“So we were just making a fake conversation?” She was impressed the way he twisted conversation, just to get what he wanted.
“Maybe…maybe not!”
Shelly opened her mouth to protest, but close it as sooner. “Then, will you be strong enough to face your life?” He demanded. “Life is not easy, Shelly. It asks for lot of patience and hard work. Are you ready to try life out?” He stood, still waiting for her answer.
Shelly missed these kinds of speeches. Only her mother was able to tell her these things. A confounded question-actually. She walked closer to the porch and halted. "I'm hungry." she walked back inside.
Breakfast was delicious. She never knew that her Aunt Martha had the culinary talent. The scrambled eggs and chocolate pancakes she made were really good. “How did you do that?” She was impressed. “I mean, I know my Aunt, she might be a loving mother, but it comes to discipline and house chores she would run for the hills!” She broke into a silent smile.
“It was high time she understand her responsibilities.” He crossed his arms as he sat back on the coach. “From now on, they will do what they meant to do…and you will do what you have to do.”
“What makes you think that I will do whatever you want…?”
“Who said to do what I tell you? For god sake you have your own privacy….” He halted as soon as he realized what he said.
“Really? Do I?” She frowned at the latter.
“That’s completely out of contest…what I mean is that do whatever you want to do.” He was embarrassed. She could say it.
“Whatever, I want to do?” She whispered, feeling twinge of pain, mixed with happiness in her nerves. She was never asked that she is free to do whatever she liked. Thousands option flashed into her mind, she was confused now. What she wanted? She had so many things she wanted to try out. “What do you suggest?” She asked sheepishly.
“Whatever you want?” Vlad smirked at her. “Although, I can show you a few more moves, you must be bored trying it always, it’s the same thing over and over again…” Shelly frowned at him. Although she wasn’t sure about what he was talking but she knew that he was going to crack a joke on her. “You see, there’s this move, where you bend down and using the tip of your fingers you try to reach down to you’re…”
“STOP…Seriously!” She felt another bashful heat invade her…and he was feasting his eyes already! “You are enjoying this don’t you?” She broke into frustration. He laughed heartily. Of course he was enjoying himself!
“So?” He broke the awkward silence between them. “What do you want?”