I wasn't sure how to describe how the funeral went, I mean how would you feel if someone you loved so much is been buried considering the fact that you weren't the last person she saw before she took her last breathe, there were no parting words no nothing.
I am heart broken, battered, and yet for some reason I still had mixed feelings that I know she would return. For me it was like those days when she would black out and won't speak to anyone for sometime, I would miss her like I am feeling now and then she returns to calling me by her sister's name.... Monica.
That reminds me, aunt Monica amongst others came for the funeral service as well. She was different from what mummy had actually described her as. I pictured her to be someone like me who is free spirited since mum normally call me by her name but when I looked at her at the cemetery.
I felt the reason why she never responded my messages each time I tried to contact her for the sake of mum was because she just never got it. Aunt Monica is rich with several bodyguards at her beck and call. Aunt Monica also seemed like someone who had lived her whole life working and working that she had forgotten about family, she was unfeeling at the cemetery where my mom was laid.
I actually expected her to cry her eyes out like the others did---- even though I know some where actually fake. Aunt Monica was actually mom's best friend when they were small, so I felt she could've shown a bit of emotion. She also didn't even stay for long like the others and had left immediately she came.
Anyways, I am still glad she came.
The whole house was filled with memories of her, from the living room, dining room, kitchen and even her room that I was in trying to pack her things in one place. I already paid off her nanny and was all alone in the house to bear the pain of detachment.
When I was done with packing and arranging her room, I went to clean up the whole house only to find the "Best mum in the world" mug I bought for her in highschool and I fell to floor crying my eyes out again, the pain in my chest was so heavy that I just couldn't stop crying even the cloud were all sorry for me and had joined in crying.
Still crying I stood up from the floor and went to the sofa close to the window to stare at the rain slowly gliding through it's glass. I looked down to get more tissue paper to blow out my nose that was filled with my own snot, the whole entire table was filled with crumpled tissues and even the floor.
I thought that I was strong enough until I got hit with my mom's death, I don't think it will be easy for me to smile again.
*bang* there was a repetition of that sound on the door, I didn't bother getting up because I just wasn't interested in receiving yet another condolence messages from anyone, the ones have received are more than enough.
So I allowed whoever it was to stay there under the rain until they get tired an leave. My phone started ringing from my room---- didn't even know that I still had a phone until now, since it was far from where I was sitting I just let it ring.
I went back to staring at the rain when both the knocking of my door and phone stopped ringing.... Both the caller and visitor must've gotten tired.
I kept staring at the rain until I jumped out of the chair in fright after I came face to face with someone at the window. I tried to clean my eyes so I could have a closer look at the person..... "Damon?" He gave me hand signals from outside to open the door for him, I quickly did that seeing how drenched he was.
"Liliana.... Achoo!" Damon sneezed, I pulled him into the house to avoid getting anymore wet then offered him some tea. He didn't even bother taking a sip from it before asking, "Where do you want to go?"
It was the first time someone had asked me something like this instead of asking how I was feeling. It showed that Damon knew that my mom was dead and came running when he heard, only that now he has a cold because I refused to open the door to him.
I started to cry all over again as I shouted, "Anywhere! Any where but here, please" I cried out and he pushed me to him and covered me with his warmth, for someone who has been under the rain Damon was really warm inside.
Damon took off his coat that was rained upon and said, "Then let's go".
Like fools we both ran under the rain to Damon's car carrying nothing but ourselves, no food, no clothes and all to nowhere land. Damon was the only one who knew where we were heading, he allowed me take the back seat so I could rest and be worry free.
I didn't bother asking him how the wedding went cause I don't want to ruin the moment while causing myself immeasurable pain.
Damon drove for four to five hours until he stopped at a fast food restaurant so we could both eat something before we continued. This was my first real food in two days now, I drank water all those times not having the appetite to eat but now that I had someone like Damon with me I ate like I haven't eaten for five days.
All the food on the table looked really delicious and taste likewise. Damon was thoughtful not to bring up the topic of my mother, he just allowed me enjoy the food till I was content.
He drove until nightfall and I still didn't know where we were headed until he stopped at a country home a bit isolated from the town we are in. The house was not small and neither was it big, it was just perfect.
He shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out the key of the house and unlocked it.