ancient mystique

chapter 3

In a fervid conk of sun, a flying seed of a dandelion passed through my eyes. I got facinated so my eyes automatically followed it, a mystique say's if caught a flying seed of a dandelion make a wish then blew it away and you'll wish will come true. Nothing will lose if i do believed so I'll try. I tried to catch it, at first i missed it, i did tried to catch it once again but i missed it, then i tried once again, i almost caught it cuz i felt it passed on my finger but i still missed it, until it fell on a man's hand.  "Maybe it's not for you" zack said. I gave him an eye roll, and walked away. Three steps after i walked that dandelion seed passed at me again, i just noticed it and ignored, now wonder what did he wished for. I don't want to asked cuz, I don't care. I just continued walking i think around 10 more steps after he bumped my shoulder incedentally. "You bastard!" I whispered angrily when he turned to looked at me. "What did you say?" He asked so I got shocked, i find out he heard it but i confidently respond.  "BAKA!" I said using japanese language and that means—stupid. "How could you learn that language?"  "Well, none of your business!" I replied.  I hostily continued walking again bout to the garden to help my mom and so do I also INCEDENTALLY bumped his shoulder more stronger. Far from him, i remembered what this he said while riding the bike, that phrase.... Maybe i have to~ I have to forget that. It's just a joke Nixie! That time in a breeze of summer, helping my mom in the garden. I want to get over it! I'm thinking too much in an hour till now!"Is there something wrong honey?" my mom asked as she notice me thinking too much.  "Mama, how could papa got your love?" I asked.  "Why did you asked?" "Nothing I just wanted to hear your live story," "I'm always reading books but i can't feel those romance in reality"  "Well you're interesting?"  "Yeah mama, very well said" "Well..." My mom started to tell the story and i got butterflies on my stomach, that excitement hits me hard. "I was a vendor that time when i was just a teenager while your papa was a shipper, your papa always giving me a flower every lunch time at his break, he got it from a sides everywhere. He's always working hard, he once said, he'll give me the best life that he could give me" "If he do, then why are we still poor?" "Don't say that honey! We're not poor! The true millionaire's are in act from heart, maybe you're rich in money but no one loves you, isn't it bad?" "No, but how could dad got your heart?"  "Well he said he likes me, at first i didn't trusted him, he said it was true, but i know that time I'm scared, i tried to know him better before he got me" my mom said I started to wonder about it, I think i need to know him better, thanks mom.  I suddenly glanced a the mansion and saw him sitting at the rocking chair watching at me so i quickly looked back and dig again. Why is he looking at me? He's annoying. I continued to dig using the rake, I dig more stronger and faster because of the annoyance. I was confused with every beat of my heart until the rake hit my hand and injured. A blood flowed from my hand down through the soil where i was digging in. My mom got shocked because of how big my wound is. She grabbed my hand and pull me up fast and walked bound to faucet to clean my wound. She asked if it hurts mut i said no, cuz I can't feel it. I didn't tell her I can't feel it tho, to somehow alleviate her hebetation. When my mom walked out in hurry to get some bandage I spook to look at it and it was remarkably big, from the edge of my hand between my thumb and point finger through the another side of it down my pinky. A bandage covered it do that I won't see it clearly, wrapped the bandage around my hand and tied it up, I thought it was my mom but it was Zack."Next time you shouldn't have to do it harder" he said loudly with a burst of irritation. I got stock on what I'm feeling, today is maybe the worst day on my life.  "Please come with me tomorrow" his mood changed, his eyes looks like begging.  He pulled me bound through their living room. A soft neat sofa burst upon me, a big television and a shelves full of books. It looks like the room I've ever dreamed of. He noticed me that i was amazed in every corner of this room, he stepped bound to me and then He shoved me to take a seat on the couch. He gave me an old dusty thick book with a gorgeous smile.  "Wanna read?" He asked.  "I knew you're addicted to books, just like your mom said" Wait my mom told him about me? How cruel?! "That was my favorite book, actually I'm done reading it tho" he said.  "Well you're reading thick books to?" I asked."Isn't it obvious?!" I smirked and opened the book. An old picture burst upon my eyes, I think these girl looks familiar but i don't know her. Thinking I did saw her before, her eyes looks like so sad but her smile was so wide. Maybe people see someone smile but not their pain. Her eyes needs help and comfort, but only 9 percent of people will recognize what this picture really want to say.  "Do you know her?" I startled after he asked in a quiet breeze.  "Nah" i replied.