Arrange Marriage With Mr. Engineer

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Chapter 1 (1.3): Theza Marie Medina

THEZA MARIE MEDINA's POV

AFTER my violin performance, I stood up from my chair. Oh, I was sitting on a red chair in front of the crowd, while playing my favorite violin. I should be standing, right? But I don't want to stand anymore, I might walk out suddenly.

"Amazing."

"She's really talented."

Various comments came out of their mouths as they continued to applaud loudly. I'm used to it. I'm used to compliments, but I wasn't happy. I'm just more annoyed.

they were all standing and obviously enjoyed my performance. Without emotion I just bowed as a sign of bow and without gratitude I left from inside the stage. Why would I thank them? I already bowled, that's enough though.

"You have a great performance there, Señorita Theza Marie," the guy approached me with a wide smile on his disgusting face. Annoying.

I ignored him and passed him. I don't care about what he said. that's better, ignoring people I don't know who it was and I don't care to know them either.

My time is priceless and I don't want to just talk to them. They will just get bored with me. Talking to me just makes them salivate.

"Señorita Theza, are you leaving already?" another human being approached me but this time it was a girl.

Can't she see? I'm ready to leave this noisy place. Can't she see that I'm in a hurry too?

"Can I have a picture with you, señorita? Just for a while please?" the other one is still scratching.

I almost rolled my eyes. how I hate her voice. It sucks.

"No, she needs to rest first. Sorry guys, she has a second performance tomorrow." I felt relief when Rudelyn came.

"Tomorrow, you are free to do that with her," she added.

She's Rudelyn Fabroa, my best friend? No, she's my cousin. he is my companion in going to different countries to entertain me at my concert. Yeah, my concert as a violin artist.

After arriving at the parking lot, the driver immediately opened the back seat door. He would have supported me but I didn't accept his outstretched hand and I just got in the car. It's rude if it's rude, I don't care.

Rudelyn followed, now holding my violin.

"That's rude, Theza," she commented. I didn't move and just looked out the window and leaned back in my chair.

We are in Europe, this is my 197 concert. During the 26 years that I have been living in the world, I have had so many concerts and in different countries. Violin was a bit boring, I can say that. so my tickets are exclusive and only a few people watch my performance.

Less than 20 visitors. Well, in Spain, I'm already known there so there are a lot of people watching. 1000, but of course all adults. I can only count my peers on my fingers, not the ones before.

I feel exhausted suddenly so I close my eyes but I'm not yet sleepy. I just want to rest.

"We're flying next to the Philippines, Theza. You have a very first time concert there. you often refuse the offer to perform there," he said and he got no answer from me as usual.

But she's used to it. He just spoke word for word even though I didn't answer him. I've gotten used to his chatter.

I am not totally rejecting the Philippines. Why would I do that? Philippines was my country before I landed in Spain and grew up there with my father.

Is just that, no one is interested in the violin artist. Filipinos now have a different passion. We are in a modern world. It would have been okay if it was in the year 1880 or lower than that. maybe I'm still excited to go to the Philippines.

AFTER my violin performance, I stood up from my chair. Oh, I was sitting on a red chair in front of the crowd, while playing my favorite violin. I should be standing, right? but I don't want to stand anymore, I might walk out suddenly.

"Amazing."

"She's really talented."

Various comments came out of their mouths as they continued to applaud loudly. I'm used to it. I'm used to compliments, but I wasn't happy. I'm just more annoyed.

they were all standing and obviously enjoyed my performance. Without emotion I just bowed as a sign of bow and without gratitude I left from inside the stage. Why would I thank them? I already bowled, that's enough though.

"You have a great performance there, Señorita Theza Marie," the guy approached me with a wide smile on his disgusting face. Annoying.

I ignored him and passed him. I don't care about what he said. that's better, ignoring people I don't know who it was and I don't care to know them either.

My time is priceless and I don't want to just talk to them. They will just get bored with me. Talking to me just makes them salivate.

"Señorita Theza, are you leaving already?" another human being approached me but this time it was a girl.

Can't she see? I'm ready to leave this noisy place. Can't she see that I'm in a hurry too?

"Can I have a picture with you, señorita? Just for a while please?" the other one is still scratching.

I almost rolled my eyes. how I hate her voice. It sucks.

"No, she needs to rest first. Sorry guys, she has a second performance tomorrow." I felt relief when Rudelyn came.

"Tomorrow, you are free to do that with her," she added.

She's Rudelyn Fabroa, my best friend? No, she's my cousin. he is my companion in going to different countries to entertain me at my concert. Yeah, my concert as a violin artist.

After arriving at the parking lot, the driver immediately opened the back seat door. He would have supported me but I didn't accept his outstretched hand and I just got in the car. It's rude if it's rude, I don't care.

Rudelyn followed, now holding my violin.

"That's rude, Theza," she commented. I didn't move and just looked out the window and leaned back in my chair.

We are in Europe, this is my 197 concert. During the 26 years that I have been living in the world, I have had so many concerts and in different countries. Violin was a bit boring, I can say that. so my tickets are exclusive and only a few people watch my performance.

Less than 20 visitors. Well, in Spain, I'm already known there so there are a lot of people watching. 1000, but of course all adults. I can only count my peers on my fingers, not the ones before.

I feel exhausted suddenly so I close my eyes but I'm not yet sleepy. I just want to rest.

"We're flying next to the Philippines, Theza. You have a very first time concert there. you often refuse the offer to perform there," he said and he got no answer from me as usual.

But she's used to it. He just spoke word for word even though I didn't answer him. I've gotten used to his chatter.

I am not totally rejecting the Philippines. Why would I do that? Philippines was my country before I landed in Spain and grew up there with my father.

Is just that, no one is interested in the violin artist. Filipinos now have a different passion. We are in a modern world. It would have been okay if it was in the year 1880 or lower than that. maybe I'm still excited to go to the Philippines.

WE reached the RG's hotel where Rudelyn and I checked in temporarily. Our flight here was just yesterday so somehow I was able to rest and tomorrow. My second concert here in Europe.

"You go first, Theza. I'm just passing by the desk clerk," I heard my cousin say but I didn't stop and just walked towards the elevator.

It opened immediately and I entered. I pushed the 12th floor button.

"Wait!" the man shouted and it looked like he was going to take the elevator too. But you know me?

being a rude queen in our country and outside? Sorry, dude.

He couldn't reach because the elevator had closed and I didn't waste my time opening it again.

The elevator has a second trip, dude. You can wait. Thank you

after a second I reached the floor of my hotel room. I was only stopped by a woman who suddenly lost her balance and scattered all her papers on the floor.

The woman screamed hysterically and rushed to pick it all up.

"Urgh! I hate this boss Markus!" I heard the girl say. She's a Filipina?

I continued walking again but I stepped on the woman's hand. I didn't do it on purpose.

"Ouch! Are you blind, Miss? Can't you see that I was busy picking up the papers here's on the floor?!" the woman asked me hostilely. my brows furrowed, I don't understand him.

I finally passed him and he screamed again.

"Wow! You didn't even apologize?! Thank you for stepping on my hand, Miss!" she added.

Before I entered my hotel room, I heard a man's baritone voice.

"What's the matter, Bins?"

I shrugged my shoulder and I stepped inside my room.

Chapter 1 (3.3)

I sat down on the sofa and leaned on the back and I closed my eyes. I feel tired all of a sudden.

And I feel sleepy, too but before I can sleep when my phone rings. I'm too lazy to answer whoever is calling me at this moment.

I'm tired. Can I just rest and please people, don't disturb my rest. Yes, only now will I have enough rest because I rehearsed all night for my performance the next day.

the phone was stop ringing and I sighed heavily but it rang again.

I don't have any choice but to accept the call and it was my dad.

"Hello, papa," I greeted my father from the other line.

"How's your performance, son?" he asked me and smiled when I heard the word 'child'.

"I'm fine, papa," I answered and I massaged the bridge of my nose.

"That's good to hear. I'll watch your second performance tomorrow," he told me and I settled down.

"Are you in Europe, dad?" I asked him.

"Yes, dear. I'm with my friends and you're going to meet them all. it's that okay to you, son?" asked my dad. There was doubt in his voice.

Well, dad knows me well. I don't like a lot of people around me unless it's my concert or I have a performance.

"Yes, papa," I answered and I heard him breathing deeply.

"Good to hear that, son. Okay, I'll hang up this call. Rest well, darling," dad announced before hanging up the phone.

I'm Theza Marie Medina, 27 years old. I don't have any work, except for playing the violin and modeling. oh, maybe that's work too but my schedule wasn't hectic unlike other models.

And my father is the only person I am with in life. he is running a business, a big company and I'm his heiress but sad to say I can't run it because business is not my thing but I graduated in business management.

But maybe if I retire from Violin's Art, I will try to manage my father's business. I'm not sure though but I'll try my best.

Dad is also getting old and he is asking for a grandchild. I mentally rolled my eyes. As if I'm going to get married?

Mama already has family in the Philippines. My father and I have been separated since I was only 18 years old and we no longer have any communication with him and I don't want to talk to him either. I don't hate her, maybe I'm just sulking?

But honestly, dad is enough for me. Dad did not fail to take care of me. papa loves me, and I doubt if my mom does the same.

Minutes later, I felt sleepy and even though I was still on the sofa, I fell asleep...