CHAPTER 14
Amara spends two days in her room, completing the painting.
On the morning of the second day, she found herself wide awake staring the ceiling lost in her thoughts.
Last night, she once again had the same nightmare but this time, it was not just a nightmare, she saw Kaelith in her dream, as her knight in shining armor.
Her feelings for him were confusing and yet she couldn’t understand them wholly.
The next day was warm and sunny unlike the last few gloomy days and she was more than ecstatic to roam in the gardens.
"This is so much fun!" Amara giggled.
"Is it now?" Martha said looking over at Amara. The young girl looked so carefree and happy. Once again today, Martha had tied Amara’s hair in a braid bun, but today there were no flowers. She still managed to look ethereal and angelic.
"I wonder when they’ll grow," Amara pouted looking down at the freshly planted plants. Martha rolled her eyes.
"They’re still babies. Just like people they also need care and nurturing to grow." Sweat beaded at the back of her neck at the hot rays of the sun.
Amara knelt beside a row of flowers, her fingers brushing against the petals.
Amara bunched up her dress once more as the beige dress now looked brown and dirty. "Just like you." Martha tossed the stem aside.
"I am not a baby,” Amara emphasized still entrapped by the beauty of the flowers. There was something about them that drew her to them. She liked spending time outside rather than sitting in. Also, it was a kind of exercise for her legs to get better soon.
Both of them spend another hour planting the flowers. Tiredness and exhaustion wrapped around them both when she heard light footsteps coming their way. Before she could raise her head, she sensed his presence.
Amara was stopped by his deep voice.
"What's going on?" Kaelith stepped forward, his dark eyes immediately finding hers. The bright sunny aura suddenly turned chilled cold. Martha pretended not to see Kaelith and quickly bowed her head.
Amara didn’t even realize when he got here. He walked like a panther, so stealthily and without any sound.
"Umm...we were just...planting some flowers." Amara motioned to the newly sowed seeds and stems. Kaelith tilted his head as his eyes looked at her from top to bottom before extending his hand to her.
"Come out." With a confused expression, Amara blinked at his extended hand. Kaelith looked over at her, the dirty dress and dirt on her face.
Adorable.
"My hands are dirty." Not knowing what to do, she looked down at her dirty hands. Kaelith ignored her words and instead stepped forward.
It didn't seem like it bothered him. Amara gulped unsurely before placing her dirty hand on his.
Kaelith gently pulled her out of the soil.
Martha looked confused and startled. Kaelith was someone who hated skinship, he was quite reserved when it came to his personal space, Martha had never seen Kaelith with even a single speck of dust or crease on his clothes but now he was letting Amara place her dirty hands on his not being bothered how the soil was also ruining his clothes.
The big bad mafia leader looked swooned by the little Angel.
Martha was surprised yet decided to remain quiet. Kaelith was one of the clean freaks. The man made a fuss finding a single strand of hair on his expensive Armani suit, but here he was holding hands, not to forget the soil.
"Let's get you cleaned, I have something to tell you," Kaelith mumbled getting her attention. His voice was overly soft and gentle; unlike the time he talked with his employees. There was an underlying tension in his words. What did he want to talk about?
She peeked over her shoulder at Martha and shared a look with her. Reading her stance, she waved her hand.
"Okay." She let him lead the way. Her hand intertwined with his, and she wondered if Kaelith was always this kind.
Of course, he was. Not even kind, but he was also considerate when it came to her. Sometimes it confused her why he was taking care of her when it should be Rafael’s responsibility.
Despite losing her memories, she knew Kaelith was someone she could rely on emotionally. But why did it feel like something was missing? Like a big part of her past life? Something beyond the memories and those horrific nightmares.
She frowned.
Instead of leading her to her room, Kaelith led her to his. Her hand tensed in his. Kaelith sensed her discomfort and gave her an assured smile. He opened the door with his free hand before locking it from the inside. He let go of her soiled hand and motioned to the bathroom.
Not having any choice, she slowly moved to the white doors. Opening it, she found a large spacious bathroom with a jacuzzi in the corner and a large mirror wall. A sink cabinet and a mirror.
It was bigger than hers. Taking her time, she washed her hands and wiped the soil off her face.
When she opened the door, it was to a pacing Kaelith.
He stopped when he heard it creak open and inhaled deeply.
The tension between her started bubbling.
Awkwardly she scratched the back of her neck. What did he want to talk about?
"Are you hungry?" He asked out of concern.
"Is there something you wanna talk about?" she asked.
"I have something for you." Kaelith walked to the couch and that's when she noticed a Chanel bag sitting there. He grabbed the bag and walked to her before passing it to her. She blinked at the bag with utter confusion and thrill. What was it? She dared not to look inside.
"What is this?" The bag felt light in her hands. "A dress.”
"A dress? For what?" She asked with a confused thrill. There were dozens of dresses in her wardrobe why did he bother to get her one?
"Yes, it’s your anniversary day after tomorrow, isn’t it?" He said with a straight face and jealous heart. He didn’t want to do this. But for the last time. Rafael begged him to let him meet Amara for the last time.
"What?!" she almost yelled when he let out a small chuckle.
"Rafael will be coming tomorrow." Rafael’s name left a bitter taste on his tongue. He hated this. All he wanted to do was take Amara somewhere where no one could find them. To whisk her in the embrace of oceans and breeze.
Kaelith expected to see a smile on her face, but when her lips lowered. He frowned.
"He is coming?" Her shoulders slumped, and her eyes down casted. She should be happy, ecstatic and dancing. But what was this inexplicable feeling? Why was she feeling as if….
Kaelith phone rang, pulling both of them from their thoughts. Amara got her clue and hugged the bag to her chest before walking out the door with a heavy heart.
Once she was gone, Kaelith picked up the phone.
"I did my part of the deal." Kaelith sensed a long pause. And then he heard Rafael’s weak voice.
"I get it… just two days, I’m not asking for much." The other line stilled before Kaelith heard his brother shuffling.
"You better keep your part of the deal, little brother, cause if you try to betray me, keep in mind what you have at stake," Kaelith said darkly. Rafael swallowed hard.
"I will not go back.”