Chapter 10: Chapter 10: I Love you
"And finally this is the garden" she announced proudly like it was a medal.
"I planted almost everything here myself during the holidays. Here, look at the vegetables and the flowers too and woah that look at this look at that" I listened attentively to her blabs and to my surprise, I didn't find it annoying.
Her voice was thin and audible, it almost sounded like the old Cather that I knew. I mean yeah she's the same but the memories aren't there anymore, at least for her because every moment I had spent with her since childhood is deeply etched in my mind.
In Paris, I found it hard to make friends. I was very quiet unlike the old me that would always cause trouble with the neighborhood kids and Cather my partner in crime was always there to fan the flames.
Thinking back, all the fights I had gotten into were because of her. Because she was very outspoken, the kids would always bully her, calling her names and she would run to me with eyes soaked with tears.
"Ed. It's Jenny. She... she called me a parrot. She says I talk too much. Help me teach her a lesson".
"But. But I don't hit girls. My mom says a real man doesn't hit girls" I would reply but the next moment, she would burst into tears and would leave me with no choice than to 'teach Jenny a lesson'.
Even though I acted aloof and quiet while I was away, I still had two friends. Max who I met on a movie set and Juliana the mayor's daughter who stuck to me like glue. No matter how much I tried to tell her off, she would still have that smile on her face whenever she sees me and would always try to strike a conversation. I decided to put up with her when I realized that she wasn't going to quit.
"Edward I have something to tell you" Cather interrupted my thoughts and I nodded for her to go on.
"Umm. I mean maybe yeah I can tutor you. But you have to do me a favor".
"What is it?" I asked, trying so hard not to sound excited.
"How do I say this. Well yeah in exchange for that could you please. I mean please help me calm down whenever I umm" I cut her off before she could continue.
"Sure. Whenever" Her mood lit up at my response, and I couldn't help but stare at her.
"Hey don't give me that look. I am still going to get paid. Nothing goes for free" I wanted at that time to tell her that it was all hers as long as she asked. My money, my heart and my everything.
"Sure."
"20 dollars per hour. How does that sound?"
"Never seen a tutor that charges as much as you but no problem." I joked and she grinned.
"Never seen a tutor that is as special as me." I laughed at her response, not that what she said was funny, but the way she squeezed her cheeks together when she faked anger was cute. So cute.
"What's funny? And yeah one more thing. I haven't forgiven you for hiding things from me." She pouted, and I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing again.
"Am sorry. Ma'am. How can I make it up to you?"
"Well that's easy. You should already know that I Umm lost part of my memories" she looked down and played with the hem of her uniform as she continued.
"All you have to do is tell me about our childhood days. Perhaps, you might know why Tuesdays feels special to me.
The last sentence kept ringing in my ears. Tuesday felt special to her?
Monday, 2006
I had just come back from the elementary when I heard my dad's voice from upstairs. It was pretty loud, and I figured he might be annoyed so with my small legs, I crept into my room and hid under the covers.
I was sure mommy and daddy were having an adults talk like they always have and as usual, there were yelling and screaming.
Suddenly, the door to my room was yanked open and my mommy with sore eyes and a bad odor knelt before my bed. I pretended to be asleep, and I felt her hand feel up my face.
Mommy's hand is so cold, I thought, but I still slept unmoving. I could hear her sniffing before feeling the weight on the bed increase. She must have gotten in the bed, I thought. Now I have no other choice than to sleep.
The next day was not like every other day. Because that day changed my life. I had confessed my love to cather, and she had replied to me with a 'You're joking right, you Dumbo".
That statement had left me devastated and to make the matters worst my dad picked me up from school which was unusual, in fact that was the first. I immediately knew something was wrong, but I wasn't close to my dad to ask what it was. Apart from the usual formal greetings, we do not communicate that much. Even if we did, the entirety of our conversation is always about my grades. My grades were the only thing he cared about.
Instead of going home, we dropped off at the airport and before I knew what was happening, we have already boarded the plane. Just I, my dad and no one else.
When we arrived in Paris, a woman had picked us up from the airport with a little boy in her hands and my dad had introduced her as my new mother.
Of course, I threw a tantrum at the airport, to the point that my dad had to drag me home when I refused to go. Out of the corner of my eyes, I had noticed the wicked glare the woman had and since then I had known life wasn't going to be easy.
I had understood the bitter way life works from a very young age. That day was an unforgettable day of my life.
Enough about me, but I think I might know why Tuesdays feels special to her. Maybe, maybe just maybe because that was the day I told her 'I love you'
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