Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Flowers again.

It’s been three days after that whole incident. Things had been relatively back to normal, Koel had left the morning after, and this was the third time in a row that Chris was sending flowers to apologize. He said he would keep doing that till he was able to get off the House duties, then come to her and make all the lost moments up to her in a grand style.

Today’s bouquet of flowers was abundant.

Red roses.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us to Ubia?” Her Mother asked, rushing around the room.

Her parents were going on a trip once again, only that this time it wasn’t majorly for business. They planned to have fun along the way. Ivy was happy about that.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Take this to the car,” her Mother said to one of the helpers.

“I’m sure. I have things to do here.”

Ivy set the flowers aside and flopped on the sofa.

“Like what? Not go to work? Invite more men over who make great tea and call them ‘just friends’? Get this unending roses delivered to your doorstep?”

Well, she would never hear the end of this.

“Not that I’m complaining, if all these will get you married soon.”

“I have a job, Ma.”

“What job?”

“At the restaurant.”

“You don’t even have a real posi– get this luggages too. Take the two boxes, okay. Maxwell, come and talk down senses into her.”

“Coming, Hon!”

“I don’t want to go to Ubia with you.”

“Why? I have to introduce you to some Investors’ sons. You’ve seen their bodies, this time around you’ll hear them talk and decide if they have a brain.”

“Who’s home?”

A high pitched voice called from the door.

Aunt Alice in her signature outlook.

An overflowing dress to kill, an hat large enough to shield the whole world from the sun, a face caked with make up, and jewelries everywhere.

And yes, her dark sunglasses.

Not to forget, her ever growing confidence.

Ah, Aunt Alice was just a mix of different things.

Good and bad.

“There you are, Halma. I was thinking you’d come late,” then her mother added, giving her a pointed look, “as usual.”

“To Ubia? Are you kidding me!”

Aunt Alice hugged Ivy’s father briefly in greeting, he returned the quick embarce. Ivy hugged Aunt Alice in greeting, who then went to kiss Ivy’s Mother on her cheek, she was quick to pull away, not a fan of these type of action. Aunt Alice knew this and she had done that purposely to tick her off. She considered it fun.

“Do you know how many hot guys I could find on the beach? How many sugar boys I could be the mummy to. No way, I’m missing that, Luisa.”

Ivy looked up from where she was once again seated on the sofa at the mention of that name.

That name was a kind of inside joke for them. Ivy had tried to hack the joke for years but she never got it.

“You fought with him again, didn’t you?”

Aunt Alice scoffed.

“Pablo is a useless man. It’s been 15 years, yet he is still asking for kids, he knows I can’t have kids, he knows that he can’t have kids too. We are perfect for each other but that useless prick won’t let me have peace.”

She paced around, careful with her steps despite how mad she was.

“Has hospitality died or something? Why haven’t I been offered a drink yet?”

Maxwell nodded.

“Sorry about that. Tequila?”

“Perfecto!” She winked at him.

“Coming right up.”

Then he disappeared into the kitchen and soon he was back.

“Pablo is a very useless man.”

It wasn’t anything new to hear Aunt Alice go against her husband like this. They were both in a love-hate relationship. One minute they were together and in love, the next they were with other people and hating each other.

Ivy had no idea why they were still together or how they did it but they did it anyways.

Ivy was sure if something though.

They needed help.

“The argument was heated. Thank you, Maxy.” She collected the glass cup from him, taking her tequila in a gulp, then setting it down on the side table, the ice cubes in the cup, clicking together.

“Is this the last box? Take them all out, right to the car. Did you bring your car, Halma?”

She shook her head.

“I couldn’t get the keys, Pablo hid them.”

Her Mother sighed.

“Take Halma’s things to the car too.” She directed the helpers.

“I hate him. He is out with some whore and I’m not going to stay inside that large prison and cry my eyes out.” A wide smile plastered across her face. “I need to take the D from some legal young blood, you get me?”

Ivy’s parents had adviced Aunt Alice and her husband to go for therapy several times, they refused. In fact, her Father had once drove them there himself, glad throughout the ride that he had been able to convince them to take this step. They left him in the car, went into the building then took the back door, ordered a ride and went to two different places where they claimed they were needed.

Her poor Father discovered hours later that he had been tricked. He still offered to drive them back days later.

He had a heart of gold. Too much gold.

“You are just shameless,” her mother tsked.

“Shamelessly rich and sexy. Woohoo!”

“The mirror is not your friend,” her mother tackled.

Her Father said nothing, he didn’t fancy getting into these types of conversations between Halma and his wife.

They continued brickering till the helpers came by and told them they were set to leave.

Her parents turned to her to say goodbye, surprising Aunt Alice who had thought she would be coming along.

“Aren’t you going to Ubia?” Aunt Alice asked Ivy, who was still laying on the sofa. We might spend a month or so.”

“No.”

“You girls planning on doing something?” Her voice was filled with curiousity. “Elsa said no too.”

“She did?” Ivy’s Father asked.

Aunt Alice nodded, her voice growing distant as they headed to the car hurriedly not to miss their flight.

Yeah, Elsa was back too. As usual she hadn’t told Ivy about what happened at the meeting but from her actions, Ivy deduced that things hadn’t gone bad. She wondered why Chris was not yet back though.

A car door slammed shut, snapping her out of her thoughts. She waved them goodbye, heading back into the house but Aunt Alice’s voice filtered to her ears even as they started driving away.

“She never turns down an offer to go to Ubia. The reason was what I found the strangest. She said she wanted to get a job.”

Damn! That woman’s voice could wake up the dead.

Soon enough, the gates were shut.

They were gone and she went back inside.

If only Ivy knew what was awaiting her that night, she would have just followed her parents to Ubia.

But she didn’t and ignorance was bliss.

Or was it?