"You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful-or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn't work out the way you once wanted them to."
"Yeah mom, on our way to Bangkok. Yes I remembered...yes..." I laughed after my mom insisted that I have enough...'toiletries' for Thailand (as if it was some large forest with bushes and shrubs as toilets with leaves as toilet papers), "I love you, even when you are reminding me if I have enough maxi pads. I do. Yeah Cecilia says hi by the way...hand you over okay fine." I looked towards Cecilia who was using this dispensable phone she got the moment we landed two days ago, texting and grinning like a teenager. Huh?
"Cici My mom wants to talk to you." As she was sitting, she lifted her hand to answer.
"Yeah...hey, well we miss you guys too. Well don't tell my mom anything. She doesn't care anyway...no I am being fair enough..." she lowered her voice, "yes she is right next to me...okay" then she stood up and walked towards store somewhere. I didn't pay that much attention anyway. Probably trying to surprise me since my birthday was the last week of November. Well surprised. Gotta love the effort though.
She didn't look that pleased with what my mom was saying. She looked my way then hastily turned her back to me. Disagree on the cake later ladies!
After a couple of minutes she came back and handed over the phone, with- what I thought- was a sympathetic smile. Huh?
"Is something wrong?" the natural obvious question to ask.
"No Jilly, everything is fine. Just fine, don't worry."
"Well I wasn't. Now I am. What's wrong Cecilia?"
"Hey I think I spotted a Nutella stand nearby. Wanna be kids again? Well Nutella isn't for kids, but the adding we'll add will be childish, how about it?"
"Cecilia as alluring as that might sound, but I am not a child to be diverted from a certain subject by bribery. What. Is. Wrong?"
She looked at me baffled. Not baffled but rather at a loss of words. Did someone die? Did some terrible accident happen? She had bad news and hated to be its bearer. I couldn't help but want to sob. What was so awful that she wasn't able to compile the news into words?
"Cecilia the suspense alone is driving mad, what is it for goodness sake?!" I practically yelled.
"It is not that terrible. It is just saddening that's all, why would I even want to tell you? Can't you just forget about it so we can enjoy ourselves the rest of the journey?"
I looked at her in an I-think-you-know-I-won't-let-this-go look.
"It's Zen he's..." WHAT ZEN? WHAT HAPPENED? "No nothing wrong he's just fine. It's just...he's getting married."
"I know Cecilia. That's what follows after being engaged." I sarcastically remarked.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know." She smirked.
"Cecilia seriously how many times have you read that book?" she was having that fever every woman I know is suffering from. The fifty-shades fever.
"Well as long as they entertain me, many many many times." With a wink.
"You are hopelessly trying to change that subject are you? It's not working you know."
"I am losing my touch." She paused then was all serious, "he's getting married...next week."
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Escaping The LoopChickLit
At 28, Jillian realizes that her seemingly perfect life is a continuous mundane routine. she is fed up with conformity and wants change. Along the way, she battles depression, gets nostalgic, falls in love, and realizes that life and living happen w...