Chapter 4 4

"Psalm! Don't you ever turn your back on me," she yelled and pulled my wrist.

She gripped my wrist tightly so that I could go up. I moaned in annoyance before I faced her.

"I'm tired-"

"You won't take that course!" she shouted.

"I'll do anything I want, Auntie! This is my life!" I shouted back. Her grip was too weak that I was quickly getting back my wrist. "Where I am free to decide on my own! You are just my auntie! Sister of the one who gives me birth, I don't want to be! Don't try to lead my life because you won't succeed!" I strongly remind her.

I know I'm too harsh on her, but I want to warn her. Guilty covered me fast when I saw the tiredness in her eyes. She massaged her template.

"I'm s-sorry..." she was stuttering; she slowly sat down on the chair of our dining table. There she pulled herself together. "I'm not trying to rule your life, Psalm."

I smirked sarcastically. "What do you call what you said earlier? You were not suggesting when you said you want me to take that fucking course-"

"Because it was your father's dream... to become a doctor." my eyebrows suddenly straightened at what she said. "I thought you wanted his attention, so..." she sighed violently.

She sounds so tired of everything.

She stood up and patted my shoulder. "Get dressed. I'll cook our dinner," she added and entered the kitchen.

I was left here, trying to process what she said. She wants me to take pre-med to get Papa's attention? But I want to become an Engineer! I dreamed of that when I was a child! Yes, I want my father's attention because I'm longing for it, but not this way. I don't want to force myself because the result won't be good.

Damn! This is even more complicated than the multiple-choice exam!

I was distracted when suddenly someone touched me.

"Who's going to climb with you on the stage?" I looked behind and saw the brattiest student in our school; she diverted her gaze to my Aunt Sarra for a moment. She arched her brows, waiting for my answer.

It's our graduation day, and the event was held in a hall near our school.

I was tired of her immaturity. "Does it matter, who's who?"

"Of course. It's our special day so a special person must also hang our medal. After all, you're a valedictorian." She smirked at the behavior of Aunt Sarra and Aunt Juliette, who were now talking on the phone. "And I don't think they're special," she laughed teasingly.

I'm done with her childish act.

"Special or not," I reached out to her ear and whispered. "It still doesn't change, Kyla, that I am superior to you; always, remember, second is the first loser," I smirked evilly at her and slowly approached my aunt.

The wind blows the end of my gown and the inner dress I wore. I'm wearing a black high low skirt that Sarra prepared. It was just the dress she bought that was sober, not too vulgar the chest.

I stopped when I saw my aunt screaming on her phone. I stopped.

"The kid is asking for attention, not me," she stopped and looked at the phone. "Fuck! Naomi!" she shouted while panting.

Who's Naomi?

They couldn't see me because I was barely hidden in the pole near them. Aunt ran her hair with her hand; she was frustrated and tired.

"I think Cain won't attend his daughter's graduation. That bitch, Naomi!" Sarra was trying to embrace her. "Are you okay, Juliette?"

Auntie closed her eyes tightly and then slightly massaged the bridge of her nose. It was clear that she was tired of asking for my attention.

"Tiresome," she took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'll find another way," Sarra shook her head. "Come on; maybe Psalm is already looking for us."

I don't know where I'm sad right now, my dad's promise that he'll go on one of the days I've been waiting for the most, but he doesn't come, or the sadness because I can't fulfill my dream course.

If it weren't for my aunt, I wouldn't be able to see my father. I am very grateful to her; she carried me for 18 years like her own daughter.

Maybe this time, I'll be the one to fix my relationship with my father. I don't want to be a burden anymore. Perhaps I'll take that path. The path that she wanted for me.

The ceremony went well, but I was preoccupied the whole time. Neither my aunt's treatment of me was different, cold. I understand that, so I let her; I don't even know when she was like this.

After the graduation song was the picture taking of each section and awardees afterward, I'm too tired of my thoughts to smile, so sometimes I just sniff my response to them when they greet me.

I flinched when somebody squeezed my elbow while taking off my cap. It's just Henry.

"The usual Psalm, wearing her poker face," he laughed.

"Thank you for congratulating me,"

"You're welcome!"

I rolled my eyes at him and walked closer to my aunt; I could feel her following behind.

"Can you please discard that face?" he smiled widely when I looked at him.

"Discard your face first," I grinned again.

He is just trying to change my atmosphere by annoying me. Well, that's him.

"I'm serious, Psalm!"

"Well, I'm serious too!"

"Psalm!"

"Henry!"

"Fuck you!"

"My middle finger salutes you too."

I laughed; he fucked up. That's also our routine, he annoys me, but he will be the one who gets upset. I was stunned to see who Aunt Sarra was talking to. I know who brings him here! I stopped walking and was irritated by Henry.

"Why did you bring that here?" I angrily asked her while pointing out Anzai.

Annoying! Okay, I wish he was just quiet at the time!

"Huh? Who?" he asked in astonishment. Of course, he didn't know what happened the other day. Didn't Anzai tell the story?

"Anzai!" I sighed.

He blinked. "It's only here that we met," then he shrugged.