What happened?
She was in a daze through the whole travel from school to the house,
ignoring the soft voice of the little girl trying to engage her in a
conversation.
If memories served her right, her parents had married for love when they
were mid-twenties. And for a time, she thought herself one of the girl most
fortunate people in the world.
Who knew that her paradise would be shattered?
Her father, one day, brought back a child, stating she was his daughter.
That he just recently learned about her. Her mother had been furious and left
home to her father’s delight, certainly. Like this, the man said that there
wasn’t anyone to take care of the new child with him being constantly at work,
so, he brought home the other woman too. Learning that, her mother came back,
feeling that her marriage was on the line, wanting to fight for her home and
contrary to everyone's expectation, refused to talk about divorcing.
Eyria understood that attitude of hers way later when she grew up. Ayleen
née Enias was raised by conservative and quite archaic thinking like parents,
for who, divorce wasn't an option. Her own father, after all, was the one who
asked her to go back to her husband and her stay at home mother had supported
this, saying that everyone could stray once but she must fight for her place.
As the woman, she was to be gentle, forgive and forget, making so that he won't
stray again.
Not only did they imply that it was her fault her husband cheated on her
for neglecting him, they even encourage her to raise the bastard child. When
she was young, Eyria really loved spending time with her maternal grandparents,
but older, their company just gave her headaches for their generational gap led
to multiples disputes. In a fit, she asked her grandfather if he cheated on her
grandmother and if this was the reason they were condoning her father’s act.
Were they her mother’s parents of her father’s? Her grandmother had slapped
her, and ordered her out.
Like hell it was possible for that failing couple to live as they suggested!
Mother, under her parent’s dissuasion returned home to that broken
marriage, trying to mend it back. Her father didn’t voice out a divorce either
and the new woman didn’t stir that much trouble. A sort of agreement was set
apparently between the three adults. Eyria didn’t know about the details.
They stayed in that uncomfortable position for a year or so. Who knew what
the man thought by this but he later adopted a boy, as though the situation
wasn’t messy enough as it was.
It caused her mother to go ballistic again. Around this time, her aunt was
a frequent visitor of the manor, and each time, the women would end up shouting
at the top of their lungs. Aunt Ayl’sha was like the black sheep of her family
and the only one actively trying to convince her older sister to put a stop to
this insane marriage. Nonetheless, her sister refused to heed her words. After
one of their endless fights, her aunt had wanted to take Eyria away and leave
but Eyria was adamant. She wanted to stay with her mother and no one else.
Afterward, aunt Ayl’sha never set foot in that manor again.
When it was confirmed that her father was really planning to make the boy
he adopted his successor, her mother would constantly fight with him. In the
end, her father initiated the procedure of divorce and the matter dragged on
for years. Ayleen was unwilling to let that woman have the privilege of being a
wife ever. Forever, she would be a mistress, and her poisonous child would
always be illegitimate. Those were the words her mother had once said to her in
anger when Eyria asked why she couldn’t let go.
A child version of that illegitimate child was in front of her right this
moment –instead of being dead-, with that wronged expression on her face since
Eyria refused to acknowledge her.
Clarinda.
She was a girl who could cry at the drop of a hat.
If there was someone that Eyria hated more than her father’s mistress, it
was his bastard child and even more than this child, she hated her adopted
brother.
Callen.
He was sitting on a corner not caring about them both.
What exactly was happening here? Weren’t these people dead? Wasn’t Callen
in jails? Was she going mad after all this pent up frustration she felt for all
these years, was it finally gnawing on her brain?
Just, what happened to her?
They arrived at home and it was really like back then.
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