56 Mrs. Martin Knows
1296 Words
“Was he now?” his father teased a bit, the smirk appearing on his bearded, yet obvious mouth.
Diana’s eyes looked at Noah, “I’m sure he is.”
And she really looked like she did.
Noah couldn’t help himself. He indulged in the way she stared at his caramel-colored eyes.
He’s sure she can see the reflection of her face incorporated in his irises like it was a picture sealed inside a frame.
But what she doesn’t know was that she’s slowly entering his heart.
Noah and Dianna kept staring at each other, a smile playfully forming on Noah’s lips.
They hadn’t sensed that Noah’s mother was also smiling, and she couldn’t help it to the point that she didn’t bother at hiding the joy that wanted to be expressed.
“Isn’t he happy?” she whispered dreamily on the man next to her.
The particular, older man looked unaware of what was happening in front of him. It’s either that or he chose to stay quiet about the situation.
Noah’s father didn’t say a word or two as he drank the high-end wine they procured from Italy, “We don’t know that. Maybe she’s just a friend?”
Turning her body so that she could fully face him, Noah’s mother had her captivating eyes fixed on her husbands face, “Look at them,” she attempted to point her index finger at the couple talking like they’re teenagers, their voices hushed that neither of Noah’s parents can hear what they’re talking about.
“That’s exactly how you looked at me when we’re courting each other at my parent’s home,” she said, and it was if the sparkle in her eyes added more glint, her irises like diamonds as they speak.
Choking on his drink, and the wine getting into his beard, Noah’s father looked at his mother disbelievingly, “We did?” he made a pleasurable sigh as his gaze drifted to the wine glass he was holding.
Elbowing him gently, his wife answered, “Definitely,” her gentle smile widening.
She took one bit from her chicken, chewed it slowly as her eyes drifted back and forth to Noah and the woman who introduced herself as Diana.
Both of them seemed as if they were in their own little world.
She decided to get to know her, either way.
“Well,” Noah’s mother began, “Diana, was it?”
The woman straightened her posture, her eyes looking straight at her. “Yes ma’am.”
Now, she sounded as if they were a student and teacher that’s about to do the oral recitation.
Noah looked at her, and although he didn’t show his true emotions, his mother knew that he was getting impatient and at the same time, worried as to what she will say.
“I’m sorry I pertained to you as ‘Darling’ earlier. It’s just I was unsure of what’s your name,” Noah’s mother said apologetically.
Noah kept scrutinizing her express—he didn’t know if she was bluffing.
Diana waved her hand, “No worries. It doesn’t matter whatever you would like to call me.”
Nodding, his mother didn’t cease their conversation, “How’s your ranch back home?”
“It’s doing fairly. From what I’ve heard with my father, the crops were getting bad last week, but he managed to save it.”
“Oh! Good gracious. He’s one lucky rancher.”
“Do you also have horses?” Noah’s father joined in the conversation.
Diana nodded timidly, “We actually do,” she looked at Noah next, “maybe I can show you guys around our ranch when you have free time?”
Noah’s mother didn’t answer yet. “What do you do around the ranch?”
The sharp turn of Noah's head had her shrugging her shoulders at him.
Meanwhile, his father let out an exhausting sigh—an indication that he knew what was up the sleeves of his wife.
Diana blinked one. Then, her eyes looked at the ceiling, as if she was in deep thought, “Let me see…” she held her chin.
“When I was still helping father, I had to participate in processing the hay. Other than that, I do voluntary work of riding out the horses, feeding them, grooming them, and also scheduling them for their monthly visit to the vet—”
She stopped and hummed, “In their case, the vet goes to our ranch. Sometimes, I would feed the chickens when the dogs aren’t around,” she smiled, “they tend to run around the chicken pen when I turned around. Those dogs love chasing chickens!”
Noah smirked, “So that’s why you were so surprised when my dogs were so behaved.”
“I see,” Noah’s mother took a spoon-full of vegetables. She chewed them with precision. Afterward, she gave them the smile that made Noah feel relieved. “Looks like you’re a very busy girl.”
The dinner ended with Noah taking Diana home first, his parents left to lounge on the sofa in the living room.
Diana kissed Noah’s mother on the cheek when she bid her goodbye.
Noah’s mother had been looking at him like she was about to say something, but she refused to say something about to anyone—not unless Diana is no longer around within hearing grounds.
The drive home toward Diana’s apartment was quite slow, yet peaceful.
The two of them didn’t talk that much except for the occasional: “Do I turn here?” or Diana gesturing to the next street they would turn to.
When they arrived, Noah brought down the window shield and poked his head outside.
The building in front of them wasn’t anything new, but it still looked to be livable.
Diana was already unbuckling the seatbelt when she murmured her thanks and excuses. She swiftly opened Noah’s car door and looked down on Noah’s rolled window.
She again smiled that pretty mouth that Noah liked looking at.
“Thank you again. I know it was an abrupt thing, and I was hesitant at first, but I enjoyed dinner with your parents.”
Noah let go of the wheel, “Always a pleasure. I’ll see you in perhaps a few days?”
Diana slowly nodded, and there was a sparkle that lingered in her light-colored irises that made an impression on Noah that she was looking forward to those few days. “I can’t wait.”
Upon dropping Diana off at her apartment, Noah vowed that he would ask his mother about the way she acted in front of Diana when he gets home.
No matter what it would cost him, he sincerely would like to know what’s been running around her head.
Parking his car in front of the farmhouse, Noah quickly jogged toward the front door. He turned the knob and found his parents sitting on the sofa, a cup of tea in their hands.
His father was the first one to look up in the middle of him blowing the smoke away from the tea.
The dinner ended with Noah taking Diana home first, his parents left to lounge on the sofa in the living room.
Diana kissed Noah’s mother on the cheek when she bid her goodbye.
Noah’s mother had been looking at him like she was about to say something, but she refused to say something about to anyone—not unless Diana is no longer around within hearing grounds.
The drive home toward Diana’s apartment was quite slow, yet peaceful.
The two of them didn’t talk that much except for the occasional: “Do I turn here?” or Diana gesturing to the next street they would turn to.
When they arrived, Noah brought down the window shield and poked his head outside.
The building in front of them wasn’t anything new, but it still looked to be livable.
Diana was already unbuckling the seatbelt when she murmured her thanks and excuses. She swiftly opened Noah’s car door and looked down on Noah’s rolled window.
She again smiled that pretty mouth that Noah liked looking at.
“Thank you again. I know it was an abrupt thing, and I was hesitant at first, but I enjoyed dinner with your parents.”
Noah let go of the wheel, “Always a pleasure. I’ll see you in perhaps a few days?”
Diana slowly nodded, and there was a sparkle that lingered in her light-colored irises that made an impression on Noah that she was looking forward to those few days. “I can’t wait.”
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