Aretta & Secrets

The story of Aidan

It took a few minutes until Aidan finally calmed himself down. And according to what he said he began to tell his life story.

"I was born and raised in this city. I am also an alumnus at High School who now changed his name to Maru High School. My childhood was as normal as any other child just then I was born as an only child. Like an only child in general, I also feel lonely. Until one day I ventured to ask my parents for a little sister. The two of them are a very wonderful couple as both are not reluctant to express their feelings of love to each other.

"In the following year, my mother was really pregnant and we and our family were very happy because of this good news. At first everything went well but when the day of birth came, something wasn't right." Aidan's face instantly turned cloudy and it was seen that if he had held back this feeling for long enough, it seemed that the incident had truly been a crushing blow to him.

"From what I saw, my parents were dependent on each other. Even the two never separated and Papa to work freelance in order to be at home with Mama. And this is when Mama will finally give birth to my future sister. When I got to the hospital I was asked to wait outside first. I didn't go in either because I was waiting for the right moment. But somehow the longer the atmosphere in the room felt increasingly quiet until the sisters out of the room."

I can imagine the situation where Little Aidan was waiting in the hallway of the Hospital with a face full of impatience. He waited for his little brother to be born in the world.

"Suster told me that my mother had complications and that she could not be saved in the end. I was shocked and there was no information about my sister-to-be. How I lived my life without my mother. I was only 7 years old. My feelings grew even more chaotic when I saw Papa coming out of the room. His appearance was already messy his face was also deathly pale with eyes that were very puffy. Papa said that my sister also died. It was the most painful day for me because I had to lose two family figures at once in one day."

I looked at Aidan very closely from my seat. Even painful stories can be smoothly told even though 15 years have passed as if the incident had just happened yesterday. I saw him standing up from the chair and moving towards the dispenser. After drinking she sat back down, this time she chose to sit beside me.

"After the incident, many food shipments came to the house. Maybe the neighbors knew my father was being shaken and it was impossible for him to worry about me. But all the support provided by them did not make Papa back up. Papa lives like a person who loses his sense of purpose, because circumstances that do not improve what kind of attitude makes me become more mature than children my age. I'm also required to take care of Papa. Fortunately, Oma came on time when our food supply was running low." Aidan rubbed his face, it seemed that the incident was the turning point for the growth of Aidan now.

"You don't have to tell me that it's still hard for you to tell," say reassure him. But he disagreed and was determined to continue his story. I could only squander because he wanted to share his story.

"Until one day I was required to go back to school. Oma also had to leave so only papa was left at home. The morning when leaving school Oma had advised me to go home as soon as I was done to check the condition of Papa who was still shaken. Papa too often missed his lunch," The silent Jeddah used Aidan to sigh softly, "and you know what I found when I got home?" His voice trembled, "I found Papa already sprawled with blood surrounding his body. Papa committed suicide by cutting off his wrist."

I could feel the pain that little Aidan was going through. It must have shaken him a lot because he lost all his family members in a very, very short way. Moreover, her father's departure seemed very inhumane to a little child like Aidan.

I held out my hand to hold her. I didn't say anything but I was trying to channel power for him.

"I'm thinking of you again" he whispered and it created a tickling sensation in my stomach. Suddenly my heart was racing and I felt my face warming up. I don't smile miserably and turn her body to face me.

"Aretta" he whispered as his hand lifted and touched my face. He slipped my son's hair behind my ears, just like the Lord did to me. But the gesture that Aidan put out looked gentle and not creepy.

He grabbed the back of my neck and brought my face closer to his, but the memories that the Lord had left me a little traumatized. I froze in my place but it seems Aidan didn't notice it.

I used to think about kissing Aidan but it was just my wish and I never wanted it to happen. Because I respect Aidan. He was not only a teacher but he was also a good friend who was always by my side when I needed encouragement.

But now he seems to have the same thoughts as me but the difference is he is more courageous to realize it.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle touch of her lips with her hands behind my neck. It feels different and it feels softer. He stopped his action and stuck his forehead to my forehead after a few minutes. Aidan's eyes were closed in frustration. His hand slipped from my neck and the next second he moved away.

I hate this feeling. A feeling where I feel rejected. I immediately got out of my place and went out.

I should not let lust rule my mind. I don't want to have an awkward relationship with that guy, but unfortunately my emotions and my mind are not working well

I used that opportunity to clear my mind. I turned around to look inside. I saw him turn off the front room lights and turn on the back lights. It seems that he does not feel disturbed at all.

I immediately pulled out my phone and texted Gio. Asking him to pick me up. He immediately replied to my message and he said he would be there in less than twenty minutes. That opportunity I used to think. I still can't figure out why Aidan kissed me and didn't say anything afterwards. It really bothers me and frustrates me.