Chapter 19

Aurora's POV
In the afternoon, Dante came home. He looked tired, so I approached him. "Do you want to eat something?"
"You can't cook," said Dante in a curt tone.
I know I can't cook, but at least I can prepare the food he wants; just let the servant prepare it, or I buy it online. "Yeah, I can't. I think I said the wrong thing."
I immediately left Dante. Honestly, I thought he had changed, but he returned to his original settings. I was already in a bad mood, so I went straight to the kitchen and looked for the food I wanted. I think Dante is not as gentle as I know him.
Feeling annoyed with Dante made me hungry, maybe because it drained a lot of energy. I opened my phone and saw a message from my mother.
[Come to our house tomorrow with Dante. We want to invite you to eat together.]
I sighed. Why did my mother ask me to go there with Dante? I was feeling lazy with Dante, let alone inviting him to my mother's house. Huh, it was so annoying. I didn't reply to my mother's message. I just left the message open and I left my phone on the nightstand.
I also had to go to my mother's house to get some files for my graduation because everything was still there. But I didn't feel comfortable with Dante.
The next day my mother called me. I also knew that she wanted to say something again but I just left my phone and went into the bathroom. I really wanted to pee.
Coming out of the bathroom I saw Dante receiving a call from someone. "Yes, mom. We'll be leaving soon."
I walked slowly and didn't want to find out from Dante.
“Your mom said we should go there. She said she had texted you, but you didn’t tell me, and you didn’t reply to her messages either.”
I rolled my eyes. I told you I was too lazy to respond to Dante. He was still unstable; the day before yesterday, his attitude was so warm and kind, but he changed to being weird, and now he’s even more talkative. Who wouldn’t get tired of seeing someone like a chameleon? Tch, people can change that fast.
“Why are you silent, Aurora?” Dante reprimanded me.
“Well let’s go and don’t talk too much!”
I, who was too lazy to change clothes, immediately grabbed my bag and put my phone in without bringing much equipment. I went straight to the living room and waited for Dante.
Dante was ready and he walked to the car. I sat in the back seat of the driver even though I usually sit next to Dante. Throughout the trip, Dante didn’t say anything until we arrived at my mom’s house. Well, today was Sunday, so everyone was off, including Dante and my dad, so I could meet my dad again.
My parents welcomed us. As usual, we chatted in the living room together.
"So how was the result of your pregnancy check-up yesterday, Aurora?" My mother asked enthusiastically.
"Yes, everything is fine and normal. I'm pregnant with triplets." I explained briefly. My mother and father's expressions were very surprising. They were happy with what I had just said.
"Oh really? Wow, I'm very happy. We should have a Thanksgiving party for your pregnancy," said my father.
"I don't think it's necessary, Dad. My pregnancy is still very young. I still have to take extra care of them because I'm worried that they will be disliked by certain people and that would endanger me and the child in my womb."
From the start, I didn't want to tell many people about my pregnancy so that I would still be comfortable with my pregnancy.
"That's true, Dad. Maybe it would be better to have a party when they are born or wait until they are one year old," said Dante, defending me.
I smiled lopsidedly and showed no respect for him at all. It could be that he was just trying to look good to my parents. "I'm going to my room to get some files for my graduation."
I headed to my room. This room has been with me for 21 years. The last time I was here was on my sister's wedding day, or more precisely, my wedding. I lay down on a neat and fragrant bed. Apparently, my mother always keeps my bed the same as before. I'm too lazy to clean the bed and, if not my mother, then the servants in this house.
I am a girl who is never neat. I can only be neat in school and writing. My mother also once told me that I would never get a man who would like me because I am a lazy girl. My mother always nags me if I don't want to make my bed. So I started making my bed not long before I got married. What kind of destiny am I living? I have to get married at a very young age, especially since I am pregnant with triplets at the same time.
If I used to hope to marry Robert who is romantic and gives words of love every day, I also thought that if I married him, I would also hear words of love every day. But it turned out I was wrong; even before I got married, I finally found out that he was an affair. So he did that not only with me but also with other women. I feel disgusted with Robert.
I saw the corner of my room, nothing had changed. Everything was still the same as the last time I left the room that was so comfortable for me. The atmosphere was soft pink, and there were also some other decorations here. I really like to decorate my room to make it look beautiful.
Click.
I saw the room open and I immediately got up. “Mom.”
“What are you doing here?” My mother asked.