CHAPTER 10
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The way he looks at me makes me feel disturbed and uncomfortable. Why is he even looking at me that way as if observing me like a specimen that's about to be used or an experiment?
Before I could even complain about it, He took the first move to say, "Woman, you're a minute late." the same vibe of authoritativeness was there again. Doesn't this man ever know how to speak so politely at all? Does he think all people so low o him?
"I can't help it, my dress took me a little time to put on," I explained. Even I can't believe that I had to explain to him. I just had to carry along since infuriating this man now will not be a good move.
He was trying to massage his head when he replied, "But what did I told you about making me wait?" which is more like a question—a threat is a more befitting term for this as a matter of fact.
"I'm just a minute late, can't you just let it pass?"
And as if ignoring what I said, He continued to say, "—Or the consequences will be fatal." reminding what he had forewarned me before our lunch. He doesn't have to repeat it like a broken stereo. I have fully heard him earlier ago. That's just not clear to me is the 'fatal consequences' he is telling. Does he mean executing the two guards just because I'm a minute late? That's too unreasonable! What's so important about his precious time waiting for me an extra minute? I just arrive here seeing him tinkering his phone anyway. He's pathetic riffraff!
"You're really going through that blackmailing scheme again?" I told him as my hands were clenching under the table. The way he inspires fear is formidable. He knows how to play around with his pawns well. Even I became one among his many chess pieces.
"You're making use of your head now," Here goes his mockery once more.
I wanted to leave him alone and walk out but if I do that now, it will only make the situation worst. Again, I have to remind myself that anything I do which would be against his will shall instantly take away the lives of those guards. I don't even know them, yet the compassion for their lives is at stake because of my attempted escape that is haunting me. I have been the reason why one of their legs is now buried in the pit of death. I can't bring them further to their graves.
"What are you trying to insinuate this time?" I directly asked. Reading his mind is such a headache for me.
He looks at me while stroking his chin. And then he said, "It's just a small thing, I want to watch a movie tomorrow with you."
I can't believe this man. First, he is forcing me to dine with him, and then now he wanted me to watch a movie with him? Did he get his head hit? I wonder how hard did he get his head hurt that's why he has been acting this way.
He is a tyrant, unpolite, ominous sinister I have met in my entire life, and then all of a sudden, he's acting this way giving so much attention and favors for me through a threatening proposal of course. but still, his weirdness just keeps me feeling uneasy and suspicious about his motives. I still haven't forgotten the fact that he tried to harass me and his steal my first kiss--yes, my first kiss!
A kiss that should have been shared with the man I truly love. But it's now put into waste because some hideous man like the master of this household stole it from me. Recalling it just gets me to nearly dander up. I just feel thankful that that 'something' inside me, whatever may it be, keeps me calm despite being stirred up so occasionally by this man.
He didn't even bother to ask me again if I agree to watch a movie with him. It was like a command I must accept without objection. And I feel as though I am bounded to obey him because I'm too afraid of what he can do if I didn't.
"Leandro, what's for lunch?" He suddenly called out to Leandro who was prepared for it. Leandro snapped his fingers and in an instant, two maids were already beside the table to open the lids of the aluminum platters.
Leandro placed a finger on his chest like I've become accustomed this has been his common gesture, before going for his spiels. "The resident chef has served our master some Peruvian lunch for you and Miss Emalia today. We have here a Peruvian roasted lamb with tangy green sauce, Chupe de Camarones or Peruvian shrimp chowder, chicken soup or Aguadito de Pollo, A Peruvian-style mussels or as they call it Choros a la Chalaca, and this Papa A La Huancaina or simply potato Salad that originated from Huancayo, Peru." Leandro seems to be well prepared with all the names and little facts about this foreign food. And again, this foreign food is so much of a queer to my taste. I'm only used to eating Filipino dishes Not that this food tastes bad, but more like my tongue only prefer local dishes from this country.
"Enjoy your meal Master, Miss Emalia." Leandro was already done with his spiel which I almost didn't realize. I wasn't totally paying attention to what he is saying. I don't find anything he is saying interesting anymore.
Before they could take away the opportunity for me to eat again, I immediately dig in on my serving. I have completely forgotten the people around me, I'm now feeling my hunger once again after a while since I regain my strength. And as I see it, the master seems to be enjoying the picture of me pigging out in front of him. How far can this man be more creepy than today?
I just can't stand him! This man who wants me to be his bride, to dine with him and to go watch a movie with him is plain arrogant and hideous! If this is a nightmare, how I wish someone would come and rescue me now.
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