Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) 📕

You should have listed all of your reminders. Geez, I'll end up forgetting all of those things when I go home. " I said, trying to prevent my tears from falling.

"I did. Check the door of your fridge when you go home, and you'll see a long list of reminders posted there.” I forced a laugh, and she did too. Then there is a silence between us.

I don't know how to say goodbye to her. I feel so empty at this moment. It feels like a part of me will be missing in a few minutes.

"I'll miss you, Ellie." She hugged me, and that's the time we couldn't contain our emotions anymore. We both cried till all the passengers were called.

I drive home by myself. When I enter the house, it never feels the same. It looks so dull and boring without her. I ended up crying all night. The next day, I woke up late because I forgot to set an alarm. I quickly went down to eat breakfast, and what I saw was an empty table. There is no food and no Alison, who was sweetly greeting me this morning and telling me to eat quickly because I was going to be late.

I make a toast for myself and get a coffee. I fixed my things and headed to the coffee shop. I will do auditing today. I busied myself with forgetting things.

During lunch, I received a video call from Deus.

"Hello!" I greeted him as I put food in my mouth. I have a lot of work. I am eating fast so I can have more time to do my job.

"Hey, eat your food slowly. What makes you move in a hurry? "He asked. I look at him on my phone and I can see that he is in his office. He also looks handsome in his suit.

“I need to finish a lot of things. I need to hurry up, "I said while my mouth was full. He shakes his head, and he is a little pissed off judging by how his forehead creased and his eyebrows knitted together.

"You're not taking care of yourself," he angrily said, and I choked on my food. I immediately grabbed my water bottle and drank it. I coughed a couple of times before I finally recovered.

“I'm telling you, Heaven Amelie Javier. Don't wait for me to fly there and teach you myself the proper way of eating, "he seriously said, while giving me a cold stare.

“I'm sorry. Okay, okay, I'll eat slowly then. " I get my fork and spoon and continue eating, but a little slower this time.

"Can you not bury yourself with too much work?" He asked. Wow, coming from the most workaholic person I've ever met.

"Wow, coming from you, who works 24 hours a day, seven days a week." I sarcastically said, and he laughed.

“My work is piling up because I'm not that workaholic anymore. Whenever I have time to relax, I usually just sit here and think of you. I learned how to be lazy when you're gone because I can't find any motivation. " He winked at me and I smiled at him.

We talked for a while, and he needed to go to a meeting, so we had to hang up.

After that call, I buried myself at work again. I came home late, and I was so tired that I just slept and forgot to eat.

That's been my routine for the past few days. Wake up, eat toast and coffee, spend the rest of the day at work, then go home to sleep. I'm talking to Deus when we both have time. Sometimes I even fall asleep while I'm on call with him. He is always scolding me about not taking care of myself. When I say, always, it's his daily routine.

My work piled up because I often came late. It piled up and piled up as time passed by, until I needed to work at home to do some paper work. I always skip meals, and one night I just found myself bawling my eyes out by myself. I feel so tired.

I am hugging my pillow right now, and I just realized that I can't live alone. I can't focus. I'm keeping myself busy so I can forget the loneliness, but at the end of the day, I can't hide it. I'm just fooling myself by telling everyone that I'm okay with living alone here.

I dialed my mom's number. She answered it right away.

That's one thing I love about her; she never fails to be there when I'm dealing with something.

During my separation from Deus, she made me feel loved and she was always on my side, telling me that everything was going to be fine. I am so glad I found her.

“Hey honey, how are you? "It's late. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?" she asked, and I remained silent.

I am doing my best to hide my sobs.

“Honey, are you there? Is everything okay? " Her instincts are awesome.

She knows when I'm not okay, like she was a psychic or something. Maybe that's a mother's instinct.

"Mom," I called out, my voice breaking.

"Aww, my baby is feeling homesick. Well, you're tough. I expected you to call me days after Alison's departure, but you only did it today, which is almost three weeks since she left. Why? would you finally want to return home?" She's a psychic.

She can read my mind even from miles away.

"I'm tired," I cried, and she just listened.

“I am trying to busy myself at work, but I can't think straight. I am also having a hard time waking up in the morning because I feel unmotivated. I'm such an irresponsible daughter to mix personal matters with work. I should act more professionally. " I wailed and apologized.