Chapter 2 Savanna Return

I went to the nearest past food. There are quite a lot of people because it's summer season, so there are a lot of people walking around the mall.

After ordering, I looked for a place to sit, and fortunately there was a seat available around the corner. So I smiled before approaching the empty seat. There were many people standing waiting to be seated, but they didn't notice the seat here in the distance. I sat down and comfortably waited for the order. I had a number with me so I put it on the table. But I noticed that there was another number on the table, so I frowned.

"Why is there a number here? Maybe the one I brought is wrong!" I took it and turned it over before turning back to the counter where I had ordered earlier. "My order is taking too long!" I whispered to myself,

Later, a waiter came to my place. Took the number that I had just turned over.

"I've been looking for your number for a while, ma'am, I'm sorry it took a while," the waiter apologized,

I raised my eyebrows because that number is not mine. He put the food on the table but I immediately stopped him.

"That number is not mine! That's not my order," I said to him, which surprised him a lot.

"Whose is this ma'am?" this is also a question,

I was about to speak when someone suddenly spoke behind the waiter.

"That's mine!" I heard a baritone voice, so the waiter and I both turned.

I was impressed by the man who spoke.

"Sir, is this yours? Oh sir, I'm sorry!" the waiter apologized again.

"Yes. I was just cringing for a while, when I came back someone was already sitting in my seat," he said while looking at me,

"You?" I exclaimed, after recovering from the shock. The antipathetic man, look at the size of the mall, I think he's staring at me now.

"Excuse me?" the man asked me,

"I mean, are you the one sitting here? Sorry. I didn't know it was already served. Alright, I'll just find another place." I stood up and took my number, but he spoke again.

"No. It's okay, we can share a desk." He sat right in front of me, so the waiter just continued to place the food he ordered.

"The arrogance of one!" I whispered to myself, I looked around hoping that there might be another vacant seat, but I didn't see any. So I just sighed before sitting back in the chair.

After the waiter put down the food, he left. So the antipathetic man left us, I looked at him. He behaved very modestly and seemed to have a taste for food. When I looked at him, he suddenly looked at me, so our eyes met. I immediately panicked, I averted my gaze from him. I just turned to the counter where there were many crippled people.

What do I feel, why does it seem tense when I'm in front of him. Besides, why do I seem nervous? What is it about this person and I feel different when I see him.

"Are you alright? Are you hungry?" he asked me which irritated me even more. What does he think of me, starving?

"What? Are you talking to me?" I asked with raised eyebrows,

"Do you have someone else next to you that I can't see? Okay, never mind!" he said while turning to his food again.

What the hell! This man really hates me! After snobbing my beauty... the girl is even better at talking to me. I would have kept quiet but I saw that my order had arrived. The waiter placed my food in front of me.

"Thank you," I said to the waiter,

The waiter nodded before turning to leave. Rick glanced at me and looked at my order.

"What? Do you have a problem with my order?" I'm asking here, it's a good idea because you just saw a woman who is strong when she eats. Two rices, an order of dishes, a dessert and a coke. What's wrong if I eat two orders of rice?

He was stunned for a moment, before turning back to what he was eating. That's why I mumbled and arranged my food to start eating.

"There's nothing to say yet, just keep looking!" I whispered, I glanced at him for a moment and saw him smile while eating. Well he is really handsome, especially when he smiles.

I'm not like this, but why do I seem to chew a lot? I feel like Rick and I are feeling each other out, who's going to screw up first. I keep getting hungrier, hanging on to my food because I can't enjoy it.

When Harvey is with me, even though I eat a lot of food. But why do I feel ashamed of this antipathetic man?

A few minutes ago, the antipathetic Rick finally finished eating. He wiped his mouth with a tissue before taking out his cellphone.

Is this monster still not going away? Is he really going to use a cell phone? In my annoyance, I pierced the meat before I ate it. Rick glanced at me, but I glared at him.

"What's wrong with you?" this question to me,

"Nothing! Why is there a problem if I eat like this?" I made my mouth even bigger and took another bite of my meat dish.

It shook its head before standing up. "Okay. I'm leaving so you can eat properly." He stood up and left me.

"He knows! But he really intended to stay longer. How antipathetic!" I whispered to myself annoyed,

I lost my appetite. It took me a few minutes to finish the food I ordered. I got up and went back to the condo, to drink the wine I bought there. I poured the new brand I bought into a glass, but I didn't like the taste either, so I just opened the usual whiskey and drank it.

"Tomorrow, I will see the mansion that I own. I can't accept that I can't get it all back. And especially... I can't allow myself to not be able to get back at you Cynthia! You took life, so I will charge life too! And since your son is the only one left here in the Philippines, he will be my priority so that you can feel how it is to lose a loved one. But before I do that, I will first get the treasure that I should have gotten a long time ago. I should own everything. You are not worthless people who just came back to grab Don Roberto's wealth." I drank the wine again, crying as I stared at the picture frame on the side of my bed.

"My parents would still be alive, if not for that demon Cynthia!"

Flash Back

I was running in the mansion's big garden with a smile, chasing after the butterfly that was flying among the flowers planted by the mansion's maid. While I was happily running, Don Roberto was smiling at me. He is in a wheel chair because half of his body has had a stroke.

"Don Roberto, look! I caught a butterfly," I said smiling to the old man as I showed the butterfly I was holding.

It can't speak, so it can only smile.

Later I heard a voice calling my name.

"Jamaica, son!" Mama shouted, I turned to the big balcony and saw Mama waving there, she was holding juice.

I also waved before shouting. "Mama, I caught a butterfly!"

"Son, bring Don Roberto here first, and it's time for him to take the medicine," Mama ordered, which I immediately obeyed.

I released the butterfly before approaching Don Roberto.

"We have to go inside, because we are going to give you medicine," I said here,

The old man growled and shook his head, he didn't seem to want to go inside because the inside of the mansion was quiet and sad.

"We can't not go in, because you have to take medicine. So that you can get well soon and we can both play," I said kindly before I pushed the wheel chair into the mansion.

I served as Don Roberto's friend, since he had a stroke and stopped staying at home. Papa took over the company temporarily, because Papa was Don Roberto's personal assistant. Because it considered Papa and Mama as real children.

Don Roberto was left by his daughter who moved abroad because she went with her boyfriend from Brazil, he disappeared for several years that's why he didn't know that Don Roberto had a stroke.

Mama is the daughter of Don Roberto's ex-girlfriend. It took a long time before Don Roberto found out everything, so he was happy when his loyal assistant's son was probably his ex-girlfriend's fiancé. Because Don Roberto's wife died in childbirth, that's why he raised his daughter Cynthia alone. But after graduating from college, she broke up with her boyfriend and hasn't been back and forth. So Don Roberto's world revolved around business. Even so, even if Don Roberto was alone. He considered those close to his heart as children. Just like Mama and Papa, he took turns with his children. The don also thought that my parents would bequeath the wealth that he would leave when he died.

A few months ago, Don Roberto's body was getting stronger. That's because of the help of Mama who tirelessly takes care of Don Roberto and me who always makes him happy. His daughter Cynthia suddenly appeared. It came back not only alone, but with this child whose name I didn't even know because when Cynthia arrived she wasn't even introduced to her grandfather. He was immediately let inside the mansion and looked for his room to rest. While his mother, Cynthia, approached Don Roberto with a smile and said nothing.

"You are still alive my dear father! I thought you were dead, I still expected that when I came back I would be in charge of the mansion and the company. That's okay, because I'm back home. I will take care of everything. I know you can't do anything else, because you're going to wobble!" he said with a loud laugh.

I was afraid of what I heard, because I was the only one there and with Don Roberto. I could see how Don Roberto was afraid of his own son. Until one day, I just found out that we were being evicted from the mansion. All the servants and guards in the mansion were replaced. Even in the company, Papa was also fired who was working honorably. We returned to our farm house and lived there quietly. But one night, I heard my parents' conversation.

Don Roberto has passed away, and tomorrow we will visit to express our condolences. I was surprised by what I found out, because when we left it was still fine. I cried when I knew that the person who was close to my heart was gone.

A few days after Don Roberto's funeral. Cynthia called my parents. I came because I was bored at home, I also miss the mansion and the memories of me and don. But our going there was the last day I could be with my parents. At the back of the mansion, Cynthia beat my father there. While my mother had her hands tied and was screaming to stop beating Papa. I was on my knees, held by another of Cynthia's staff. Papa could hardly move, because of the bruises on his body. Cynthia just smiled as she watched the violence. Until it ordered to kill my parents. I heard gunshots one after the other, at the same time Mama and Papa fell on the grass.

Flash End

I sobbed, after everything was fresh in my mind. I clenched my fist, while furiously chanting Cynthia's name.

"I will kill you Cynthia! I will kill you too!"