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10.34% Mending The Broken Heart / Chapter 3: Comparing games

Capítulo 3: Comparing games

ALANA POV

As I am presently on leave, I have resolved to prepare a delectable breakfast for Jake and Dad. Later on, they are scheduled to head to the bank for a security briefing. Despite my profession as a veterinarian, my father never ceased to impart his knowledge and expertise in the field of banking management. It is apparent that his abiding wish is to witness his children collaborate harmoniously.

 

The prospect of working at a bank has never held any allure for me; my passion lies with the animal. Pets,farm and wild animals have always held a special place in my heart, yet I have yet to bring one pet into my home. The thought of being separated from them or experiencing their passing fills me with a sense of unease. Accordingly, I devoted my time to tending to the needs of other beloved animals and selflessly offering my services as a volunteer at the local shelter during my designated day of respite.

 

Cooking has always been a challenge for me. Since my mother's passing, my father has been incredibly indulgent, and I have never been required to lift a finger in the kitchen. As a result, I have become quite accustomed to being pampered like a princess. As I assemble my breakfast this morning, I hope to convey to them that I am doing well. It is my sincere desire to alleviate any concern my father may have for my welfare.

 

As Jake made his way to the kitchen, I could sense his presence behind me. Ignoring his arrival, I continued to whistle a tune while deftly cracking the eggs directly onto the sizzling pan, preparing a delicious sunny side up breakfast for our father. Aunty Mei loomed beside me, her hands hovering over the spatula as if drawn by some invisible force. I couldn't discern her intentions, but I noticed her hand darting forward and then retracting several times.

 

"Lana…here let aunty Mei do it" her face looks uneasy and I can see she keeps peering on the pan.  

 

With a delicate touch, I gently smacked her hand.

 

Confidence surged through me as I declared, "I've got this!" There's a sense of pride that wells up within me as I watch the edges of the eggs in the pan begin to take on a delectable crispiness. A sense of self-satisfaction spread across my countenance as I presented to them the eggs that were sizzling in the pan.

 

"Do you even have the necessary expertise to carry out this task with confidence?"

I felt Jake's presence behind me, his gaze fixated on the eggs once more.

 

"I am confident in my abilities and know exactly what actions to take."

JESUS!

The question that arises is, what could possibly be the matter with everyone? With a watchful eye, I reached for the slender plastic spatula to deftly flip the eggs as soon as I noticed the edges taking on a tinge of brown, rather than the desired golden hue. As smoke began to billow and oil sputtered onto the cooktop, a sense of panic overtook me. The flames licked at the surface, threatening to engulf the entire area.

 

As I endeavored to execute a culinary maneuver with the finesse of a seasoned chef, I found myself under the scrutiny of onlookers, much like a panel of judges on a cooking competition show. Alas, in my pursuit of culinary excellence, I inadvertently spilled scorching oil onto the open flame, igniting a fiery spectacle within the pan.

 

With a piercing scream, my frustration boiled over as the eggs sizzled and burned on the cooktop. The shrill sound of the fire alarm only added to the chaos of the moment. Jake sprang into action, deftly leaping onto the kitchen counter and frantically waving his arms to disperse the smoke that had triggered the detector. Meanwhile, Aunty Mei swiftly grabbed hold of the pan and rushed it over to the sink, expertly turning off the stove as she did so.

 

My heart was still racing as I flashed an awkward grin towards Jake and Aunty Mei. "Wow," I breathed, "that was intense." Their gazes bore into me with the laser focus of seasoned detectives on the trail of a cunning criminal.

 

With a nervous chortle, I took slow steps backwards, my hand waving at them in retreat. My eyes remained fixed on Aunty Mei, who seemed poised to lash out at any moment.

 

With a chuckle, I toyed with the idea of whipping up breakfast for the group, my hand absently scratching my head in contemplation.

 

Her eyes narrowed as she considered the statement before her. "Hmmm," she murmured thoughtfully.

I turned around swiftly, catching a glimpse of my father's beaming countenance as he observed Aunty Mei and Jake, who were still casting furtive glances in my direction. As he was greeted by the clutter I had created, with eggshells strewn about and a stack of dishes piled high in the sink, he simply shook his head. As soon as the fire alarm ceased its blaring, Jake sprang from the countertop. His suit bore a few unsightly oil splatters, and the unmistakable aroma of fried eggs clung to him. I crinkled my nose in disappointment, realizing that my attempt to showcase my culinary prowess fell short in comparison to the exceptional skills of our beloved housekeeper, Aunty Mei.

The room fell silent as Jake playfully ribbed me with the question, "Does Connor know you're not exactly a culinary master?" All eyes turned to me, and even he seemed to hold his breath for a moment. The kitchen was abuzz with activity, yet an eerie silence pervaded the air. Perhaps he regretted bringing up the possibility of Connor's continued presence in my life, as if the mere mention of it was enough to damn himself.

 

As Dad's gaze fixated on my brother, his eyes widened in alarm and he snapped, his attention fully captured by my sibling who appeared to have been drained of all color. He was consumed by guilt, his gaze imploring and heavy with remorse as it met mine.

 

"JAKE!" The sound of Dad's voice was grim, causing shudders to run through us. With a stern expression, he admonished Jake for his choice of words.

 

"Dad," I pleaded, my voice quivering with emotion. "He didn't mean it. But it's going to take some time to adjust." Despite my resolve to stop shedding tears for someone who willingly disrespected me, I felt them welling up once again.

 

It was evident that Jake was experiencing a great deal of distress due to his own words.

 

"I assure you, there's no need to worry about me. I'm doing just fine," I managed to convey, though it felt like all I could muster at the moment. Attempting to feign wellness and recovery would only serve to deceive them temporarily, until they ultimately recognized that I am still struggling.

 

With a heavy heart, I made my way back to my room, leaving behind the demands of work and internship. The occasion that had brought me here was a wedding, but it was bittersweet as we were meant to depart for our honeymoon today.

 

With Karina's assistance, I was able to successfully reschedule my honeymoon cruise. Perhaps, once my internship concludes, I will finally be able to take a well-deserved break.

 

With each step, the weight of my footfall seemed to increase, as if the very act of ascending the staircase was a burden too great to bear. I hesitated at the top, my hand resting on the doorknob, unwilling to venture out into the world beyond. There are those who may shy away from inquiring about the entire debacle, but I find their sympathetic glances to be quite irksome. It only serves to reinforce my own sense of tragedy and misfortune.

 

I've refrained from checking my Facebook or Twitter accounts in order to avoid becoming fixated on discovering the identity of the woman with whom Connor was unfaithful. The mere thought of stumbling upon her social media profile would inevitably trigger a cascade of comparisons, scrutinizing her physical appearance and professional achievements. As I stood alone at the altar, abandoned by Connor, I couldn't help but feel inferior to her. Her ability to leave me in such a vulnerable state spoke volumes about her superiority.

 

As I recline upon the bed, my gaze fixates upon the ceiling, pondering whether I possess the fortitude to confront him, should our paths cross. The mere thought of being accused and mocked by the community is enough to shatter me. At the clinic where I am employed, all pets are brought by their respective owners. It was common knowledge among all my clients that I was soon to be wed. Those who are currently unaware of the matter will inevitably become acquainted with it in due time.

 

Karina once shared with me that she has been in a relationship with Jake since their university days. She also imparted some wisdom, encouraging me not to concern myself with the opinions of others.

 

It is a little-known fact that one's concern for the opinions of others may not arise until they are incessantly bombarded with demands for justification.

 

I abruptly sat upright, overcome with discomfort. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged my knees, succumbing to a childlike fit of weeping. I couldn't help but wonder if I truly paled in comparison to HER.


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Capítulo 4: Struggle

ALANA POV

A full week has passed since I was abandoned at the altar, and today marks the final day of my respite. My days have been consumed by slumber, returning the items from our registry, and shedding tears of heartbreak.

 

Despite my best efforts to hold back, tears streamed down my face without restraint.

 

After enduring days of feeling broken down, I finally allowed the hot shower to caress my skin. I had spent most of my time behind closed doors, reluctant to emerge. I express my gratitude towards my father, Jake, and Aunty Mei for kindly declining the visitation of my family members, thereby alleviating the pressure that I have been experiencing. They provided me with the essential breathing room to heal and restore myself. With only a two weeks remaining in my internship, I have been contemplating my next move. Upon completion, I have set my sights on relocating to the bustling capital city.

 

It's not a matter of simply erasing him from memory or suppressing emotions towards him; the sentiment runs far more profound than that. He was the sole connection I had to any meaningful relationships or friendships. The city loomed before me, a stark and unyielding reminder of my personal disappointment - the failure to enter into the sacred bond of marriage.

 

The statement is quite amusing.

 

A dear friend from my university extended a gracious offer to me recently. She kindly proposed a position at one of the clinics where she is currently interning. The clinic in question is owned by a veterinarian who will be retiring this year. In light of this, the owner is actively seeking a replacement veterinarian to oversee the day-to-day operations while under his supervision.

 

The matter has not occupied much of my mental space, for I am uncertain whether my father will grant me permission to depart. Undoubtedly, the situation will prove intricate for him. Nevertheless, I am resolute in my decision to embark on a new journey, seeking a fresh start in a locale where my status as an unwanted bride remains unknown to all.

 

I stood in the shower, vigorously scrubbing away the grime of the day. My hair was matted and tangled from hours spent lying on the bed. The arduous task of untangling my lengthy locks was quite the challenge. I searched through the cabinet, my fingers sifting through the various items until they finally landed on the cool metal of the scissors. With a firm grip, I carefully snipped away at the locks of hair, ensuring that they were trimmed to the perfect length for washing and brushing. Tears streamed down my face as I pondered my own weakness. Why couldn't I possess the same unwavering determination for revenge as other women, who seemingly forget their former fiancés in the blink of an eye? In the novel, I came across a depiction of individuals who, in an attempt to overcome their heartbreak, resort to marrying someone as a form of retribution.

 

In this moment, I find myself consumed by a deep sense of misery. The desire to cleanse oneself and lather one's hair is overwhelming, yet the task appears insurmountable, let alone any potential counteraction.

 

Contemplating the prospect of embarking on a new physical pursuit, I find myself pondering the merits of kickboxing. Is it possible for me to confront him physically? Oh, how I pray for divine intervention! All I desire at this moment is to cleanse myself with a refreshing shower.

 

Karina has suggested that I meet with one of her esteemed colleagues, a psychologist, in order to help me sort through my emotions. While her intentions may be well-meaning, it seems that she may also be attempting to set me up on a blind date with this individual.

 

With a courteous tone, I declined the offer, recognizing that love can be as unpredictable as the beating of a human heart. At this juncture, I find myself preferring the solitary lifestyle, envisioning a future where I am the proud owner of ten feline companions and reside in a remote and secluded abode.

 

Emerging from the steamy confines of the shower, I hastily donned a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, eager to join my companions for dinner. My appetite had been suffering as of late, owing to my stubborn refusal to venture beyond the confines of my abode. Instead, I had been subsisting on a meager diet of chips and soda, pilfered from my secret stash in the refrigerator.

 

As I made my way down the stairs, I overheard my father's plea to Aunty Mei to prepare a tray of food for me. However, their actions came to an abrupt halt as soon as they caught sight of me standing at the foot of the staircase. My hair is fashioned in a chic, short bob style. Admittedly, I took a rather impulsive approach to the cut, resulting in a potential asymmetry. However, my primary objective was to alleviate the tangles in my matted locks.

 

"Ah, my dear girl, how stunning you look with your new short hair. It brings back memories of my own youthful days, when I could effortlessly sport any hairstyle. Oh, to be young again and have such versatility in fashion!" Aunty Mei reminisced, lost in her thoughts. With closed eyes, she appeared lost in a reverie, reliving a cherished memory.

 

"Aunty Mei, it seems unlikely that you were able to style short hair during your youthful golden era."

Her response to Jake's joke was less than favorable. With a roll of her eyes and a disapproving harrumph, she expressed her dissatisfaction.

 

"What knowledge do you possess?"

With a hint of reluctance, she proceeded to recount her days as a belle of the village and the coveted title of beauty queen that she had earned during her school years. It was evident that she was keen to avoid any potential criticism as she spoke. Her history was littered with the remnants of discarded suitors, each one having failed to capture her heart.

 

"Have you turned down suitors in the past? It's curious that you remain single".

Jake's cheerful laughter abruptly ceased as a foreboding shadow loomed over him.

 

As he gazed upwards, Aunty Mei's hand suddenly closed around his ear, causing him to cry out in pain.

 

The absence of joviality and camaraderie among us is palpable, leaving me with a yearning for its return. Aunty Mei, my mother's cousin, has dedicated her life to caring for us since my mother's passing. She had never tied the knot and her sole desire was to witness our maturation into adulthood.

 

On several occasions, I proposed the idea of a union between my father and Aunty Mei. However, she staunchly declined, stating firmly that she would never betray the memory of my mother. It is evident that her love for us is sincere and that her desire is solely to fulfill the role of a maternal figure in our lives.

 

We proceeded with our dinner and engaging discussions, as though the events of a week prior had never transpired. It was precisely what I craved - an absence of pitiful glances or commiseration. As I surveyed my surroundings, everything appeared to be in its usual state. With a hopeful heart, I approached my father with the request to depart from our current abode.

 

I set my cutlery down on the table and quenched my thirst with a refreshing sip of water, hoping to alleviate the sensation of a lump lodged in my throat.

 

With trembling hands, I summon the courage to face my father. "Dad, there's something I need to tell you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

 

He paused mid-bite, his attention now fixed solely on me, while Jake and Aunty Mei watched on with keen interest. A thoughtful "hmm" escaped his lips.

 

"The allure of the capital has captured my imagination, and I find myself yearning to relocate there.Before you decline, this is something I truly require" ... I implored with all my might, but my entreaty was abruptly truncated.

 

"Okay" ..  

 

"Did you give your consent? "

My mind was left in a state of bewilderment. The task at hand proved to be quite effortless.

 

"Lana, I am aware of your need. Does my distance from you please me? Naturally, not. But, Dad loves you the most!"

 

"What is the most?"

Jake lightened the mood with his playful inquiry, "What about me?"

 

As Dad chuckled, he remarked, "You can be quite a pain in the ass" In response, I playfully stuck out my tongue and gave him a thumbs up.

 

Jake: ~….~  

 

"I have a friend who is in dire need of quick cash as his penthouse is on the brink of foreclosure. I would like to offer this as a gift in exchange for your Dvm License. Your presence during holidays and celebrations would be more than enough for me. Perhaps Aunty Mei could accompany you to lend a hand with your household tasks."

 

"Dad…As an adult, I would be delighted to have Aunty Mei visit me but I insist on being independent," I declared.

 

Lana," Jake side-eyed me, "you can't even cook.

 

With a fervent plea, I clasped my hands together and implored my father to grant me permission to embark on this new endeavor.

"If I have the skill to perform surgery on animals, surely I can acquire the ability to master the art of cooking and household chores. Please, Dad. I beg you"

 

After a brief moment of contemplation, he gave a nod of assent, allowing me to proceed independently.


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