Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Mornings never felt much heavier. Delilah whose eyes constantly violated the perception of sleeping early contoured dark frowned lines from sleepless and surprising night she got. Her Aunt Suzanne frapping on the flowery designed mug is carefully observing her coaxed through the chair side then to her father's casket.
"Last day of the funeral seems so heavy." For Aunt Auwie who's optimistically rubbing her back, a mug of hot latte and chocolate cookies enough to fill the night-long chills. Delilah couldn't say anything. It was all so sudden for her. The death of Harper, Kristen's adoption papers, her father's precipitous death, the company's wobbly situation and the sudden appearance of Jaycee in her life revealing her of an impolite marriage proposal.
"I miss your Papa, Delilah, me and Suzanne miss him. But we knew he was with your mother now and he's very happy. He's very happy that you finally came home." Delilah streamed tears as she faced Aunt Suzanne's coffee mug handed in.
It ain't futile after all, her, coming home and accepting the responsibility. Previously, she was stalwart of the idea of becoming a tourist guide and finishing law, now she knows what she liked and what she wanted to do with her life. Working as a business woman was never on her list yet she cared no more, her time of promenading the world already passed, she might not get a family if she'd focus on work but she's happy with it. Delilah's heart ached a bit, that last word was not her, it wasn't true. She didn't wanted to live alone. She wanted to have a family. She wanted to sleep at night where her man of every dreams was smoothly caressing her very hair, whispering through her ears of all the things she loved to hear and making her felt that she's not alone. Delilah thought Jaycee for an instance.
"Delilah honey, why not take a rest for a while. You look so pale. We'll handle this for now." Both of her Aunts suggested. Delilah nodded in accordance.
"By the way Delilah. Your father had something for you." Her Aunt handed her the keychain bars for the car.
"What's this Aunt Auwie."
"Your father gave this to me right before he died. He said this would be helpful for you."
"But this was father's own." Delilah sounded so unsure if she'd accept the manna. She wanted to drive a car yet she didn't want to accomplish it thru her father's own savings.
"Your father wanted you to have a better life Delilah. He wanted you to live your life without seeing your task as a blunder on your happiness. He wanted you to be happy and have the riches the world has to offer." Those words are flowers to Delilah's hearing buds. She couldn't reciprocate her father's audacious effort other than mirroring the bounty living Delilah experienced. She is determined to send Kristen into a fine school, feed the orphaned child the palatable dishes whose entire life never smelled, cloth her with flamboyant garments and purchase things the child longed to procure.
"Your father really cherished you Delilah, from the day your mother gave birth till his death. He and your mother loved you so much." Aunt Suzanne who's much composed sipping the half-filled mug.
Tears never spilled Delilah's darkened sleepless eyelids t'was not she felt but the feeling of being alone. The phone screeched Delilah's fair thigh. Fishing thru her pocket an unknown number flash into the maidens grief-stricken face. T'was not one of her friends nor college acquaintances whose whereabouts never to be found.
"H-hello?" A confused question she implied.
"Hi, this is your future husband on the line." Jaycee's voice were as husky as the Siberian bears and give chills to Delilah's wanting flesh.
"What do you want Jerk!." An immediate disgust she responded.
"I've called you because I wanted to tell you something."
"If you're calling me because you wanted to tease me then I'll cut the line, Mr. Self-Proclaiming Arrogant. "
"Really," a teasing retort on Jaycee's end.
"Can you stop bothering me! I have problems to take care other than your senseless blabbing." That tenacious vindictiveness smolder Delilah's senses.
"Sorry, I didn't want to add on your family glitches."
"If you didn't want to add problems then stop bragging me."
"As you wish my sweet, I am calling our wedding off and I'm sorry." Jaycee instantly cut the line. That sudden announcement didn't just pricked Delilah yet it stabbed her a thousand times. Why did Jaycee do this to her. First she proposed on the middle of the screeching cold winds that made Delilah believed it was all true because she wanted it, deep inside. For one night she slowly accepted that Jaycee would be her man of eternity, even thou she hadn't knew a single thing about Jaycee, she loved the man and that one night of sincerity was enough for Delilah to believe Jaycee and her tying hands in marriage. Yet she called it off. It was painful, no man had ever enthusiast her femininity before other than Jaycee. Crying over man was not Delilah's thing, yet she did make a single tear