The rest of the day with Isabelle went fine.
We talked briefly about her life in France and her transition to
Singapore. Little did i know that she owned a vineyard there.That
struck a chord but i couldn't place where. A day with a beautiful
girl like her makes me look forward to come to school early. I
hope.
Thinking of sending her home, i called up my dad and asked whether
he will be picking me up later from work.
"Dad, will you be picking me up from school? My friend may need a
lift home", i asked excitedly.
"Sorry son, i have an important appointment later from work. Where
are you schooling again,Son?",he answered.
"Uhhh its ok, Dad", i replied rather expectedly.
I was dejected.We hardly talked at home and he has his own life and
i have mine. Half the time, i do not know where and what he does
with his time.
"Je suis désolé mais mon papa est un petit morceau occupé", i told
her sadly (I'm sorry but my dad is a little bit busy)
"C'est bon.Je peux parler anglais un morceau à propos", she told
me. (its ok. I can speak english a little bit by the way)
"Oh ok then. I see you tomorrow"
The whole evening, i was fidgety. I kept thinking about her and had
abrupt feelings. I kept asking myself whether she is my dream girl
or not. Everywhere i looked lay a figment or a mirage of her
face.
That evening, whilst having dinner with my dad and brother, I
cropped something up at the dinner table.
"Guys, I just met the most beautiful person in the whole world. I'm
pretty sure you guys are gonna get a new member of the family
soon," i swooned.
"She spoke the language of love and i think i...", i wanted to
continue but..
"Young man, don't you think you are too young to fall in love. I
married when i was 20 and i almost regretted it," he
interrupted.
"Didn't you marry Mum when you were 28?," my brother and i remarked
in unison.
"Err, oh yeah." slowly but cautiously he replied.
Ever since, our mother passed away when i was 5, we have grown
accustomed to our dad's philandering ways but he has yet to
remarry. Always saying he will forever remain fiercely loyal to her
even upon death. He even had his own set of 7 core values.
After dinner, we proceed with our own activities. My brother was
busy chatting with his girl online. Dad went out to meet someone
while here i am lying on my bed thinking of someone.
A few hours later, the phone rang.
"Hello?", i asked.
"Andy, i won't be coming home tonight but please be reminded to be
at the usual restaurant at 8pm. I have something to announce," my
dad hurriedly told me.
"No problem at all", i replied.
Even while sleeping, i kept dreaming about her.
The next morning....
