CHAPTER 56
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I am still in so much amusement after hearing that Florante booked the whole island for the two of us. That man is serious about showcasing me how rich he is without the need to tell that to my face directly. It's of no doubt that he can even purchase the whole island if he wishes to. I'd just like to settle in assuming that he didn't do it since he isn't the type to prefer living above sea level.
The thought made me suddenly recall something that he hasn't answered just yet. First is why is he living underwater? Why does he possess so much strength? And why does he have one of the legendary weapons from Bathala's court?
Although he clarified that he isn't Amanikable, something tells me that it's all a lie. The Sinawalatan obviously tells it all. Only the Sea God can wield that weapon, and if he isn't Amanikable, the falfeg won't even be in his possession in the first place. I suppose there are still some things that this man finds too hard to tell me. Just who really is he? Amanikable or Florante?
"Is there anything else you need, Ma'am?" the waitress poked me back to my senses. I didn't realize that she was still standing there while I drowned myself into my thoughts. I just had to gesture her that it's fine from here and that she may leave me so that I won't have to intervene with her job.
And as soon as she left, the atmosphere feels terribly cold once more. Being all alone in this table sucks. It makes me feel deserted. Where could that Florante have gone now? What's taking him to talk over whoever is calling him?
When I tried looking around the bar lounge, there was no signs of him there. I hate to leave the table but my anxiety pushed me to go look for him. I went forth heading the shore and the lighting from the beach houses are still extending up to this point, though the night has finally eaten the rest of the island's area. The tangerine sky had bid farewell as well that I could only a silhouette of the sea waves clashing to meet the sands beneath my feet.
"Florante?" I tried resorting to calling him out. I guess it's fine since it's just the two of us anyway. But the uneasiness begins to quiver my nerves when I didn't even hear a single response. "Florante? Where are you?" I called out again thinking he might not have heard my first attempt but still, there was no response.
He could not have gone to far just to answer his cell. Could he be trying to look for a good reception? Perhaps the wireless signal in this island is not stable that's why he needed to move where he can find a good one. Guess I just to go and find him.
I made a further walk at the edge of the shoreline to maintain my distance away from the beach houses. I could still see a bit of the light from here but it's a bit shallow. My eyes will adjust to the darkness a short while. For now, I have to keep looking for Florante.
"Florante? Answer me! Where are you?" I called out for about nth time ever since I began looking for him but horror begins to climb the rest of my veins. I am trying to refrain myself to think but I couldn't help but ponder, could he have left me here? Could he have abandon me in this place after being too Nagy? Or was it because I have tried to escape his dome?
But if he would exile me, why would be in a place where people could possibly be reachable to ask for help? Though in this case, I doubt the waitress would be of any help given the chance I tried escaping Florante from here.
Yet given the advantage of my situation, I remain stable from this point and disregarded the opportunity before me. I walked further and still calling out for his name, awaiting for his response. But no matter how I increase the loudness of my call, there is still no sign of him. I was hoping that any moment from now, he would be walking before me with his neutral or dull expression as he scold at me for staying near the shoreline this hour.
I am the current state of having a cold feet, not just literally. I never imagine that this day will come when I will be too scared of not seeing him. The man whom I used to despised and curse so much, is now the man that I wish to find safe. How funny can the turn of events for me be? I wanted to find him safe while disregarding the idea that he might really have abandoned me here.
That is not impossible for Florante, knowing how he can easily eliminate any of his own people. Abandoning me here would still be a charitable move for him, as he has spared me from bloodshed or worst--c*****e.
Though I have been randomly thinking of so many hideous things against Florante, I still can't help myself to feel worried about him. And at the end, I still want to believe that I just need to keep looking for him. Because somewhere deep within my chest, where that odd 'something' lies within, tells me that Florante won't abandon me. And that's probably the least thing I am holding on to right now.
"Florante, if you are trying pull a prank here then it's not funny! Come out now! Don't make me call you again!" This time, my voice is on the warpath calling out not just him but as well as his tricks. And still, there was no response. My worry began to boost into fear. I tried to calm myself down but it's slowly winning against me. I'm even more afraid to break down before I could even find him at this rate.
I am nearly giving in if I had not heard his voice, "Emalia!" It was like a far call. If I could remember it correctly, the whole island is quite wide with trees surrounding the whole. His voice instantly stirred me and the smallest hope of finding him.
"Florante?" was the first thing I mused upon hearing him once more. My feet immediately move while I tried recalling the source of his voice. This time, I tried calling for him once more and I've never been eager to hear his voice until today after I heard him calling out, "Emalia" once more.
My large footsteps advanced quickly into running. As my brain denies it, deep within me is so eager to find him and that is something I can't disclaim. I can only guarantee that the reason I am so keen to find him was because I am scared to be abandoned by him and be deserted in this island all by myself.
I don't want the same image I had in my earlier days in his dome to happen on me in this island. It's going to take the smallest sanity that I have left within me, and of course the trust I want to hold on. Trust that I wish to give to Florante despite what has done to me up to this moment. I still wish to see him, I want him to hold my hand and tell me that I was wrong about thinking he would leave me here all by myself. In the end, all I wanted to know upon seeing him is the idea that he, too, wanted to find me and...save me.
"EMALIA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" his voice was full of acrimony and anguish banded together. This was unlikely of what I was hoping to hear as he shakes me back to my senses. It was just then when I realize that half of my body is already drench with sea water.
And what is this? Was I trying to walk myself into the sea?
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