Man of my Dreams

Chapter 8

“I'm not hungry, but I will eat for you. You eat too, join me. I have a lot to do, but my viewers are my top priority. Would you mind not stopping supporting me, like and sharing this video, guys? Thank you.”

“I am not hungry, but I need to eat, ha-ha. Yow viewers out there, my mitochondria eat up, okay? By the way, I am calling my fans mitochondria starting today because mitochondria is a powerhouse of the cell, and you, my dear viewers, are my mitochondria.”

“Eat up, eat up, guys. Yow mitochondria’s out there eating is important that is why you should always eat okay? My sss account is posted on my page for business purposes, and sss can also message me,” I said while munching some food with elegance and grace. I needed to. I have thousands of viewers. I usually use heavy makeup when streaming and don't put on makeup at normal times.

I'm not like Kiara, who is picky, always screaming. However much as could be expected, I'm remaining quiet. I'm used to that too. But unlike Kiara, I often can't afford to laugh at problems. So when I was sad, the two of us were affected. Kiara is a happy beam of sunlight, and I am the dim light of the sky.

She was rich, and I am not. She is beautiful, and I am not. She is content, and I am not. But I am not Kiara, and I should stop comparing myself to her because she is my best friend. I am not Kiara, I am Alliana. I am me, and I should live with that fact.

“Who won the basketball match?” I asked Kiegan, my 7th brother, the oldest when I got home to my boarding house. I am now cooking after I arrived. I am not hungry, and I cook it for tomorrow. After cooking some simple dishes, I went straight to the living room and turned on the television. I was still talking to Kiegan.

“Milwaukee bucks. How was the first day? Was it fun?”

“It's okay.”

“Obviously,” he muttered.

“Didn't you fight with someone? Again? Because you are always like that. That is your personality. What's new? Is it fun, huh?”

“There's no difference between now and then, Kiegan. But I can still manage my anger issue, don't worry. Live up, man. You're in middle 30, and you still suck dude,” I said with a sigh as I switched channels. I tried to tease him because he is too severe, and he knew a lot about me.

“Eh, no, my life is fun without someone! Hehe!” trace the enthusiasm in the tone of his speech. “Come on, eat up. I'll come in tomorrow; let's go together and watch the finals.”

“Eh? Why here.”

“Why not?

“My first day wasn't good,” I sigh. I tried to divert the topic because I don't want him here. He would find out about my streaming job. “'Sway, you ask,” I end the conversation.

If I tell a story, it will be extended. Better hung it up, or else I am doom.

I went to Kiara's house for a so-called group study. It is a sleepover, also known as group study at night, whatever. Kiara's parents aren't always in their house because they are too busy with something. Just like what I say, Kiara's families are politicians. Her father has so many meetings and is more busy leading people than guiding his daughter. Her mother is busy with her Amiga’s, and of course, her mother is fond of traveling.

She always goes to every luxurious European brand runaway sitting in the front row. Not to mention her mother's family is wealthy and has tons of hectares of land in the province. Kiara wants to go with her mother, but she has school, and she chooses to study here in the Philippines rather than abroad because she also wants to enter the Philippine world of politics.

“I expected him to chatter again. You know Kiegan is talkative. I mean, he is the eldest, he should be the strong and bold one, but Nah, he is soft.” I complained about my older brother Kiegan going into my boarding house to watch the NBA finals.

I don't want to be rude, but I don't want him to go to my boarding house. He could go to the cinema, uhm; can NBA finals be watched in the cinema? Whatever.

My family wants me to be introverted. But I just can't. They are so overprotective to me, maybe because i am the only girl, but duh, I am now not a girl anymore. “Aren't you confused?” Kiara asked.

“Confuse about what?” I asked confusedly. “The number of our piles is too much. Of course, we need this relaxing spot to entice us to study. So stop whining about your brother,” she complained.

I looked around the house. It's not dirty, but it's not neat. There are a lot of piles. “Eh, I am just annoyed at him and at the same time pity him because I know that he could watch the finals better at my boarding house. Whatever, I am not really into studying right now.” my answer.

“Let's clean up, ah?”

“Okay.”

We chatted for a while before going up to our respective bags. After taking a bath, I went to bed, but I had to stare at the ceiling all night. Drowsiness does not visit me. I will never forget what happened before. Kiara is already sleeping. I thought she would study or tidy up her room, but nah, she is not an heiress for nothing.

I live in a deplorable situation. My father is sick, and my mother is old. My brothers struggle to provide food and medicine. We struggle to eat three times a day. I was young back then when I realized that I would be rich someday and spoil my family with luxury. I dream of being a mother and of being a wife.

When I was five, I began to unleash my talent on sketching. 7 when I enhanced it. 17, when I compile my sketches in a folder. Some of them are artists, politicians, classmates, family, crushes, and……...a stranger.