Man of my Dreams

Chapter 17

“Should I call it destiny?”

“No!” I immediately answer

“Of course no, ha-ha.”

“You are drunk.”

“Nah, just a little bit of tipsy,”

I stared at him. Without a mask covering his mouth but a mask covering his eyes, but have this black cowboy hat. He is handsome.

“And what's more energizing happened to your life that you have this dim aura?” I asked teasingly.

“It is private and none of your business.”

He grimaced before replying. “Abhorring tonight, there happen racing in the new thruway work out of town,” he said.

“What's more, for what reason would that worry me?” I asked as I pummeled my storage shut. He feigned exacerbation.

“Because,” says my cousin Brielle. The racing is illegal and dangerous, should. It should be gestured in acknowledgment.

“Then why didn't you go?”

“It will happen at 3 am. It is still 11 in the evening, too early to die.”

“But I thought you would jump if I didn't come.”

“Yes, I will. But I am an excellent swimmer, and this calm and peaceful seawater cannot drown me.”

“Oh. It is very hard to kill yourself then.”

“Very, very much,”

“Then don't kill yourself if it is hard.”

“Life is harder. One mistake ruined my peaceful life. Love left me, and I am just an empty vessel.”

“I am sorry,” I bow my head as I feel his extreme sadness.

“When I want to take away my life, you always come. Strange, but when I am in pain, you always appear in the most unexpected way. Next time I would expect you when I try to commit suicide.”

“There is a next time?”

“Maybe, maybe yes, and maybe no? I am tired of my hell-like life.”

I just sighed. What is the reason for his lament? He looks rich, and he is handsome and talented. He is almost perfect. Why is he sad? Money can buy happiness. Why can't he buy happiness using his money?

“So you are going to the race, ah?”

“It is a drag race and it is also one of my hobbies nowadays. Yeah, that way, I can feel death and life at the same time.”

“Weird”

“No, you are the weirdo.”

“Why me?”

“You always appear everywhere.”

“Destiny maybe?”

“I thought you don't like the idea of destiny in our meetings.”

“If it is not destiny, then what should I call it?”

“Fate”

“Have faith in everything.”

“Thank you” he smiled and patted my head and bid goodbye. Strange, but this weird palpitating thing happened. Like there is something that will happen, something bad. His goodbye seems scary as if it is the last as if it is a goodbye.

The party ended early at 12 midnight. I go home and sleep peacefully.

It was almost three AM. Cracking three am on a chilly Saturday morning, there was no stopping my telephone ringing. I moaned underneath the sheets and ignored that. God, can that guest give me some rest! A few minutes passed, and it still rang.

Sometimes I stop and calm down, then suddenly call again. I covered the blanket. “Disappear,” I murmured.

But it doesn't give up. Half an hour has passed, and I threw the blanket away in my face, and the telephone rang on the bedside table.

“WHAT?” I requested. I heard a strange sound in the line. Noisy and seems to be in. I'm talking outside.

Many voices of men at the foundation, and I heard something including a line. Noisy and seems to be in. I'm talking outside. Many representatives of men at the foundation and I attended something serene from the car.

Frowning, I suddenly got worried. Is that the sound of an emergency vehicle or a squad car?

“Alli!” the young lady on the telephone murmured. It seems to be whispering, simultaneously shouting.

I took a good look at the caller ID Kir Dela Vega.

“Kiara, where are you?” I ask.

“You know what time is it?” There was noise from the other line. Kiara seems to be walking in the middle of a lot of people.

“Gracious God! Well, you answer the damn question. I am sick and worried, Kiara!” I shouted.

“I am sorry; I can barely hear the noise. I am here now at the thruway out of town. Alli, May there be a mishap with the? I don't know dashing at—” What she was going to say was cut short.

“What?” I ask and this time my hand was trembling while holding the telephone. Race, 3 is drag race, that guy. Kiara!

“Are you just okay? Nothing happened to you. What am I hearing? Were there any injuries?” I grabbed my forehead. Gracious god. This is the one I'm afraid of. What is as though they and they raced like that! And Kiara, what is she doing in that area? Damn!

“Alli.” suddenly returned that her voice trembled.

“Alli! Alli! Someone died! Oh my gosh. There was an accident!! Accident on the race and someone! Someone was covered in blood. Alli! I don't know!” She is crying. Wow. Kiara is crying.

“It's a bit messy here. Someone called an emergency vehicle then suddenly the police arrived. We are all included in police headquarters. Alliana, I swear I don't want to be here. I was just included by my cousin Tadeo.”

I don't know what happened. Why did Kiara go to that kind of place? That guy, did he successfully kill himself? What the hell!!! Early in the morning, the sun didn't even rise, and this! This is all that is happening. I wouldn't say I like it. I am worried, confused, and anxious.