4 DISASTER DINNER pt.2

Barra had been sitting in front of me with a look like he didn't recognize me at all. His eyes gleamed as the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"You keep watching me. Don't tell me you're after my chicken, huh?" I asked in between eating chicken meat.

"What? No," Barra shook his head swiftly. "It's been a long time since I've seen you eating that much," He smiled broadly.

Oh.

"I don't want to waste any more food. Accept what I've got and stop torturing myself too much by not enjoying life," I couldn't explain what was on his mind, but his alluring eyes had spoken without direct words. They were gazing at me full of admiration and meaning.

I shrugged, broke off eye contact. "It's not a big deal,"

"It's a big deal for me," Barra smiled.

Looking into his eyes, a memory flashed through my mind.

Jazzlin and Barra had been friends for a long time and this was the first time he saw Jazzlin eating much. Usually she ordered salads and the hassle of counting food calories.

Trust me when I said there was nothing wrong with Jazzlin's body. She looked so freaking proportional like a model, then what was the definition of proportionality in her head?

After Barra continued his studies out of city something happened that affect Jazzlin's mental health. She was tightening her diet which of course I didn't get the memory pieces what caused it.

I literally needed to know more about their relationship.

"Principessa?" Barra waved his hands.

I threw my thoughts away.

"Are you okay?" Barra asked.

"God, sorry." I snapped to reality.

"Do you want to have some more?" Barra asked as he wiped his mouth with tissue.

I shook my head. "I'm full," I said then stroking my stomach.

After finished eating, we went back into confusion. It was completely dark outside and it was really bad when not a single vehicle had passed.

I looked at the man next to me who had been leaning against the glass door. Barra looked so relax without the slightest fear on his face.

"Hey, I have an idea. How about we borrow the waiter's phone here?" Barra swung his restless gaze and chuckled at my question.

I shook my head, reminded myself how annoying he could become.

"I already did it. But I don't remember anyone's number," His answer was simple, and he was leaning his head again and then rubbed his eye, twice.

All that flashed in my mind was my own phone number. There was no point in calling my phone when the battery was low and I hadn't charged it yet.

"I didn't see you do it," My eyes searched for his expression because he put on an expressionless face.

"It's because you never care with what I did," His statement was a little startled me. I caught a glimpse of an emotion in those eyes, but it quickly disappeared as if swallowed by the darkness of the night.

"Sorry," I apologized, knowing his mood had suddenly changed.

I was so stumped that I didn't know what else to do other than waiting for him to come up with his ideas, but he just stayed there busy with his own thoughts.

The night was getting darker, it was impossible for us all night at the front door like this.

Just as my mouth wanted to say something...

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting," said a waiter who came out of the restaurant and locked the door.

Barra smirked at me. No wonder he looked so calm, it turned out he had been preparing everything. "Let's go,"

"How about your car? You want to just leave it there?" I bet his car was so expensive.

"I'll tell my man to take it later, but for now the most important thing is we go home. It's getting darker and cold,"

I sat in the backseat, when Barra sat in front with the waiter. "It's an honor to be able to drive the Ainsley and also meet a woman as beautiful as you," His compliment made me blush. "I'm Zohran by the way,"

I saw from the side, Barra's eyes rolled skyward seeing my blush cheeks.

"Thank you for giving us the lift and glad to meet you, Zohran." Barra replied politely.

My naughty idea came up, this one would disturb Barra's peace of mind. "Aww, thanks. You're such a babe-magnet,"

My words were half true, Zohran couldn't be underestimated. His face was cute with his jet black eyes that gave peace to anyone who saw them.

Through the rear-view mirror, I could see Zohran was smiling shyly while Barra wrenched his gaze at me like I was his prey. "What?" I shot him a challenged glance.

"Women," Barra muttered then took his eyes off my sight.

"You guys literally made for each other," Zohran's comment immediately caught our attention.

"No!" I mentally groaned.

"What?"

We yelped at the same time.

"That's what I meant by made for each other," Zohran chuckled.

"Well-" Barra was about to say something, but I quickly cut him off.

"We're not!"

"When two people say something at the same time, it means they're in love—" Zohran refrained from adding when both of us stopped him. "Shut up!" We said at the same time again.

"Again?" Zohran guffawed quiet loudly.

"Stop following me!" I literally peeved.

Barra swallowed down his frustration. "You're the one who keeps following me," He declined.

"What?" I pressed my lips ready to throw a tantrum. "You're the one who keeps following my words, idiot!" I said through clenched teeth.

"Do you really think I can read minds?" Barra groaned.

"I can't read minds too! Then why the heck you telling me that I've been following you?" Rage nearly consumed me.

"Umm— guys, I-"

"Shut it!"

Zohran immediately closed his mouth as we snapped at him simultaneously.

I looked away at the window glass, as well as with Barra.

"I promise I—"

"I said shut up, Zohran!" I was so emotional that I was lazy to hear the babble again.

"But, I—"

Barra interrupted him as well. "Didn't you hear what woman behind you've said?"

Poor Zohran.

I took a deep breath, trying to remove the debris of exasperation. I tried to restrain my thoughts, throwing away all the anger that was stuck in my chest. My hands were still clenched a little.

If only Barra wasn't attractive, I would've scratched his face. But rather than being scratched, honestly his face was more pleasing my eyes.

I leered at him who was now folding his arms as a pillow behind his head. His eyes closed. He took a deep breath like he was letting out his irritation. His face was soothing as his facial muscles relaxed, looking so comfortable in those position.

My expression softened at the sight of his innocent face. But you wouldn't want to know how annoying he could be when those eyes opened.

"Sorry guys, but since earlier I wanted to ask where I'll take you? Whereas I've never know where you live,"

Barra's eyes opened one side, peeking. I let out a roar. "What a day," Luckily my heart was calmer.

"That's what I've been wanting to ask," Zohran smiled groggily.

"So we were just going round and round?"

Zohran shrugged. "I just took you guys to wherever my mind told me. Sorry,"

"Never mind, It's Mayler Avenue." Barra told him.

"I know that famous avenue,"

About fifteen minutes later we arrived in front of the mansion. I thanked Zohran and walked straight inside, still on my gloomy mood. As for Barra, I didn't know what he was talking about with Zohran before he went inside.

Rose Ozza was standing right in the living room. The dinner was over, and I saw none of the guests.

Seeing the wrinkles on my mother's forehead, as well as the lips that were already wrinkled made me sure she would pour out her anger for what I had done.

"I'm sorry, mom." I apologized first before she opened her mouth. Her face was radiant, vertical wrinkles appeared between those eyebrows just as she smiled. I was silent observing my mother's face who smiled like sunset. Did I see wrong?

"What are you sorry for? I'm happy because you can express what you feel, what your heart desires." I blinked for a few times seeing my mother showing her peaceful smile in front of me.

Relief brought a smile to my lips. A memory popped into my head. Since childhood, my mother had always justified my actions if it was because of Barra. Huh, that was explaining everything.

"Thank you for accompanying Jazzlin." Her eyes were fixed on someone behind me.

I turned around just to found those hazel eyes burning over my face. His intense gaze was steady and I wondered if he could really read minds, for sure his gaze seemed to know all the thoughts in my brain.

"My pleasure," A smile of joy and satisfication lit up on his face. "I'm sorry I didn't ask your permission directly," Barra said politely.

One thing I liked the most about this man was that he never stopped talking politely when around people except me.

My mother responded with a nods. "You don't need to be sorry, I am lucky enough to have you in my daughter's life."

Lucky? Rose Ozza seemed like took the wrong word. Luckily was far away from me when I was near this devilishly handsome man who could stop my breath and killed me with those deep stare.

I had a lot of bad luck all day, my cookies was spilled, the car broke down in the middle of nowhere, what's else later?

Barra was just spreading his smile hearing my mother's speech.

"Now both of you better take rest now. It must be tiring,"

Barra smirked at me before he left the living room.

"Oh yeah, I saw you two being given a lift from someone else, didn't Barra bring his car?"

I shook my head and replied boredly when the incident came to my mind again. "Barra's car broke down," I gave my mother a forced smile before leaving her to my room.

For some reason I missed my orphanage. My friends and my nannies there. A five-years ago accident completely changed the course of my life, replaced all the life arrangements that I had prepared for my future.

Who knows that my life was that short? In the middle of adolescence I died without at least a little success that I achieved.

After I thought I got a second chance, what I got was living again as another woman. The woman who was given a better chance of living than me but decided to end her life.

I accepted the way of life that was given to me. I believed if something wasn't created for us, then by itself it would go away at any time from our grasp. Life had its own consequences for every step and decision we took. So I'd marked myself from now on that I'd cherish my reborn and being a complete Jazzlin Ozza.