Unforgettable Love

Episode 5 - Mady’s Aunty

Episode 5

Xandra

What is just happening? I mumble to myself. I just allow him to arrange everything according to him without asking me whether I’m okay with that or whether I’m free or not. He’s right that I don’t have classes tomorrow but I definitely have something to do. I have my princess to look into. Oh gosh!!.... he never change. He just do whatever he want. But my feeling, my heart wanting to be with him, to be near him. I long for his kiss, his warm hug and his lust. I shake my head, trying to take hold of myself and not thinking about him.

My daughter come running when I’m inside the house. “Mummy, you’re back. Aunty Min Yeong bought me this beautiful doll”. I look at the doll and then to Mady, “Yes, it’s so beautiful just like you, baby”. And looking at Min Yeong, I smile, “Thanks eonni (sister)”. Min Yeong is always at my foster parents house when she don’t have any film/drama to attend to. She just love being with my daughter. Taking care of her, reading a story book to her. My brother told me that she’s spending more time with my daughter than him. I just smile but I understand the feeling.

I take Min Yeong hand and smile, “Eonni, I’m thankful to you for being with my daughter and I know she love it too”, my word sound tremble as I don’t want her to misunderstand of what I’m going to say. “But you know, oppa also need your attention. You know him. I think he be missing you so much nowadays”, I pause. “ Maybe he needs his wife to be to, to spend the time with him too”. Min Yeong pouted at me but then nodding with smile on her lips. We both hugging and she then hug my daughter then turn to Minho’s room. Mady come near me and ask, “where’s aunty going, mummy?. She does not want to be with Mady”. Her face is sad. “ No Mady, definitely not. Aunty just want to spent sometime with uncle. Uncle miss her since most of the time aunty spending her time with you”. I explain to her. She looks puzzle but then she say, “ Oo... his mouth doing a perfect o but I’m not sure whether she understand it or not. But she doesn’t look sad anymore. 

I sweep my daughter up and walk to my room. Wash her and put her pyjamas and settles her in the bed, while I’m taking my bath. When I come out from the bathroom, my daughter is already asleep. I am thankful to God for this beautiful angel, even though my father was resentful with my decision. My mind was trailing back to what happened 4 years ago in Singapore.