AMETHYST

It has been a week now since the talk with mom and up till now I still feel uneasy about it. Even as Nick reassured that nothing was wrong and I should forget about it, I still felt uneasy.

Right now, I am on the balcony of my room watching the water flow freely in the pool, trying to calm myself and elate my sour mood.

I have not spoken to mom since then. She tried calling but I didn't picked any of her calls nor return any. She even sent a text pleading with me to pick her calls. Currently, my phone which is on my bed is buzzing with her call.

"For how long will you keep ignoring her, moro?" Nick asks, startling me.

"I don't know." I hesitate while speaking.

"Just hear her out. Not all of us are opportune to have moms, you know." He kisses me affectionately on my forehead and leaves.

"Call her." He mouths, using the hand gesture for call. I sigh and pick up my phone to return her call. She answers the cellphone the moment it rings.

"Hello." I say into the phone, releasing a deep breath.

"Celestine. My baby. We are sorry." She sobs into the phone. It breaks my heart to hear her cry this way when she is not even the one who ochestrated the whole thing. Plus, she has made the most efforts to fix things straight.

"I forgive you, mom." She bursts into another fit of tears.

"Please, mom. No tears. Please pull yourself together." I could already feel the moistness in my eyes.

"Thank you. I love you." She says.

"I love you too, mom." Tears stream down my eyes as I say it and immediately cut the call so she does not hear me cry too.

I did feel a little bit better after the call. It seems like alot of burden has been lifted off my chest. I sigh and lay down on my bed as my mind wanders till I find myself drifting off to sleep.

•••••

"Get dressed. Pack lightly for a night's change of clothes. We are going out." Nick says, tossing the blanket off my body.

"Hey. What if I was naked?" I ask in shock.

"Shush. I knew you weren't." He gives me a once over, shrugging his shoulders like it's nothing.

"Where are we going?" I ask, not ready to budge.

"A place you only get to know when you arrive. I'm tired of you sulking. I mentally gave you one week to loosen up and your time is up. So, get your ass up, freshen up and get dressed." He practically drags me off the bed and shoves me into the bathroom.

"Let me know when you're done." He says over closed doors.

"Okay." I reply. I wonder what he has up his sleeves.

I take my time in having my bath and preparing for this mysterious outing. Clad in jeans and a peach colored baggy shirt, I pack a change of underwears and clothes into a small fashionable back pack and head to his room.

Knock! Knock!

He opens his room to receive me. He wore grey joggers at the bottom but nothing on the upper part of his body, exposing his torso.

"Hey, babe." I call out behind him.

"Almost ready. I have been confused on what shirt to wear. Which do you prefer?" He asks me from a variety of casual shirts. I point at the black one because black always looks good on him.

He tosses it on and guides me out of the house not forgetting to throw a goodbye to Mrs. Brian.

"Where are we going?" I ask again.

"Have you heared the story of the cat?" He shoots back, making me confused.

"What has a cat got to do with this?" I ask.

"Curiosity killed the cat. So, patience my cat." He wiggles his eyebrows and nudges my waist with his elbows.

"Spike." I retaliate, referring to gim as the dog who hated the cat in the popular cartoon series 'Tom and Jerry'.

"Daisy." He shoots back.

"Donald the duck." I reply, mimicking the sound of a duck, ensuring to also do the mouth thing.

"Penelope." He smirks.

"You did not just call me that." I hit his arm, resulting to a swift in the motion of the car.

"Just did." He teases with his tongue out.

"Childish much?" I ask.

"Well, I am not the 23 years old." He deadpans, earning a smack on his head.

"Ouch! You wound me, Madam."

"Age is just numbers. What matters is what you've got upstairs." I roll my eyes at him.

"Upstairs?" He laughs.

"Shut up and drive." I look at him sternly while speaking.

"Yes, ma." He does a mock salute and concentrates on driving.

We stop at a restaurant halfway to have some light breakfast.

We arrive at a destination and Nick gets down from the car to open the door for me before blindfolding my eyes.

He guides me through a path till we are boarding something that feels like a boat. I could feel we were on water due to it's floating mechanism.

"Blindfolds off now." He states before taking off the blindfold from my eyes. Scratch that, this is not a boat. It is a Yatch!

"Enjoy what you see?" He smirks.

"I love it. Thank you." I hug him tightly to express my gratitude.

"Lupe will have your bags while we enjoy the cool ambience the water gives." He states.

"Alright." I say. "Thank you." I say to Lupe as I hand over my bag to her.

"So, I cooked." He scratches the back of his head as he hesitates while speaking.

"Wowww. You cooked for me?" I ask, feigning surprise.

"No, I cooked for me." He says, voice dripping with sarcasm. He leads me to the back of the yatch where a table is already set.

"Fancy. Really fancy." He is so sweet and I think I am falling for this part of him, that's if I am not already in love with him.