Secret by Dee Aulia (early readers txt) 📕

i open the door, i was welcomed by a flying shoe. My mom was standing next to the shoe rack, red faced. Stephanie sitting in the dining room, smirking. The first shoe hit my left arm. My mom throw the second shoe, it hits my stomach. mom still didn't say or ask anything. She pick another shoe, this time it's a high heel. She throw it and hit my forehead. Blood start dripping to my face.

Stephanie threw her hands in the air everytime the shoe hit me. 

"get out of my house" that's the only words my mom said to me before she walk away to her room. When she reach the door she glance at Stephanie "throw out her luggage" then she slam the door shut.

"at last.." Stephanie laughed and go up the stairs. "Plop" something drop on the ground outside the house. I went to the sound. It was my luggage. Stephanie threw it down from the window upstairs.

I just stood there, frozen. Tears and blood streaming down my face.

After a few moments i walk away from the house, leaving my luggage where it was thrown. 

"where should i go" i thought, but never stop my step. I walk and walk and walk...

I walk until my legs can't take another step. By the time it's already dark.

"where am i..." i look around at an unfamiliar place. Then I saw a deserted playground. I walk toward the playground and take a sit on a bench. The blood on my face already dried, but i still feel my head throbing from crying. I hugs my legs and bury my face and tears start to flow out again.

" where should I go.. I don't have money with me.. Where can i go"... 

Then an old woman approach me.

"dear, are you alright?" she ask me attentively. I jerked up in surprise.

"ohh.. Dear.. You are bleeding" she exclaim. 

"what happened to you?" 

"where do you live?" the old woman start to worried. 

"I'm alright, just feel tired a little bit" I reply her with a smile. Well.. Maybe I thought i was smiling, but the old woman saw differently. 

Then she try to support me to stand. I. Was confused, doesn't know what the woman trying to do. 

"you don't have a place to stay for tonight do yo?" she asked me, concerned. I only give her a faint nod. 

"come with me, you can stay for the night" 

"I'm alright, i don't want to trouble you" 

I'm really confused, is there good people like this old woman really exist .

"no trouble at all" Then the woman said "i live alone, just across the road. Come.. "

After considering for a few moments i decided to follow the woman to her home. 

 

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~Davis POV~ 

 

I was already on my bed. But I just can't stop thinking about what kind of relationship between Vinier and Stephanie. Are they connected to each other?. Sisters..? Not likely. They look nothing like sisters . Not only that, their lifestyle is just the opposite. Maybe cousin..? Could be. It's the only explanation that make sense. Before I can find the answer to my question, I fell asleep..

 

The next morning..

 

"young master... Young Master..." the house keeper running after me when i was about to go to school. 

"young master wait.." 

"what happened Brenda" i ask her uninterested. 

"forgive me young master, but i found this in your bed yesterday when i clean your room" Brenda hold out an earing. 

It must be Vinier's, i thought.

"give it to me" I said as i snatch it from Brenda's hand. 

I smile happily all the way to the school. I'm already imagining how Vinier will react when I return the earing. My smile became lustful as I thought about what had happened the night after the party. 

 

As soon as I arrived at the school, I go around searching for Vinier. But she is nowhere to be found. I asked around, but nobody knows her. no one seems to know where she is.

Is she having a trouble at home because she stayed out that night?

I started to get anxious

Stephanie..I was frantically looking for Stephanie. She must know where Vinier is.

At last i spotted Stephanie in the canteen, with Peter. I slowly approached them. From a distance i heard them talking. 

"why Davis beats you up?" Stephanie asked 

"how the hell i know, he just did" said Peter 

"so where did you bring Veny" asked Stephanie 

"i didn't bring her" said Peter 

"but she didn't came home that night" said Stephanie 

"she's staying with me" I said when I reach to their table. Stephanie looked up, wide eyed. 

"she was with you?" 

"yup.. In my room, on my bed" I said, which make her face turn white. 

"and i guess you know what happened next" I added with a devilish smile.

"so tell me where's she now" i ask her, crossing my arms. 

"i don't know" she said, still can't believe what she heard about Vinier's whereabout the night of the party. .

"what do you mean you don't know. You lived in the same house" i said fiercely. 

"how do you know that" Stephanie gasp. 

"because i was the one who drives her home" i lean down to her as i said it coldly. 

Stephanie froze on her chair. "bitch" she muttered under her breath. 

 

It's been months since she's gone. And i still hoping she will show up again some day. I still keep her earing in my drawer. 

Vinier.. Where have you gone. 

I miss you... 

 

~Vinier POV~

 

Days goes by... 

It's been three months since i left the house. I'm still staying with Laura, the old woman who help me that night. Laura let me stay because I was a good cook. And she recommended me to work at her bakery shop. I accepted the offer happily. Because I have nowhere to go. And Laura more than happy because since I work there, the shop becomes more crowded. Many people praise the breads and cakes become more delicious. 

Normally, i wake up very early to prepare the ingredients. But I feels a little tired this morning. I feels that i don't have energy. 

"you should rest today dear. You've been working too hard" said Laura anxiously. 

"I will be alright Laura" I reassure the old woman. She's always treat me with kindness. And i love her for that. 

"then you must see the doctor today" Laura said not convinced. 

"okay..." i laugh and give the old woman a big bear hug. 

 

In the afternoon Laura practically pulled me to the hospital for a check up. 

After the doctor finished checking my condition and tell me something bizarre. "you are pregnant" the doctor said. 

Pregnant... 

I'm pregnant... 

Why... 

I can't believe what i heard. 

I'm pregnant... 

I keep repeating the doctor's word. 

What should I do now.. 

Laura hold my hands "it's going to be alright dear" I'm here with you. We will raise the baby together." i can't hold on my tears any longer with Laura's words. I hug her and cried... 

 

Chapter 5

 5 years later... 

 

"hurry up mom, i will be late and it's your fault" Jason pull me out of the kitchen while i pack his lunch box. He is turning 5 this year.

"alright.. Alright.." i chuckle as he pout. He has became the source of my happiness. Laura died two years ago and l inherited all of her properties because she has no other relatives.

The bakery shop has turned into a restaurant and it's quite a success now. Even when i have enough employees, sometimes i also help with the cooking, because some items in the menu was invented by me. Thinking about that, it wasn't so bad being a house keeper in my mother's house when i was younger. Because that was what make me into who i am today. And Jason, my son, he has all the loves he needs from me and Laura. Everyone loves him because he is such a sweetheart.

Today i promised to drive him to school myself. He's so excited with the idea,because i was usually busy in the restaurant. 

It's not only because of the idea of me driving him to school, but also because there's an activity in his school. There's a drawing competition and he is participating. He loves drawing since the first time he learned to hold a pencil. And he is good at it. 

He was singing out loud all the way to school. I just can't avoid smiling everytime i see him. He was excitedly getting ready to open the door as i park my car. 

"don't rush honey, you won't be late" i told him as he pulled the handle to open the door. His sea blue eyes sparkling mischievously. I just chuckle at his behavior.

 

~Davis POV~

 

Today i was scheduled to visit the countryside. Our family's gallery was sponsoring a junior drawing competition at one of a private school there.

I don't really like this kind of activity. I don't like children. They are noisy. I take my sweet time driving my car. While the other people who is supposed to be the judges are already out of sight.

I was almost reach the location when my stomach rumble. I didn't get to eat my breakfast this morning. As i drive down the road, i saw a restaurant. It looks too fancy for this area.

I pull over at the parking lot next to it. It's quite big and almost full. Is the restaurant really that famous to be this crowded? 

I walk in and see the interior has different vibe to it. It looks ordinary from the outside. A waitress approach me and with a friendly smile she ask. 

"do you have any reservation sir?" 

"no" i reply 

"would you like smoking or non smoking room sir?" 

"non smoking" 

Then she stand aside and said "this way please".                         I follow her to where she lead me. She was taking me to a dining room with a garden in the middle. It shows that the owner of this restaurant loves nature. I love this place already. It's a perfect place for a romantic date. I smiled at the idea.

I looked at the menu and smirk,, this restaurant is really one of a kind. Even the menu has a weird names. I asked the waitress about the menu, and she explained to me. I was right, i never come across this food in any country i visit. But the waitress said it is only available in this restaurant, because those cuisine was invented by the owner of this restaurant, which is their boss. Salute to their boss, i really admire him.

"your boss, he is great" i said to her.

"thank you sir, btw the boss is a she, sir" she reply with a smile.

"wow, really" then i placed my order. 

After i finished my meal, which is superb, i continue my journey to the school, which is only ten minutes away according to the friendly waitress. 

In no more than ten minutes, i finally arrived at the school. The building looks like a museum. Probably aged more than a hundred years. But it doesn't look old, in fact it's like a work of art. 

As soon as i arrived, the competition begin. The participants age are between five to ten years old. It reminds me of my younger age. I love drawing when i was about their age. And always won in every competition. My parents even hired an art teacher for me to learn painting. And open a galery for me too. 

 

~Vinier