The Call

I woke up from my sleep on my queen bed that had a lot more pillows than it should have. The room was warm as the sunlight penetrated through the thick curtains. Dad loves those expensive curtains, because he invested a lot of money on furniture when we moved out in California. I stretched my arms, and yawned. I heard knock on my door, it was probably Isabella who made some breakfast for me. I sank into the bed more, and ran my hands on the silky covers. 

"come in!" I said.

Isabella went inside my master bedroom with a tray full of breakfast, and some expensive silver cutlery. She smiled, and walked slowly towards my bed. She placed the tray over my body that was covered by the blanket, and left the towel on the side. She always had her hair tied behind as a bun as she made sure her hair didn't fall into my food. 

"Good morning, Missy!" She said. "This is your breakfast, omelettes, toasts and some beans."

She opened the cover of the plate that revealed my breakfast. The aroma increased my appetite and hunger, so I grabbed the fork and knife to cut some omelette. It was filled with butter, and some bacon. I nibbled my food as she stood by the bed to watch me eat. 

"How's it?" She asked with excitement.

"I love it, although it needs more salt," I said. "you can leave, thank you."

She nodded her head, and left my room. I continued eating my breakfast, and watched the beach from the large windows. Isabella always opened the curtains before my alarm clock rings, because she's super punctual and committed to provide the best service for me. Dad gives her bonuses throughout the year, especially during the holidays. She has a family of her own, and she likes to talk about her kids and husband most of the times. 

My phone ringed the moment I picked up my toast. I had the latest iPhone dad bought me, and it was painted with gold. I picked it up, and heard guy's voice. I felt like I knew this person, like I have talked to him before. 

"Hello, Jane, good morning to you!" Peter greeted. 

"Oh, peter, nice to hear your voice again. I'm having breakfast," I said.

"I wanted to visit you today, but my brother's car broke down. I might use my old motorcycle that makes my mom super paranoid," He said, and laughed. 

"She doesn't think you can drive?" I asked.

"Worse, she thinks I might get killed by a drunk truck driver," He explained. "The odd of that happening."

I laughed, and remembered how his old motorcycle looked like. He had to buy a new one. I liked to hear his laugh over the phone, and wanted to continue the conversation even more. Then I remembered I had a very strict father who would probably reject him.

"Well, come over with your old motorcycle then," I said.

"It's old, but I like it. My dad used it when he was a teenager," He said. "Anyway, I can't buy another one until I get a good job after I graduate."

"What kind of school you're going to?" I asked.

"Well, we don't have that kind of money for a fancy college, dad suggested I work in his grocery store, and save money for college later on," He said. 

I remembered how I got everything so easy with my dad being a company owner, and felt bad about talking about my easy life with him. I felt like there was a disconnect with him on that front. How can a rich girl date a poor guy? Will my dad ever accept him?

"So what college you're going to?" He asked.

"I haven't decided yet, my dad has to pick the best one he likes," I explained. 

"Got it, he's protective of his little daughter," He said. "How come I never heard about your mom."

"They're divorced, and I'm not totally cool with mom, her husband is the worse person I've ever met. He doesn't like me around mom, and I can see it on his face," I said.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," He said.

"That's okay, I'm over it," I said.

"Then, see you later?" He said.

"Okay," I said, and hang up. My heart was beating so fast that I started sweating. Ho come his voice made me feel like that. I never felt like that before. I was so scared to fall in love and then it gets ruined.