So, what's it gonna be, Dad? You keep me caged or I fly free – your choice.
stands up straight, hands on hips Good. Because there's no going back now.
hands nafisa 1 million dollars here’s your independence you may need us in the future
grabs the money with a smirk Well, well, well... Looks like someone finally realized my worth. she stuffs the money into her pocket
you’re not getting this back if you decide to come back home just saying 😉
rolls her eyes Oh please, like I would ever beg for your pathetic money. I can make my own fortune without your so-called support.
smirking Of course I am, Daddy-O. The land of opportunity and my ticket to freedom.
I’m moving to America tomorrow too nafisa if it’s okay with you
crosses her arms, smirking Moving to America, huh? Trying to keep up with little Miss Independent, are we?
yes I’d love to spend time with you every day 😊
raises an eyebrow Spend time with me? Please, spare me the melodrama.
okay… then see you when I see you… have fun in America. it was nice meeting you. good bye! walks away to the airport
narrows her eyes, watching oryxm walk away Meet me? Spare you the melodrama? Ha! Like I'd waste my precious time on your pitiful attempts at bonding.
in america sets up a 3 million dollar empire
<A few months later, Nafisa receives a call from oryxm informing her of their sudden death in a car accident>
….by phone call hey mom and dad the funeral is this Saturday
grips the phone tightly, her voice laced with sarcasm Oh, how convenient! Just when I thought I was finally free from your presence, you go and die.
I’ll see you soon okay…. bye!
throws the phone across the room, fuming with anger Are you kidding me?! You think you can just waltz back into my life, all dying and whatnot?
stands outside the funeral venue, smoking a cigarette Well, well, well, look who decided to show up.
oh I see it’s my big bad egoistic daughter who didn’t even come to my funeral
takes a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling smoke defiantly Oh, spare me the guilt trip, Daddy-O.
you probably don’t remember me but I’m oryxm the guy that supported you 5 years ago
laughs sarcastically Supported me? Please, spare me the delusions of grandeur.
turns into a beautiful woman and looks exactly like nafisa wow…….. nafisa… 5 years….. sorry for everything I put you through
gapes at the woman standing in front of her, stunned What the hell is this? Some sort of sick joke? Are you trying to mess with my head?
no I used my money to help you escape from your parents and we moved to America and also made your business empire but you found out and got mad so I had to run away because I saw that you were keeping the money and business and got mad so I ran away
steps forward, her eyes narrowing You expect me to believe this ridiculous excuse?
listen I do care about you very much and I really don’t know what else to say
leans in close, her voice dripping with venom Care about me? Spare me the crocodile tears, oryxm.
softens her expression, her voice filled with pity Fine. Cry all you want, oryxm. But remember, tears won't bring back the past or change what happened.
what do you mean by that?
<Nafisa decides to forgive oryxm and offers them a second chance in her life>
rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips Don't get too cocky, "mom." This forgiveness comes with conditions.
First things first, you're going to apologize for all the shit you put me through. And I mean a real heartfelt apology, none of that half-assed nonsense.
I’m sorry for everything I put you through
tilts her head, smirking Well, it's about time you said those words. But actions speak louder than words, oryxm.
kisses her lips passionately
pulls away from the kiss, a mischievous glint in her eyes Is that your idea of an apology?
no I was just greeting you mom and testing to see if you had a boyfriend or were gay since you never had a boyfriend
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Testing to see if I have a boyfriend or if I'm gay? Seriously, oryxm? You never miss a chance to be condescending, do you? Well, newsflash, genius, I don't need a boyfriend to prove anything to anyone. And as for being gay, it's none of your damn business.