Forced to Accompany

"Accompany me here, El? I can't be alone at home." Nayla grabbed Elvan's arm again.

"I don't care, I have things to do. You are from a rich family, if you need something, just call your assistant. Don't act like a spoiled woman." Elvan muttered, letting go of Nayla's hand.

Nayla shook her head quickly. "My assistant went back to the village three days ago."

Elvan grumbled harshly. "Where are your parents?"

"They are busy working, I'm almost always home alone. Besides, soon you'll be my fiancé, so you should pay attention to me, Elvan."

Elvan rubbed his face roughly. "Can't you be an independent woman? I have a lot to do, and you are not one of my important matters. I don't care whether you are my fiancée or not."

"Just accompany me, Elvannn," Nayla persisted.

Elvan shuddered, then lazily sighed. "Damn, you. I'm starting to hate you even more."

Although Elvan's curse tugged at her heart, Nayla kept smiling when she saw the guy sitting back on the sofa next to her bed.

"I'm afraid that if I stop breathing, you won't be able to see me for the last time." Nayla chuckled softly, Elvan ignored her and opted to open his phone.

Nayla smiled faintly at his reaction. "Because no one cares."

"That's right."

Nayla giggled at Elvan's response. "Please get some snacks from the fridge."

"I'm busy," Elvan replied firmly.

"Ugh, busy playing games, right? Don't lie."

"If you're sick, sleep instead of eating weird stuff. I don't want you to bother me if your condition worsens."

Instead of being irritated, Nayla smiled. "Are you worried about me?"

Elvan, initially looking at his phone, suddenly looked up sharply. "If you giggle again, I'll leave right now."

Nayla widened her eyes, then quickly shook her head. "Uh, no. Sorry, sorry, I won't bother you anymore."

Nayla took a long breath as Elvan just sighed. "I can't sleep, Elvan. My phone battery is dead too. Talk to me. Stop playing with your phone all the time."

Elvan ignored her and went back to playing his endgame. Of course, he chose to focus on the online game rather than Nayla, who kept whimpering.

"Senior Elvan? Elvannnn?" Nayla called. Elvan intentionally tuned out.

"Uh, senior ...."

"Elvan?"

"El?"

"Hey, Elvannnn. Oi? My dear Elvan?" Nayla pouted even more, getting annoyed as Elvan ignored her.

Elvan still remained indifferent even though he was actually getting half angry. Nayla was truly testing his already thin patience. She kept calling his name in an annoying tone and voice, deliberately softening it.

"Elvan. Elvan ...."

"Hi, handsome senior? Psssttt, My dear Elvan!"

"El—"

"Damn! Can't you shut up, huh? I really hate women who talk too much!" Elvan suddenly scolded harshly. His eyes emitted anger as he stared at Nayla.

The harsh statement that Elvan had held back finally erupted, instantly making Nayla's heart race. Her lips reflexively sealed shut, feeling a tightness in her chest. She was weakest when scolded.

Elvan closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and let out a harsh sigh. Nayla looking down made Elvan feel guilty even though he should be happy to see her hurt. Elvan cursed in his mind as much as he could.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. My mouth tends to be harsh," Elvan remarked in a low tone.

Nayla remained silent. Elvan took a long breath again. "Don't cry, I've apologized."

Instead of nodding or saying yes, Elvan heard small sobs. It was certain that Nayla was crying. Elvan sighed hearing it. It was a bad day for him as he had made a girl cry. And he hated that. A weak girl.

"You’re very weepy, like a child," taunted Elvan in annoyance.

With a grimace, he pocketed his phone. He could still hear Nayla's crying, even louder now. Elvan then stood up, walking closer to the side of her bed.

"What do you want earlier? I'll get it," Elvan got straight to the point, trying to soften his tone. Although internally he cursed in annoyance at having to do this.

"A-anyth-thing," Nayla sobbed. Elvan clenched his jaw.

"Stones and wood?"

"N-not th-that."

Elvan rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Can you calm down first? I'm not a translator for crying people."

Nayla pouted but complied with Elvan's words. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Repeatedly until her breathing returned to normal and she no longer sobbed.

"Done?"

Nayla nodded. "Quickly get them."

"Stones and wood?"

Nayla glared. "Snacks, Elvan. Anything will do."

Elvan grumbled. This was what he hated most about women. "Which snack? What's its name? Be specific."

"Any snack is fine. Just snacks."

Elvan clenched his fists as hard as he could at his sides, holding back from cursing Nayla. "Alright, I'll get some from the fridge. Be warned, if you don't eat it, you're in trouble."

Nayla chuckled. "Can you do it?"

"I can do anything."

Nayla smirked. "Don't be arrogant, Elvan."

Elvan grunted loudly. "Don't be happy either because I'm doing this. I just feel sorry for you. There are no other feelings beyond that."

"Yeah, I know." Nayla smiled faintly.

Elvan then turned and left Nayla's room. His game activity had to be postponed just to fulfill the girl's request. Elvan descended the stairs grumbling irritably. He cursed himself for giving in to his sense of pity.

He shouldn't have to bother helping Nayla and even take her to the hospital. If only that morning he had decided to turn back on a different path, maybe he wouldn't have been trapped in the annoying and spoiled girl's house.

"Why does my fate have to be like this? I hate her. I don't like that girl!" Elvan muttered as he reached the kitchen.

 ***

Elvan returned to Nayla's room with several plastic bags of snacks. Placing them on the bedside table, he glanced at Nayla who had fallen asleep. Without a word, Elvan turned and left Nayla's room.

The sound of the closing door made Nayla, who was pretending to be asleep, open her eyes. She sat up and looked at the snacks that Elvan had left.

Nayla smiled faintly afterwards. "You really left, didn't you?"

"Are you really going home?" Nayla muttered as she finally decided to get up and hurriedly went downstairs.

"Well, I'm alone again, huh?" Nayla chuckled softly, holding back her emotions. She also laughed at herself for expecting too much.

Just as Nayla turned to go back to her room, someone suddenly opened the door. Nayla was almost happy, thinking it was Elvan, but when she turned around, she received a hard slap on her cheek.

"You foolish child! You dare to skip school again!" scolded a man who was none other than Nayla's father.