KATALINA
The Villa we live in is in the suburbs and quite some distance from the city. I will be resuming college in two weeks, and Huracio even spoke of getting me a new car. Getting a house registered in my name was something that came out of nowhere.
When we went to visit the place, I was shocked. It is just a 10-minute drive from school in light traffic and about a 15-minute drive during rush hours.
The house is a two-story duplex with two bungalow attachments. It was located in a gated community that is considered upscale in this city. The main house has seven rooms. Three rooms on the first and second floor, and two on the ground floor. It came furbished, but he wanted me to add my personal touch since it is mine.
Though I have changes I would like to make, there wasn’t enough time, so I decided to just focus on the kitchen. It had no gadgets whatsoever.
To grow my relationship with Rosa, I got Huracio to invite her to go shopping for kitchen utensils with Emilia and me.
Walking through the home appliances section of the mall, we bought a lot of things that were to be delivered to the house later.
Surprisingly, Emilia and Rosa got along quite fine, making me feel like a third wheel. Rosa’s Nun-like demure eased into the normal Mexican mother’s eager and energetic aura the moment she started picking up utensils and running them by Emilia and me.
Once she discovered that I had no idea what to buy and that Emilia was the one making final decisions, she simply ignored me, relegating me to the sidelines. They discussed all sorts of pots, pans, and plates. From there, they started talking about cuisines. This then led to them discussing what we would have for dinner and what we should take to our new neighbors.
After hours of shopping pots and pans, I finally had enough and got rid of her. Once she was gone, Emilia and I then went to the fashion section to continue shopping, changing our wardrobe for school.
“We don’t need much anymore. Let’s just buy more shoes and accessories.” I suggested. “After that, we just need to stock your pantry with lots of snacks.”
“My pantry? Do students have pantries in the dormitory?” She asked, looking confused.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Huracio said you can move into one of the bungalows. The one on the right side is the cutest.” I beamed at her, expecting her to jump up for joy.
“You want me to move in with you?”
“No. I asked Huracio and he said you could use one of the detached apartments. Since the place is closer to school, you don’t need to spend money on accommodations anymore. Isn’t that the best alternative?”
“What then happens to my house?”
“You can rent it out. Isn’t that great?”
“No. I am not living with you.”
“You are not?” I stopped and stared at her in shock. It never crossed my mind that Emilia would reject this great offer.
“Why?” I blurted out, slightly angry.
“I… ” she stopped and shrugged. “Forget it. I am not moving in.”
I watched in confusion as she walked ahead of me, continuing as if she
didn’t just refuse a very good offer, a token of my well wishes.
I have been back from the sudden honeymoon which led to me standing her up. She wanted us to meet several times during the last week, but I was wobbling like a duck and didn’t know how to explain it to her.
I was yet to figure out how to explain the honeymoon and the new ring when Huracio suddenly gifted me with a house. Overexcited, I forgot about my reservations and called her the first chance I got. She came to see the house and from there, we decided to shop for Kitchen utensils.
Seeing how happy she was when she found out that I now owned a house, I thought she would be happy to share it with me, therefore her rejection stumped me.
What do I do from here? How do I handle this?
I reluctantly followed behind her and we quickly finished the shopping as an invisible tension hung in the air.
After the shopping, I watched her leave in her car after which I decided to visit the restroom.
“Here you are bitch.”
I was washing my hands, about to leave the restroom when the door flew open and four stunningly dressed girls stalked into the room.
Hearing the harsh words from the one who seemed to be the leader, I turned around, thinking they were addressing someone behind me. But there was no one there. It was just us.
“Are you talking to me?” I asked in surprise. I didn’t know the girls. Why would they address me like that?
The four girls walked into the room in steady, calculated steps. Their faces were pretty, but the malice in their stern eyes was chilling. I know intimidation when I see it, but their aura was really oppressive, making me feel uncomfortable.
Feeling threatened, I took a step back only to hit the wall. No shit. This is bad.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked in confusion.
“I should be asking you that question.” The leader sneered. “Who are you, and what is your relationship with my boyfriend?”
“Your boyfriend?” I gasped in shock. “Who is your boyfriend? Why will you think I know him?”
“She is good.” One of the girls chuckled.
“Girls, please. I am a married woman. Look!” I lifted my right hand showing them my ring finger. “I am newly wedded, and there is no way I would be cheating on my husband without knowing about it, right?” I darted my eyes from one girl to the other, making sure they understood my words. I then turned to the leader. “I really don’t know your boyfriend.”
“Married?” They whispered in confusion. But the leader shook her head, suddenly looking more angry than before. “There is no way he would get married and I wouldn’t know!” She sneered in an alarmingly dangerous-sounding voice.
She then stepped forward, getting in my face.