The 18 Year Bride
The Expensive and Meaningful

"Who Are You?"

"Had forgotten?" he smiled, then reached out his hand to me, "I am Vania. Every time you meet you have to introduce yourself.remember I am not difficult, why or need to exchange phone contact?" said mock.

Vania, now I remember her from the way she introduced herself and the way she spoke. Active and full of sloppiness.I was surprised to see her suddenly appear on my doorstep.she continued to smile, she continued, like the scorching sun, wearing a dark red scarf and a black leather jacket in a pair of blue jeans.he carried a large box in a wrapper of shiny blue wrapping paper, which I don't know what it contained.

"My parents are going out of town. Just come back tomorrow." I said coldly.

"Who said I wanted to see your parents? I just wanted to go straight to you" he said, then thrust the big box at me, "Happy birthday!!!"

I looked at her, with a sharp gaze and a flat face.which was definitely the direction of what made this girl come, she even knew about my birthday until carrying a gift of this size. Amid all that, she even knew about it, and all this reality, I feel moody and uneasy...

"You stiff old man, don't invite me in first? basic thing! so a guy like you must be hard, yeah.want me to soften it?"

I was silent for a while, frowning my forehead, looking at him half introgating to clarify his current state of mind.

"Hahaha I was just kidding, you think seriously huh? I just want to give you a gift." he said again, and returned to thrust the big box.

I took it out of his hand, "Alright, Thank you. Then go home!"

"directly expelled? hmm I'm so disappointed. can't talk for a minute?"

"No."

his aura that had been burning instantly dimmed as he lowered his head because he bore a deep sense of disappointment.not disrespect, just that I was a little hesitant because I felt not too familiar with him. after all, dad was the more reasonable person for him to meet in this house.

he turned around to return to his car, seemingly a blue car parked in front of this.

"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Where do you know about my birthday?"

"If I told you I knew for myself, it must be too obvious, right?" he replied with a faint smile, "Your young mother called me this morning, your father also invited me to meet you if you want to say birthday.Your parents are very kind, huh? they're worried about you celebrating birthdays alone because they're far away now, out of town."

I was a little surprised, although I had guessed from the beginning that they were the one who told and invited this girl here.it was still unclear, however, but I will ascertain what their intentions and goals are here.For sure, I must not be careless until I take a wrong step, do not get too close.

"Alright, once again Thank you. Come home, it's night."

he followed my orders, then he disappeared behind the door of his expensive car. "Hey!! I'll go home first, okay?! happy birthday to you!! The drug!" he said, waving his hand after the windshield opened, then leaving.

"Sir Damian?"

at the right time, Elijah appeared from behind patting my arm.

"Eh, oh yeah?!"

"Is it okay? you guys were out for too long, so I followed. Where's the guest?"

"Had gone home.he said there was other business, he just stopped by to give this gift."

"Well, it's big. What's it all about?"

"Come on, let's go in first. I'm hungry."

We immediately returned to the dinner table, and I enjoyed a special dinner for this heartwarming birthday until the time came, Elijah smiled at me while occasionally glancing at the gift box from Vania earlier which I placed in the corner of the room.

"Sir Damian, what's it like? can't be opened?"

I smiled, because he was so funny, he couldn't hide his curiosity, and this was the trait I liked about him, not an expert at pretending.

"May, let me bring it here, we open it together."

he laughed so much that the laughter suddenly faded away just after the box was opened. His gaze became ponderous and a little bitter, looking at the dashing statue of Phoenix in such a detailed sculpture. the results of the Artist that seems to be made special and limited, there are no copies anywhere.

"What's Elijah?"

"The gift is very nice, very fancy."

"I think it's normal" I said. "The gift of paintings in the newspaper from Elijah, no less good. this I want to display immediately, after buying the frame. let it not be dirty."

"Thank you, Mr. Damian, I will also try to make it better next year from now."

I was so moved to hear her say, "Thank you" I whispered after holding her.