Sorry for disappearing for a few days.
In fact, these days I occasionally viewed your comments. However, I thought you might feel disappointed. The reason why I came here and continue to post the story today was because things had changed. And, I felt that I was getting farther and farther away towards a terrible direction.
First of all, let me tell you about the follow-up last weekend.
I found my father"s door locked, so I was perturbed to send a post. After that, I ran to the third floor to find my grandma. After all, my grandma was at home every day. Maybe she knew the truth.
Then I found out that my dad and my grandma had been in conflict with each other.
At that time, I pretended to be simply surprised and asked my grandma, "Why was my dad"s door locked? It was unlocked before, wasn"t it?"
...Ah, I was not pretending, just surprised with it! And I had every reason to be surprised. I didn"t know why I would be guilty.
Well, it was hard to say. This was another topic. Forget it!
Having listened to my question, my grandma gave a cold hum.
Imagine it! My grandma did that as if she was the Empress Dowager in the TV series, who would do the same thing when her son, the emperor, did not listen to herself.
Having seen her face and listening to her tone, I knew that I couldn"t stay here anymore.
My grandmother was an able woman. I was a little afraid of her. When I saw her looks like that, I couldn"t ask again. Accompanying with her for a while, I was ready to go.
Suddenly, she asked me, "XX, am I too selfish?"
When people asked such questions, they wanted to be given a negative answer.
So in order to make her feel better, I shook my head and said firmly, "Of course not." Besides, I mentioned many evidences to prove that this argument was true.
These similar words I said were usually quite helpful. And after listening to my words, she would smile and feel better. But at that time, instead of laughing, she just said that she had done a lot of wrong things, and people around her would leave her one by one. Hearing that, I felt a bit sad.
Having said this, she asked me, "XX, you won"t leaving me, will you?"
I said immediately, "No, I won"t."
She said, "Your dad is gonna move out."
I said nothing but feel confused.
But why?
Instead of answering my question, my grandma said that she could not control my dad anymore. And she mentioned that my dad"s fate made my grandpa died. Even she was gonna weep bitterly. At last, she wanted me to be a spy. After my dad moved out, I had to stay close to him and report to my grandma about how he was doing.
I had no choice but say "yes" to her.
So, it was my dad"s quarreling with my grandma that made him lock the door.
So childish he was! I couldn"t believe that he could do that, which I did only once at the age of 12.
Let"s talk about new situation.
This Monday morning, maybe it was being with his best friend that made my dad be in a good mood. So he sent me to college personally---by the way--- together with his friend.
I had to say that everyone would doubt my dad"s s.e.x orientation after seeing the picture as follows.
Then, they were sitting in front with laughing and talking. My dad was busy driving us, so his friend fed him a tea egg. However, I didn"t know it was too hot or his friend didn"t hold it steadily, or he did it on purpose. As a result, the tea egg was dropped to my dad"s t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es！
Sorry, what I meant was the crotch.
Then I saw that his friend touched my dad when he picked up the tea egg.
I couldn"t believe that he would touch my dad!
And my dad didn"t say anything about it.
They continued to talk and laugh, talking about finance and economics on that day.
Oh my G.o.d! I was not blind, ok?
How shameless they were!
Alas, I still felt that they were shameless until now.
Then, when I got off the car that day, I happened to meet my roommate and his girlfriend. So they greeted to my dad.
You knew, my roommate was deeply attracted by that "girly girl". Maybe I was quite angry that day, so I told my roommate the truth on impulse.
Of course he didn"t believe it at first. But there were a lot of photos of my dad on my phone. After comparing a lot of photos of my dad with that "girly girl", he believed it finally.
I thought he would be hit by the truth, So I felt guilty and intended to treat him a big meal.
But he was much more tenacious than I thought. Yesterday, he had accepted the fact and had a new dream.
That was, he wanted to be close to and get in touch with my dad.
Well, what he said made me feel uncomfortable, so I asked him about his plan.
He said, "May I go to your house once?"
But it was no use. After all, my dad moved out of our house on Monday afternoon, according to my grandma.
Noticing that I was silent, he asked again, "How about having dinner together with your dad?"
...Come on! My dad, a bossy president and a second-generation rich, was a young entrepreneur who had been on the XX Rich List for three successive years. He was too busy to have a meal with his son"s cla.s.smate.
My roommate was so young and innocent.
I shook my head.
Actually, my roommate was kind to me. But now I had broken up his dream. So I felt sorry. Thinking for a while, finally I promised him to fulfill his wish.
At the moment, the best chance was to celebrate my dad about his moving into a new house...
Why did I feel that I was treacherous when I wrote this sentence? I was supposed to go there, right?