The Become A Villain In The Novel
Chapter 22
"CATHERINE WIJAYA!"
Suddenly my body stiffened. Papa is very angry now.
"Until when do you want to be like
this is?" My heart feels squeezed. For a while, Papa's face looked sad and frustrated.
And now I realize, that guy actually loves Catherine.
“I..., i.., I'm sorry,”
finally said. When I looked up, Papa's face looked very shocked. “I...
honestly I'm still upset, and yes, dear money if not a date.”.
What the hell am I talking about?
“Papa why?” my surprise when I saw Papa's shock turned into a serious look.
“How much do you owe? You play gambling?”
How's it?
“Papa say what?” I don't understand at all. Why suddenly discuss debt.
“You're sorry this must be what it wants, right? How much money do you need to pay for it yourself?”
God fucking. I already feel guilty. “I have no gambling debts. How to play gambling also do not know.”
“Terus why do you call it the same money?”
Who is a living person who does not need money? That's not my main reason anyway.
“Not entrepreneurs should annex all opportunities to make a profit,” I replied carelessly. “We are entrepreneurs. Entrepreneurs are natural if they like money even though they are rich.” Duh, I'm getting less clear. “If you don't like money where can rich entrepreneurs.” God, my mouth has the most powerful way to be ashamed.
Suddenly, Papa laughed. Not a very satisfied loud laugh, just a small laugh that didn't last more
from second.
“What are you talking about? You better go home now. You can invite random people again to be a date.”
I don't know what it is, but can I take it as a joke?
“Everything is smooth, Bu?” ask Keegan as soon as I get in the car.
I threw my body into the back seat. “Currently what. Messy balau.”
“What guy sucks?” Keegan started driving her car.
“Very,” annoyed me. “A cocky guy who doesn't even have a mind to tell his date if he's not coming.”
The stiff Keegan was a little surprised. Few enough. “Some reject Mother?”
Keegan this throw but once talk likes to stick in the chest. “What do your words mean? You want to say I have started not selling so the man did not come?”
“Mother knows that's not what I mean,” answers casually. “For almost never has a man been able to reject mother.”
Except that sissy loser Tony Lesmana.
“You licked me again after earlier dropped me to the bottom of the cliff?”
“It looks like Mom is a little sensitive today. Want to eat something?”
I looked at the man. Why is he so annoying now? But damn he's right.
“We stopped by the resto first before going home,” I replied haughtily without looking at him.
***
Plans to adapt some of the novels I had previously chosen were widespread. I don't know. Now everything about me is attracting a lot of people. It used to be so, but now the difference between people's responses is more positive.
“Mother's Hope is ready.”
“Oh yes. Another bit. Soon I'm done,” I said while doing one of the yoga poses. Although I initially did this out of depression with Tony's problems, I'm now used to doing yoga every morning. It becomes a daily routine.
Meanwhile, Keegan who was standing in the doorway just looked on without any interest. He is really a robot and very suitable to be an efficient secretary who will not interfere with the life of the employer. By the way Keegan so diligent like this picked me up at home, drove me anywhere, even to get Shania to take over when she couldn't come, all because of my incident hit the wall. Since that incident I have never brought a car again. Though Cath is known as a high-class girl who goes everywhere to bring her own car. But I don't care. I don't like to drive very much.
“If you haven't had breakfast, have breakfast first Kee.”
“Mother told me to have breakfast here?” The puzzled question made me look at him. I forgot that Catherine would never have done that. But, again, care about the devil.
“Indeed what's wrong with you eating here,” reply me while receiving a towel from him.
“Nothing is wrong, Mom. It's just not reasonable.”
“Well if you don't want to eat at my house. Maybe my house is less sterile so you are afraid of mak—“
“Not so, Ma'am,” rebuttal quickly and managed to make me smile. I was just kidding but the robot took it seriously.
A moment later she was already sitting together with me at the dining table.
“I really don't need to be offered mak—“
“Eat aja!” I said while offering a bowl of cereal.
“Ta—“
“You want me to fire?”
“Good, Mom,” she replied quickly and made me smile. He's really straight.
Next we ate together. We had eaten together a lot before, but we never had breakfast like this. Especially in my own home.
I know this isn't normal, but I honestly need a friend. He has been with me all along. It seems forced just because of circumstances. But still. I feel like he's the person I'm closest to here and the one who helps the most as well.
"Try to see this." I showed her my phone.
"Mom's showing off mom's money to me?"
I'm clucking. His mind about me is ugly. "This is the money Mr. Jonathan sent me."
I didn't expect either. I thought because this date failed I wouldn't get the money I promised. But the venerable Mr. Jonathan turned out to be more generous than he seemed.
"Good," Keegan replied. Making my sense of pleasure for successfully showing off faded instantly. If I turn this table over to him, I don't know if he'll just respond, "Oh, I'm so strong." Then he got up, tidied the table, cleaned the clothes, and returned to his usual calm.
"Have you contacted the author?" ask me to divert the conversation. He will not respond if the domed are only trivial things.
"The plan is today, ma'am." Done it. Point.
I exhaled. He can't be a fun story companion.
***
"We are expecting your arrival as soon as possible. Is correct. Yes, we have all prepared. You just have to come. Well, then."
I listened well to the conversation Keegan was having with the writer I was after.
"Two days left? Lt could. Sure can. Good. Yes, good day."
"So it's done?" I asked as soon as Keegan's phone call was closed. I purposely told him to call the author in front of me because I couldn't wait to hear the progress.
"Yes. He's coming in two days to talk about his novel adaptation."
"Good, good." I'm honestly a little excited. One of my dreams was to make my novel into a movie. But now, I can make someone else's novel into a movie.
"Why?" I asked as soon as I saw Keegan looking weird. "I'm pretty?"
"Not-" he answered quickly.
"So I'm not pretty?" I said with a tone of will to rage.
"It's not so, Mom."
"So what do you mean you say that?"
"I want to answer not 'nothing' but Mom has cut my words immediately."
"It's okay why is my eating like that?"
"No. I just look so happy."
Did ya? Is it very visible?
***
Sincerely,
Dark Peppermint