First Person Frieze
I am finally in a home away from home. Idri's house seems to have more warmth and love than my own parents house. My parents are wealthy and had a good home but I always felt like they were just too imposing. I never had the freedom but ended up breaking rules to earn my freedom. I never liked it. However, Idri was able to let me be just me. He helped me seek freedom and definitely does not mind all the things I do. He just wants to see me happy and yes of course, I will be taking his advices if at all I feel I need it.
Am not that spoilt by the way.
As I entered the house, everything was already set. The whole house was beautifully decorated with roses and other flowers if different kind. I know only roses and when it comes to the names of other flowers, I am an illiterate. My brain never processed flower names. Duh...
Idri is sweet to me. We were introduced by our common friend who happened to be his colleague and my school friend. We didn't meet on a date but in our common friend, Simon's wedding party. Idri was taking care of the guests on behalf of Simon's family like a brother. I liked it. Very few people turn out to be this true and provide good help. I was fascinated by his kind nature.
May be attraction. I don't know. A guy like him can't be single anyway. He is rich, handsome, humble, gentleman like and I can go on. So, I just played it cool and controlled myself not to crush on him. I feel so stupid like I really behaved like a teenage girl back then. Nevermind!!
Idri was attending to all his guests making sure everyone was happy and stomach full. I eat a lot and maybe the way he looked at me surprised with the amount of food I was eating, I am sure he guessed am a fitness freak and I still don't gain weight. It was awkward.
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