As we exited the hall, either my mother or father spoke a single word. My father's posture has been tense since we met Abram and as for my mother, she looks like she just has seen a ghost and It's evident that there's something bothering my father since.
Sitting in the car, as we drove back home. I kept my gaze outside the window in order to ignore my father and mother's weird exchanges of glances.
Upon reaching the house, I hopped out of the car, in a hurry to go to my room to change into something more comfortable, when my father called out my name, making me halt into my track.
"Eva, please follow me to my study, dear" he stated, making my heartbeat accelerate and my hands start to sweat.
Oh dear, this is not good. Did I do something? Why did he sound like that? I'm sure I did something wrong. I know it. I thought to myself when my mother nudged me, breaking my thoughts and signaled me to follow my father's retreating back.
My parents are not that strict. They love and spoil me with everything, but it does not mean that they allow me to do whatever I want or act like a complete brat.
They make sure to keep me in line even though, I am already 21 and I still listen and obey whatever they say just because I hate upsetting them and just because that's the least I can do for them for all the love and sacrifices they are making for me, making my cousins thinks that I am too submissive but that's not the truth as there also times that I act too stubborn but not that much.
As I entered my father's study, my father pacing back and forth greeted my eyes.
"Yes, dad?" I spoke out, grabbing his attention.
"Take a seat, darling" he ordered softly, while taking a seat too.
"So, how did you find the event? Did you enjoy it?" he questioned with a smile on his face.
"Yes, I enjoyed it but I don't look forward to attending it again" I admitted to him jokingly, making him laugh.
"I know it may sound weird coming from me but listen to me, my love" he stated, getting up from his chair to stand in front of me, making me nervous.
"You must know that this father of yours is not perfect at all. I may be too strict with you most of the time but you know that I am doing it for your betterment and safety, right?" He added, with a broken expression plastered on his face.
I stared at him while I nodded my head, yes, taking his wrinkled hand on mine, assuring him that I will always love him no matter how imperfect he is. After all, he's my father and I'm his daughter.
"When the time comes. Promise me, Eva. Whatever it is you will not leave this father of yours. Promise me" he whispered on his broken voice, thick with emotions, and his emerald eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Confusion filled up my head as I racked my brain of any possible idea of what my father was talking about. What caused him to be this emotional all of a sudden? What is he talking about? And what will happen when the time comes?
"I know you are confused right now but when the right time comes it will all be too clear." he explained, giving me a kiss on my forehead and exited the room, leaving me alone with hundreds of questions swirling inside my head.
What on earth is going on? I questioned myself as I proceeded towards my room with a heavy feeling inside my chest as I thought of what made my father sad. I hate it when he is sad.
With my shoulders slumped down and heels dangling in my hand. My eyes immediately widened and a smile broke into my face when I remembered that I have a shift tomorrow at the orphanage.
Excitement filled my body as I skipped towards my room, too ecstatic just by thinking of meeting the kids again.
It has only been two months since father agreed to let me work and since then, I always kept on looking forward to my shift there.
Being with them kids is my most favourite time. In fact, it was a miracle that my father agreed to let me work just only because he realised that keeping locked indoors is just making me anti-social even more. But I'm really thankful though because at the orphanage, there are more kids there than adults which means less judgements and less dramas.
As I changed into something more comfortable, I laid down on the bed face down, too worn out but still can't wipe off the smile on my face due to the excitement.
Let's just hope that everything goes well tomorrow.