After the argument, observing the environment was not good at all. I slightly slid to the corner of the seat, glancing out through the window. My breadth was steady, soft at the same time. He squeezed his hips which were trembling badly.
"What is going to happen?"
I mumbled, sliding his finger on the car's window nervously. Why I am feeling dread. I don't get it. Everything feels so unfamiliar. Why mommy and daddy fighting and why mommy was angry. Why! Why! Why! And what about 'rid'. When daddy starts to talk to me with that tone. Something is weird but I don't get it.
My stomach growled, I was hungry and I hadn't eaten since last night.
Mommy notices me and gives me a glance from the back view mirror as to whether I am going well or not. A flicker of softness showed on her eyes.
I didn't notice it at that time. The silence was long and dark.
On the way I noticed a stall, a triangle shaped thing and on top of it cream? With different colors what it is?
That time I saw an ice-cream shop for the first time and I like it now too.
Then I look at it more desperately, but not able to touch it just watching from far. I don't have the courage to ask permission or ask them to buy it. But my mind was full of curiosity and it finally swallowed my thoughts. I want to eat it! A decision was made.
I looked at my mommy and daddy in the front, and in my shock mommy was looking at me at the same time. I don't know if she was looking at me for so long or just turned her eyes around and I caught it. Yep It is my chance! I widened my eyes in excitement and sparkling brighter than the sun itself—gaining attention more. A big smile forms on my face, I point at the stole as saying 'I wanna eat' I sign fully know I am gonna get it.
But Mommy turned his face to the other side like she didn't hear or didn't get it.
"Mommy? What is this? I want to taste it."
I said, my smile fell because of the reaction. Then Mommy looked back at me and carried a genuine smile on her face.
She grinned and tucked my daddy's sleeve, "Honey, I want to eat it too. Let's take a rest and enjoy ourselves, together."
Daddy glanced at my mommy once, and answered, "Okay, honey. Wait a second." A big smile formed on his lips with a little blush on his ear.
Daddy's anger and the tense vibe was already gone; When I saw daddy was argumenting with my mommy, I couldn't believe it at that time. It was impossible! My daddy's voice is always soft, gentle and low sometimes when he gets angry, or in command but I didn't see him shouting like a mad man.
Ah~! Thinking about it gives me chills. I rub my hand on my skin and take a deep breath.
Then daddy took a U turn because we left it a little further but why do hard work when you can find it in the way anyway. Forgot about it!
I smile and look out the window with a new kind of happiness. Leaning on it and resting my head on the car's window. I want to open the window, I think and slide my finger on the glass while the sunlight falls into my face. My eyes were sparkling.
After seven minutes of riding,
Mommy, Daddy and I were standing in front of the weird kind of looking stall but delicious, I think.
I see so many colours on the cardboard with design, styles and doodles. There are drawing cartoons too. I grin and tuck the daddy's sleeve—curious. What is it? Brown one. Purple one. Pink one. Yellow one and so on.
"Daddy what is this?"
I pointed at the menu and name which were in weird words then daddy came to his knees and leaned closer.
"These are called ice-creeam. It is sweet and cold."
"Hm… ice-cream. It's ice-cream"
"Yeah. that is what i am saying, daddy. ice-creeam."
"And what is this?" I point at the different colours ice-creeam, my eyebrow lifting quickly while hearing the compliment about this. I want to taste it even more than before.
"I want to have a brown one."
Daddy looked at my eyes which were wide and glowing, my lips were falling apart—drooling.
Daddy turned his face, scratched his neck and stood up.
The ice-seller grinned. He is fat with a bushy and long mustache covering his face.
"What do you need, gentleman."
The older man with a big build said while his smile was wide spread on his face.
Daddy looked at the man and down at me, grabbing my fragile finger—still drooling face. Daddy's corner of his lips lifted.
"Give me a chocolate one." Then his gaze landed on mommy who was in the car, watching her phone.
"Honey! What flavour do you want?"
Daddy shouted, his voice was softer than the argument one.
Mommy got out of the car while wearing her black glasses. She takes a few steps and is already in front of me.
Out of nowhere she lifted me up into her arms, wiping the drooling from my face, "Silly, brat." She said and looked at daddy, "I want vanilla."
Daddy gives an absurd look at my mommy like why is she becoming friendly around me who hates me so much. But he doesn't pay attention at all that time.
Daddy stretched his neck and added, " two vanilla too."
Daddy took the ice cream from the seller's hand and walked to the car where mommy and I were already in the car, chilling in the back seat.
"Here it is."
Daddy said and handed the ice-creeam to mommy and me.
I hold the cone and start analyzing how to eat it. I turn my face toward mommy. She tears the paper from the ice-creeam then looks at me with confusion saying 'why are you not eating' look clearly showing on her face.
She noticed something and took the ice-creeam from my hand and tore it and handed it to me again and said with a gentle tone, "Lick it or eat it. It's your choice."
Daddy glances back and notices the so-called poker expression on mommy's face, he smirks and thinks. She can't hide it anymore but it's too late for… After he shut himself for thinking further, feeling sad.
If we weren't in these situations I think that day would never come when I have to say goodbye to my own blood.
Hiro finally thought and started the car.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Author note:-
I am going into seclusion. I am coming back at 17. My exams are here and this time I am cooked for sure.
Take care and enjoy the reading!