Chapter 70: Chapter 70
Edith
Two days passed since Sandro dropped me in my parents house. I am completing my projects and studying for my exams. Just like he promised my parents didn't ever lift the topic of Shelton. It feels like he never existed in my life. I called him thrice in last two days and every time I was transferred to an automatic message - the number doesn't exist.
I have no idea why his number doesn't respond to me anymore. I do not know if my mafia family has anything to do with the situation or my bossy boyfriend did something to him after learning about my past but I wish he doesn't come after me because if he does he will be digging his own grave.
Two months later
The house was undergoing renovation with fresh paints on the wall, a whole lot of shopping went for each member of my family and mine was the most special of all, as though there was a wedding to take place. I wonder what's happening in the house but nobody wishes to reveal to me anything including my mother. Mom has been more a friend to me than a parent in all these years of my life. I shared anything and everything under the sun with her but now the situation seems to be different. She doesn't answer for any of my questions. The unanimous reply I get for all my queries is - ask your dad.
With each passing day my anger inflated and my vexation grew. I tried to extract information from mom using some smartness but dad's interruption was on time. He shared a look with her that told she better keep her lips sealed. I wanted to blow someone's top for my family's mysterious attitude.
Finally after a month of lot of coaxing my dad had made up his heart to reveal to me the solidified information or rather the shock of my life - I was getting married. My eyes went on stalks as I slowly digested every ounce of the significant revelation. It wasn't anger but more a feeling of betrayal that my family didn't trust me enough to take the decision on behalf of me or least inform me about the most significant turn up of my life.
I had no words to state my anger and my temper was boundless. He is my father, the man who contributed to my existence in this world and the person who I trusted the most but he had no faith in me. As you sow, so you reap. The saying seems to go apt in my life. I didn't believe my family either while eloping with Shelton. Probably they would have respected my decision but I was incredulous about their approval to my marriage. Now the time reversed. The days are in their favor. My marriage is fixed without my knowledge, without my willingness and my family's distrust upon me aches like a bitch.
I do not know the name of the person I am to marry, not even his photo. What he does for a living? Where does he live? I know nothing about him. The words of Allesandro ring in my head. My parents are my first well wishers in the world and their decisions will be the best in my life. Though some solace establishes replaying the words in my head there still appears a trench in my kernel. I wasn't happy with my situation.
"Dad you do not have a right to take decisions without consulting me. Yes I ran away with Shelton Marshall unable to see his actual colours and it was my stupidity but good or bad I have a right to choose when it is concerned about my existence." I was firm and determined on my reply. "Edith" my dad's voice roared between the silent walls of our cosmopolitan house but I wasn't going to sit back and stay calm at least not for the present status I'm because of my parents.
"I hate you dad. I'm disappointed and never expected this of you. You failed my trust." I tell him strong and for the first time in my life I saw a visible shake in my father's always confident aura. "Edith, keep your stupid mouth shut. We will always think the best about you." My mother's voice was enraged which only rubbed the salt on my already existing wound. There was no use of speaking to anyone in this house anymore.
I hate my parents. I want to screw my family and runaway from this place. "Princess I'm sorry but this decision seems to be the best in the present circumstances. You have no idea how much of paltriness I or your mom and your brother suffered with your mindless action of running away with Shelton Marshall." Dad ran his hand roughly on his thick black hair.
"Our company shares dropped to a record low with headlines on every leading news paper about your crazy deed. Did you have any idea about the effect of your activity on our family?" With the modulation in my father's voice I understood he was controlling his temper to the maximum in order to stay composed with me but I wasn't going to stay silent on the most important decision of my life taken without my knowledge.
"I very well know what is going now in your crazy head. Don't even think about eloping because we aren't going to stay lenient on you for the second time." My dad's voice roared behind as I hopped away from my seat. As soon as I reach my bedroom I fell on my bed and the tears long controlled were flowing in their never ending streams. I have nobody in this world. Once again I felt lonely, deprived and unfortunate inspite of taking birth in one of the most affluent family in the world.
The man I love doesn't want me. My family treats me nothing but like a play toy that will act according to their own whims and fancies. The person I trusted and married turned to be a rogue. Why do my decisions always turn to be fruitless? My anger was uncontrollable and my feelings have gone phlegmatic for my parent's emotions.
I empty my tears into the pillow when I hear a knock at the door and it twists open. A maid comes inside asking me to join for dinner. I turn a deaf ear to her and continue on my sad ovation when I hear another knock after ten minutes. This time my mother walks inside with a plate filled with food. My dad tails behind. His eyes were red and his face appeared tired and worn out suddenly becoming older by ten more years than his actual age. I hadn't ever seen my dad so disorganized after my birth.
"Princess do not make an issue of this." He folds the sleeves of his navy blue shirt rough like he was fighting a battle. "Have your dinner." He sits beside me on the bed folding one of his legs. I observe how shaken he was. His hair dishevelled as though he just came after running a marathon and something cracked inside me but I wasn't going to budge.
"You wanted details about your groom, I promise I will give you whatever information you want but before that you have to finish your dinner." My sobs were about to break going through a second round but I control them though my lips go inverted in a deceiving whimper. "You need to apologize." I tell pointing a finger and my dad raises his brows. "You misbehave and on the contrary I need to apologize to you?"
"Yes" a sob breaks open. "You do a mistake or I do a mistake Edith won't apologize only daddy will apologize." I pin my hands to my chest folding them and look at him with a pouty face. "Edith" my mom intervenes and I glare at her like she killed my cat. "Ari wait" my dad intervenes going slightly irritated and dismisses my mother. I pull out my tongue to her and tell. "Edith Penelope Rodriguez always wins." I rise my collar sniffing and my father wipes away my tears in soft chuckles. "Yes my princess always wins no matter she is right or wrong. Daddy is sorry princess, very sorry."
"Its because of your excessive fondles that she has gone so much arrogant. Keep spoiling her more." My mother accuses my father and walks away from my room. Dad didn't take a heed of mom's caution and places my dinner plate in his lap from the bedside table where my mom put it earlier. He feeds me in small spoonfuls simultaneously cleaning the edges of my lips like I was a baby. "Well what do you wish to know about your groom Princess?"
"Daddy I want more steak and less rice." I tell him pointing to the dishes in my plate while continuing to chew the food. "Daddy says sorry princess..." He holds his ear and starts feeding me according to my requirements. "Is he handsome daddy? I do not like short men. He should be above six feet." He smiles holding the spoon to my lips. "Would I choose an ugly groom to my beautiful princess?" He pulls my cheek. "Yes my princess, he is handsome and above six feet. He would be somewhere around 6'5." Dad analyzes looking somewhere at the wall behind me and answers.
"This is too spicy." I pull my tongue out and fan it with my hand. Dad anxiously reaches for the water glass on the table. "The chips..."I point to the lamb chips and gulp water. "Is it?" My father goes to an instant anger. "How dare he to get tears in my daughter's eyes? Today is the last day for that idiotic chef to work in our house." He declares and threw the lamb chips in dustbin. "How did he agree to marry me when he didn't even have a look at me daddy?" I ask him and my dad smiles pulling my cheek like I was a three year old. "Who told you that he didn't see you Princess? He knows you good like any one of us and very familiar with your naughty tricks and crazy wiles."
I pout as dad tries to pull my leg and get me more curious to learn about my groom by his dramatic revelation. "Daddy what is his name and what does he do to earn a living?"