This Life I Am My Own Master Chinese Drama

I PEEK through the small crack in my door. I can hear my parents arguing.

"Hon, don't force your son if he doesn't want to. He's not ready for marriage yet. Have mercy on your son!" mommy said begging dad.

But it seems that dad will not be persuaded by the plea because he is adamant that he marry me to a man I have never met.

"It's not possible Rosa, because I'm getting old. Our son needs to get married so that we can have a grandson who will inherit everything I've worked hard for. I can't entrust our big business to anyone. Then I'm not a child anymore Fara, she is 25 years old. Isn't she old enough to get married?"

"Hon, we can't force what we want. He still has the right to choose who he wants to be with for the rest of his life. Don't force him to be with someone he doesn't like," said mommy, still trying to get dad's heart.

"Rosa, it's not the only man she will marry. The man I chose for her is a professional businessman. I'm sure our business won't be neglected when Fara marries him. Common Rosa, it's not for me, if' not for your son either. I don't want him to choose just any man. We might be robbed later. I just want to take care of everything we have."

Before I passed out, I closed the door and ran to my bed. There I cried and cried.

"What's the problem if I choose my spouse? Business? It's always just business! Don't I have the right to decide for myself?" I threw the pillow in annoyance and it fell on the marble floor. "I will not marry that man!" I said angrily. I decided to stand up and took my bag from the cabinet.

I put in my small bag the few clothes and valuables that I can carry. I cannot allow my father's wish to happen. I will not marry just anyone!

When it got dark, I made my escape plan. I left our house with my small bag and some money.

Honestly, I don't know where I'm going. I only know one thing, and that is to escape from our house which will lead me to hell life. I believe that if I marry a man I don't like, that is the end of my suffering. Because I can't bear to sleep with a man I don't like.

I took a taxi but I didn't know where to take it. All I'm saying is go straight and don't ask for directions. After half an hour of going round and round, I decided to get off. But I didn't realize that I was going to pay a lot to the driver, so my money was reduced.

Anyway, I just kept walking. I don't care about the coming storm. Because my brain is floating and out of control. I walked until I reached a subdivision. The guard there was sleeping so he didn't notice my passing. I could feel the strong breeze blowing against my thin skin. My hairs stood up from the cold but I continued walking.

"If my parents really loved me, they wouldn't let me be ruined. But no, because their lives revolve around money and they're afraid of running out of money. Isn't my wealth enough? Isn't it enough we're a happy family? What's missing and they can marry me to anyone?" My tears are falling, while walking I can feel the mist as if it is threatening to fall at any moment.

But I still didn't move, instead I sat on the gutter. I shed all my tears there. I cried like a lost child. Until I felt the heavy raindrops. I didn't leave my seat, I put my face to the sky and I was facing the heavy rain.

"My God! Am I like that? You don't seem to hear the cry of my feelings? It's like you're sleeping now and you can't listen to me. What have I done? Why are you punishing me?"

I shouted to the sky but I heard no response. I feel like I'm crazy to think that the sky will answer me. So I got up to leave that place.

My clothes were wet, even the bag I was carrying was wet from the rain. I ran so that I could reach the sheltered place but it seemed as if the sky had denied me. There are no trees in the area and all I can see are big gates. Until I came to a house with a small door ajar. That's why I quickly entered there and looked for a place to hide.

When I went inside, I didn't see anyone. The light is alive inside but it is dark outside. I saw the big garage and on the side I sat there and squeezed. It was very cold around, my wet clothes added to it which made me feel even worse. I sat in the corner and there I was like a beggar squeezed against the side of the wall.

"Maybe mommy is looking for me. Sorry mom, I have to do this for myself. I can't do what dad wants so I hope you can forgive me for my decision. I won't come back. I'll run away from the problem I'm facing first .

After a few hours I fell asleep with my face buried in my knees. I've only experienced this in my entire life. I have a cold and I feel like I have a fever. Until I heard a car coming. Suddenly I was alarmed, but it was too late. The car is inside and it is garaged. At any moment, the person riding there will get off, so I squeeze even harder to the side so that he can't see me. But in my action I hit a bucket, so I made a noise. I was surprised and even the driver of the car seemed surprised that there was someone in the garage. So he went inside the car again and I was very surprised when he came out holding a 45 caliber gun. My eyes widened as my chest was filled with nervousness. Especially since it is close to my place. I couldn't breathe and even more, my world seemed to stop because the gun was pointed at my seat. Before the man with the gun could approach, I stood up and shouted.

"It's like having mercy! Don't kill me! Please, I have no bad intentions." I beg the man with the gun.

The man stopped and looked at me like a statue. It stared for a few seconds before deciding to ask me. "Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get into my house?!" it asked me one after the other.

"Don't point your gun at me! I'm not a bad person. Please put it down!" I promised the man with the gun.

He put it down and started arching his eyebrows and looked at my whole body.

"What are you doing here?" a baritone voice came out of his thin and red lips.

"I'm sorry! I don't have any shelter. It's raining too hard so when I saw the gate open I went in. I don't look like a thief, do I?" he said that I was really proud of my appearance.

But that didn't seem to make the person in front of me feel at ease. He came to me and grabbed my bag.

"Look at your bag!" said while pulling my bag.

"Just wait! Why are you messing with my bag?!" I took my bag again and raised my voice.

"I'm sure you stole something! Look in your bag!" he said while coming closer to me and trying to take my bag.

I didn't give it, but I kept it behind me. But the person in front of me didn't seem to agree that I couldn't show the contents of my bag so he approached me and tried to snatch my bag from me. I leaned further against the wall and his muscular body pressed against me.

"Ah! What the hell! I'm not doing anything wrong!" I snort at him. But he held my hand. I felt an electric shock from the warmth of his palm.

And I felt weak when he took my hand towards the inside of the house.