Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Barra carried a sleepy Alia in caringly motion like she was a little princess. I was watching him, bemused.

He looked at my tired eyes, "Let's go home." A sweet-charming smile showed up.

Home... He said it like it was our home, place for us to spending our time together as a little family. Warmth returned to my cheeks just imagining it. The stone that had frozen my heart literally shattered.

My locked mouth now let out a voice, "I can't wait to sleep." I yawned.

His warm gaze was giving me the slight chill on the back of my neck.

Walking towards the exit, we met Niki and Sean who were already preparing to leave this mansion.

And, Haytham ... I didn't know what happened to him. Lowkey, I was hoping there wasn't something bad happening to him.

After a small talk, finally we made it outside. The clouds were so dark, they were covered with thunderous sounds. It was about to rain. My hair brushed by the night air as my eyes stopped their track on a smirking man.

"Glad you make it." I patted his shoulder gently.

Jake was fine unscathed, but he looked exhausted, "I'm unbeatable." His eyes focused on the figure behind me, then ASAP he opened the car door.

I stepped aside as Barra put Alia down slowly before sitting beside her, and gestured me to quickly get in.

His mood changed into a grumpy one. My gut was telling me that he was mad at Jake.

"Be careful." Jake said, returning my apologetic smile.

"See you later." We got into separate cars, Jake and the rest of Barra's men got in the car right behind us.

I glanced up at Barra's face, hopefully his mood would improve.

"Stop stealing glance at me." His good-looking face smirked at me. My cheeks flushed red, but I avoided my gaze from his hypnotizing eyes.

Alia was fast asleep while my heart was beating fast. My mind had gone a long way nowhere, seeing Barra was so friendly and gentle to Alia, made me imagine where the future would take us.

If one day I become a mother and have a child, it must be fun. Damn, why do I keep hoping that Barra will be the father ?! My mind screwed up.

"What are you thinking about?"

I gaped up at his confused face, awkwardly said, "Haha, nothing." I snapped my thoughts.

His eyes bored into mine, "Should I believe your obvious lie?" My jaw dropped. Busted!

I sighed, answered groggily, "If one day I have my own baby. I wonder what she will look like."

"So, she?" He smirked, "What's your future daughter's name will be?"

This was our specialty : catching each other's delusion.

I pressed my lips as my eyes rolled to the right and left as if thinking of a suitable name for my unborn child, who wasn't necessarily a girl, and me who wasn't even married or at least having a boyfriend.

"How about Meghan?" I asked him and he was like 'Nah'.

"How about Sheren?" He shook his head.

"Gerry?" He looked at me like I was out of my mind.

His forehead frowned, "Gerry? Isn't that a boy name?" I laughed watching his questioning face. He wasn't satisfied with that name, "I like Rain." Those eyes darted through the rain that dripping the windshield.

"You're inspired by the rain, aren't you?" I looked at the outside which was now pouring rain.

He nodded, "Rain is beautiful, brings grace into human life."

"Tell me about it." I simpered.

His smile slipped, "When you have a daughter, she should be given a beautiful name. Because, God created a woman as a beautiful creation, a gentle heart, and blessed to be the successor to the human race." I blushed crimson picturing that one day he would become a father.

Surely, he would be the best father of all time.

"I like the thought of you being a father." I blurted out.

His face fell, "But, that won't be possible."

I took in a sharp breath, "What do you mean?"

He tensed, "I can't be a father, you know my world, right? It's full of evil trying to bring me down. I don't want this to have an impact on my children. It's okay if I get hurt, but I can't see the people I love being hurt." His explanation was enough to stop my heart steps forward.

"Then, you won't get married?" I was carefully asking the question.

"Maybe I won't." He cleared his throat, uneasy.

I nobbled on my lower lip, "Oh." That was the only reaction I could give.

'Maybe' was a really tricky word for me. Maybe yes, maybe no. It could only be in two options. Hope could run aground if this word uttered by someone.

I didn't know if he would change his mindset in the future or it would remain the same as it was now. But still, I had no power to force him.

The memory of what happened to Barra in the past making me clenched my hand.

His family was an honorable family. People were acting nice, simply because of their wealthy.

It wasn't uncommon for people to take advantage of this situation when they knew that Barra's father, Sumedh Ainsley was kind-hearted man who didn't have to think twice to help people.

He had a big heart when it was coming to do charity, help people in distress, and became one of the billionaires who was playing an active role in building a foundation for underprivileged children.

However, there was the turning point of someone's life, likewise with him.

The love of his life, Kenna Ainsley died of a sudden heart attack which she had been suffering from for the past five years.

A little Barra had just turned nine years old, couldn't do anything but to locked himself in his room. He hadn't been out in nearly a week, which was worrying his father. There was no one he wanted to meet except the innocent little girl, Jazzlin Ozza.

"Where's the idiot?" Little Jazzlin hips back when she had reached the door of the Ainsley family mansion.

Sumedh Ainsley, Barra's father laughed at the girl's behavior in front of him, "You're right, he's an idiot, so go to his room and tell him how stupid he is." He gave a support to the little angry girl.

Without further ado, the little girl with braided hair ran to the second floor, where Barra's room was.

Arriving at the door, "Hey, idiot, open the door or I'll kick this door until it breaks." She shouted confidently even though she wasn't that strong to break down the door.

The door never opened nor did it make the little girl deterrent, "God, please give me the strength to break down this door." She spoke before finally trying to kick the door.

What she got wasn't the open door, instead she fell on her back because her leg slipped. Her screamed was enough to make the servants approach her. Mr. Sumedh also helped the little girl to stand up, her eyes were burning like it was ready to cry, but many times the girl held back her tears.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Mr. Sumedh crouched down and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Yes, leave me. Let me call this Baby Bear to open the door." She was burning with rage and passionate ambition.

"Okay, if something happens shout it out." The man gave the girl a fatherly smile.

She nodded with a sharp gaze wanting to hit the barrier between herself and the Baby Bear.

"I swear to God, if this Baby Bear doesn't open the door for me, then I won't be his friend anymore." She spoke with her body pressed tightly against the door, like a lizard.

The door opened slowly, making the girl strolled into the room without the slightest guard. Her gaze was fixed on a boy's tiny feet.

"Don't say that again. I am your friend and always will be." The girl's eyes rose slowly from his foot until she saw the boy's who was crying.

The girl got up, stood up and wiped the boy's tears, "Don't cry... I'm here for you." The girl was sad to see what her best friend since diapers had been through.

His face was languid and pale, covered with his messy hair. His clothes were torn, and his eyes were swollen.

Then without a thought in the boy's mind, the girl's arms hugged him. She sniffed her friend's fragrance that she missed so much. It had been a long time since they played together.

"You're like jelly and you smell like candy." She was giggling when the boy just hugged her back. "You know, I miss you so much ... The playground was so lonely when you weren't there. Nobody is teasing me anymore." She was blabbering.

Her hand slapped his shoulder lightly. "Your father is worried too." More babbling. "Come out, get the fresh air that has been given free."

She let go of him then looking directly into those hazel eyes, "Don't make your mother sad by locking yourself up like this."