"Earth to Hinata Marie Smith!"
She snapped out of her reverie and stared blankly at the person in front of her. Her best friend, Yasha, just rolled her eyeballs upward while sipping at her favorite cappuccino. They're seated at the far corner of the cafe, just beside the glass wall, and have a clear view of the front door.
She sighed. They had been here for almost an hour, but her mind was drifting away elsewhere. It had been a month since her wedding day, but not a single day passed by without her feeling more like a stranger than a wife to his husband. Besides, she was always alone in that big house. And if she didn't go out with her best friend, she might have ended up in a mental institution.
"Why don't you go back to teaching? Those children who you've left miss you a lot, and they kept on asking me when you are coming back. Every day, they passed by my classroom and I was bombarded with their questions. You know what's funny? I couldn't even complain because they're overloaded with cuteness."
She smiled while picturing the scenario Yasha was facing every day. In all honesty, she really missed those children she left behind when she decided to get married. It was a difficult decision 'cause she loves teaching inside the four walls of a classroom. However, she felt that it was the most sensible decision at that time. She wanted to be a devoted housewife to his husband.
"I missed them, too. But I am now married. When I resigned, I vowed to myself that I would be a good housewife, tending to my husband's needs. And I can't do that if my time is spent at school eight hours a day. Plus, you know that we always had a bring-home paperwork," she answered.
"Oh, c'mon! Are you sure that you are now living in the present time? 'Cause last time I checked, wives who are at home 24/7 were left in the 19th century. We are now in the 21st century, when women are more empowered and can multitask. Gosh, besty!"
That's the thing about having a best friend. They could always spit harsh realities into your face but you couldn't even harbor a grudge towards them. She really understood where Yasha was coming from, but that's because they're just two different people with different personalities and different perspectives in life.
"Besty, I love him," she answered.
Like those words were already enough to answer everything. She watched as different emotions played on Yasha's face- disappointment, annoyance, and finally defeat. She couldn't blame her best friend, though. She's a martyr in the love department, and she already knows it. But, she still can't help it.
Yasha's eyes quickly darted to the door, and a look of annoyance crossed her face. She was confused for a second because she had her back to the door. But what Yasha uttered next shot an arrow of pain in her heart.
"Great! The person you love so deeply is now walking into this cafe with a woman on his side. Damn great!"
She turned around, and the instant she did that, she felt a pang of regret. Just the sight of them- Zeke's arm was snaked around the waist while the woman's head was leaning on his shoulder- doubled the pain she was feeling. Great, indeed. What a nice day.