UNLEASHING DESIRE(SPG)

Chapter Seven

As a routine, after we finish having a meal it's my turn to wash the dishes. That's one of our rules in the house we must divide the housework. I'm in the middle of it when I heard my phone rang.

It was a designated ringtone so I know that it was my Editor in chief who was calling. And somehow recognize it because she always calls me to nag.

"Rill? Can you lend me a hand and get my phone?" Asking him pleadingly. "And please answer it directly and make turn it into a loudspeaker, I think it's very urgent. Thank you."

I asked him nicely. What could be important for her to call this hour'? I wondered secretly. Did my entry failed again this time. I muttered down cast.

Cyrill moves very fast and orderly and find my phone easily. He did what I asked him to do and put my phone beside me.

"Hello, Avery? I called to congratulate you, you're entry passed the assessment and it will be published new week," Miss Karen greeted me with surprise after the call was connected. "Tomorrow, we will be signing a contract for the ownership of your story, please be on stand by in the afternoon. Avery even if your composition has passed you cannot slacked off continue to work with your problem you will have unexpected harvest."

Miss Karen didn't even let me speak and ended the call. I don’t have time to care about her hanging up the phone I almost jump in happiness the moment I heard that my entry passed.

I was still immersed by the good news that I didn’t noticed the call was hanged up. In the afternoon I was still unsure and don’t have confidence because she said that I still lacked in expressing the feelings of my characters.

I didn’t know that I received this good news tonight. I thought that when I was praised by the chief that my works improve is already a good news I didn’t expect to received another good news this time.

Cyrill looked at me excitedly. He was glad for me passing my assessment. We look at each other, and can't wait to jump in joy. But due to my inconvenient, I still decided to finished washing the dishes before we celebrate.

"I think it calls for celebration," I declared happily. "I've been meaning to tell you that my work might be passed because my chief has already given me a brief assessment. I never know that the result would be faster than I thought." I said incoherent I was dizzy in joy that I feel like I was floating into the air.

"Congratulations to you," he simply said, but I could feel how proud he is and how excited he was for me.

I am very happy. Happy for my success.

"Do you drink? I have a wine collection in the cabinet, are you in?" I asked.

"I'm in. Let's have a wine and celebrate your success," and he smile at me brightly.

"Then it's confirmed! Can you get the wine in the top of the cabinet, you'll find the key beside the flower pot," I ushered him while I look for the drinking glasses.

"What wine will we have?" He asked loudly in the living room.

"I'm thinking of having that five-year-old wine, it's worth opening for this success," I yelled back at him.

We settle in the living room and turned on the television for entertainment. I let him un-cork the wine. Feeling our wine glass into a sufficient amount.

"To my success!"

"To your success!"

We shout in unison and clicked our glasses. I give a little taste and a strong flavor of alcohol fills my taste.

'What a good wine," I praise it unreservedly.

"This one is a good one, I'll praise you for this," he said in a delighted tone.

"I got it from a friend of mine, I pestered him for quite some time before he gives me this one," I retort and began to tell him the story of how did this wine end up for me.

"... so I won the bet and I got it as my prize. He was reluctant at first and decided to change the prize but who am I? I let his mom deal with him and then have this one, "laughing while remembering those pleasant memories.

"You're having a lot of fun," he started looking at me.

"You could tell? He's my childhood friend. We've grown up together, and shared secrets. It wasn't until he dissolve our engagement that we became strange to each other." Maybe I drink too much or the alcohol was too high that I began blabbering about myself.

"Betrothed? Why dissolve? Find someone?" He questioned piqued his interest.

"He said that he never sees me as someone to grow old with, he can only treat me as a sister. I know that he had a very beautiful girlfriend." I muttered in depression.

I said the fact, looking at my rounded body compares to the skinny girls out there I seem to be out of the taste. Maybe this is the reason why he left me.

"It must be because I'm not presentable enough, looking at my well rounded appearance he must be turned off."

"Don't say that. You're beautiful, Avery." He mouthed comforting me.

"Thanks, it didn't matter though," I tried to cast a smile. But maybe I should not try to smile because it looked unsigthy.

"Avery, look into my eyes. You are beautiful and he's just blind to see your beauty," he remarks seriously while his hands trapped my face forcing me to look into his eyes.

Looking at his sincere face, it heals the pain inside my heart. I want to believe that he is just blind like Cyrill said that he just fail to see my beauty.

It made me she'd in tears. I acted like I'm okey, that I am not hurt by his withdrawal. But, how could I not? I grew up in the idea of him being the man I have to spend my life with.

Later then I knew that he had found a very beautiful girlfriend out there while I was at home very pampered waiting for him to marry me.

My family tried to fight for the marriage but the other party who’s was involved was very firm and decided to compensate our family generously. What can I do? I cannot sacrifice my family I could only accept it. Maybe we are really not for each other.

It's very painful but I tried to act tough. For the sake of my family and I also felt that it’s better not to be entangled with them anymore. What Cyrill said untied the knots in my heart. Cyrill really brings me a lot of unexpected blessings.

The longer I look into him the surroundings turns ambiguous. My half-open eyes were glued to his eyes. My eyes then wandered around onhis face and stop at his butterfly lips.

Maybe it was because of wine we drink and the atmosphere is different. We can't help but lean closely on our faces and it's too close that our lips were only breath apart.

I don't know who makes the first step and our lips touch each other. I am shocked inside me but I don't know what went wrong and indulge myself a little bit.

Our lips moves and began to overlap each other. The increasingly heated moment blows our minds out. Is this the feeling of being kissed? I wonder silently.

Maybe I'm just hallucinating, it can't be that we kissed right? My eyes must be playing tricks on me and also because I've drunk too much.

His tongue drilled into mine, intertwined, and continue to dance while he sucked softly and exchanges our spit. Immersed in the kiss and forgotten everything behind.

My phone rings completely breaking the ambiguous atmosphere and wake me up. It's only then we realize what have we done.

So, it's not a dream? I was shocked on what happens. My face turned as ripe as tomatoes. Was the my wine capacity lessen and I get drunk easily?

My chaotic brain seems to have malfunctioned and it only projected what happened a while ago. Then I disorderly looked for my phone to divert my attention hoping to ease the awkwardness but failed to find it in time.