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"If you don't remember, then I can redo the moments again. It was wondrous."
"What I need more than anything is a shower and a hangover cure, and I want to go home before my mom becomes worried," Diana tried to speak boldly, but all her efforts came crashing down. Michael smirked, adjusting his position away from her.
"I'll take you home. Just refresh; the maids will cure your hangover." Diana nodded, pushed past him, and ran into the bathroom. He chuckled at her behavior.
"Do you really not remember?”. He frowned.
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There was a knock at the door as Rita rushed to open it. There stood her daughter.
Ever since Bryan told her about her daughter having a sleepover at her friend's house, she hadn't been herself. It was either she called or sent a message, hoping for her to reply. But then she remembered Bryan telling her that she drank a lot of wine at the party, leaving her in a state of worry. Diana observed her mom's broken face;
She felt sad knowing she left her mom worrying about her all night. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.
Rita glared at her; Diana lowered her head in guilt. Rita left her standing at the doorstep as she sat on the sofa. Diana slowly stepped inside, walking to her mom.
She squatted down beside her feet, placing her head on her mom's lap.
"Mom... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you so worried," she said. Still, no response.
"Mom..." She pouted, tapping Rita's lap, who gave her a frowning face.
"What are you sorry about, Diana?" Rita asked. Her anger was there, but so was the mother's love. Diana stared at her mom. Diana... no more Dian. Rita only called her Dian, and if she was to call her Diana, that meant she was indeed angry with her.
"Tell me, Diana, what are you sorry for. Are you sorry for not coming home early?
"I'm truly sorry, Mom. I promise never to go to parties from now on. I won't leave you worried again, I promise." She sobbed louder, hugging her mom's lap.
Rita stared away, as tears threatened to fall. She didn't mean to react rashly, but she's a teenager and can't stop her from having fun.
Still, that possessive motherly side of hers wouldn't let her do it. Her daughter is her only family, and she doesn't want to lose her under any circumstances, not while she still breathes.
"I'm not angry, but disappointed... What was I thinking? You're a teenager now, and you'll be eighteen in a few months.
You can't be locked inside while others your age are having fun exploring the world." Rita mumbled, caressing Diana's hair with a gentle massage. Diana relaxed, waving a sign of satisfaction, which was enough to ease her headache.
"Thanks, Mom," she mumbled. Rita smiled, knowing her daughter was falling asleep.
"Maybe you should go inside and sleep. You don't want to sleep on the floor, do you?" she asked.
"I do, as long as I'm doing it on my mom's lap, then I'm okay," Diana replied.
"Do you know that because of you, I missed Sunday church today?" Rita mumbled, still massaging her hair. Diana chuckled.
"Pastor Mike will be surprised not to see us in church, especially you, since you're his prayer warrior." Both mother and daughter burst out laughing louder than expected.
"That man is really something else... He'll be like, 'Mrs. Rita, my most loyal prayer warrior, has indeed made me happy today. In the future, I want to see more of this courageous woman in you.'" Diana stood up.
Adjusting her short gown, raised her shoulders, puffed out her chest, and walked like a man, mimicking the pastor's stride. Rita's laughter was heard afterwards, watching her daughter act exactly like their pastor. Diana joined in the laughter, and their voices echoed.
TWO DAYS LATER.
The phone was on loudspeaker, and Bryan's voice was coming from it. "You made us worried, do you know that?" he asked.
Diana and her mom were seated at the dinner table, having their breakfast. It was two days since the party incident, and still, every morning, Bryan always called to say the same thing.
"Not exactly. By the way, you're the one who left me at the bar to go have fun with that blonde girl," she replied, eating her breakfast with no worries.
Rita smiled, staring at her daughter, who sent a wink her way.
"Little bird, spare me, please... okay, how can I make it up to you?" he asked.
"Maybe you should take her out for shopping; that would be much better," Rita intervened.
Diana waited for his response for a few seconds; it finally came.
“Auntie? Good morning. I didn't know you were there..." He responded in a low tone. Rita chuckled.
"It's okay, dear. How is your mom?" she asked.
"Doing good," he replied. Diana had spent a lot of time trying to remember what transpired at the club a few days ago, and it came crashing back like shameless memories.
All the kisses, the unforgettable memories, how she was drugged, the sensations she experienced that night...
"Why are you blushing?" came her mom's voice.
Was she blushing? She touched her cheeks, blinking repeatedly.
"I wasn't." She gulped down a heavy breath.
"Was I seeing things wrong, then?" Rita raised an eyebrow.
"Bryan said he's taking you out on a date tonight, and you're blushing." Diana's eyes widened in surprise.
On a date? When did he agree? Was she that lost not to know what was happening?
"Oh... date, tonight, yeah..." She mumbled, making things even more awkward for her, as Rita raised a questioning expression.
"Are you okay? You're acting strange..."
"Yes, Mom, I'm fine..." She stood, fixing her clothes, picking up her handbag and mobile.
"Goodbye, Mom. I'm off to school." She placed a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing out.
"I found it hard to believe you don't have feelings for Bryan," Rita muttered to herself as she continued eating.
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