up his phone. I was wondering why he is suddenly walking towards me with that subtle facial expression unreadable for me again. And then as he extends his hand, he dryly said, "It's time for the movie." Of course, what else could I expect from this man who seemed to be deprived of his amorous advances?
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