I am TWO

Twelve

MAGGIE

I stared intently at Hale who was on the other bed, he seemed to be sound asleep. A heavy sigh escaped my mouth as I stood up from sitting on the soft bed. I couldn’t sleep, until now it was hard to believe the things I found out.

I approached the glass window but saw a fake star and sky. I looked at my reflection in the window. Is it true that Thraia is alive? What is the reason if it is true that the queen is the one who wants to kill her own child? What is the reason? Can a mother do that to her own child?

No! No mother wants to harm her child. That was impossible.

I was caught in the head. My brain kept hurting from the confusion — I was even more confused. Thraia ... where are you? If everything I found out was true, I would do the right thing.

I was greeted by a gentle pat on my cheek. With narrowed eyes, I took the hand away as it tapped me.

"I still want to sleep, Savera. Later first," I said sleepily.

"Savera?" said the male voice.

Has Savera's voice become manly? When else? ... wait ...

"I'll kiss you if you don't get up now, babe." I could feel the hot breath on my face and the smell of peppermint and aftershave.

My eyes widened at what he said. Alas, I forgot that I was not with us and that I was not seeing Severa. He was smiling like a dog looking at ... my lips. This naughty man. I pushed him away and he sat on the floor.

"Don't you know the word gentleman?" I said in annoyance.

He stood up with a wide smile on his face. Is he teasing me?

"We're about to arrive, get ready. I still don't like slow women," he said and mumbled in front of me. "I bought a dress sitting next to your bed. Let's meet downstairs." He winked at me before leaving.

That man. Clenched my fist I stood up from the seat and a deep sigh escaped my mouth. I picked up the dress he was referring to and went into the change of clothes and combed my long hair in an oversized mirror sitting on a metal chair as I trained myself to be comfortable in my seat, it’s hard that I’m not used to.

I opened a gold round container in which I placed the makeup I was putting on my face. I hurried as I painted my face, lest Mr. Haze got angry because it took me so long to follow him outside. When I finished, I took big steps out of the room with my small container. I can't find my suitcase unless Mister Haze has it.

I was surprised when I saw him at the door and was about to knock. He gave me a bad look as if I had done something sinful to him.

"Why did it take you so long?" he asked in a bored voice.

"Do you know, Sir, that a woman can really take a long time to prepare, unlike those men? We have an image that should be taken care of especially, am I right," I replied without taking my eyes off him.

"Don't you also know that we've been in this ship for a few minutes that we should have left earlier? Don't you have any intention of pursuing what you want? In that case, Miss, you told me not to bother me. I'm going home,” he said seriously, which scared me for a while. His stare was as if he wanted me to rip apart along with his annoyance.

I swallowed, "I'm sorry." I apologized and stepped out the door and took my suitcase that was placed outside.

I suddenly turned in his direction, why is he laughing? What's funny? I was wondering as I held my suitcase.

"You're cute when you're scared, those beautiful eyes turn like defensive puppy's eyes."

What does he say? Am I cute when scared? What does the word cute mean? Sometimes the language he speaks is so irritating that I don't know what he really wants to point out. Why doesn't he speak purely in the Odessian language?

"Don't think about what I said, let's go, time is running fast. I still have a lot of things to do." The big smile never left his lips. He took my suitcases and walked ahead.

Even if I want to ask him if it's better not to, I'm sure he won't tell me that.

I looked around as I looked at the people I passed. They have different kinds of clothes to wear, unlike on our planet. A few women could see their white thighs as if they lacked fabric below. Their arms were exposed.

"Babe, look where you're going. You look like a mountaineer. You can act normal," he said as we walked to the aerodromo.

"Only now can I see that I can almost really see the curve of the body in what they were wearing and I can really see the body parts. It's very strange, I'm more used to what we see in our clothes, it's not like this," I explained without taking my eyes off the people who were passing with us.

"Get used to it, it's different from you and different from here. Your clothes are even more different than ours," he disagreed with what I said.

We exited the large building and we boarded in a white vehicle waiting for us. The driver put my luggage in the back of the car. No flying vehicle I see except the vehicle on the ground. It seems that the only vehicle flying in this world is an aerovano (Airplane). We didn't say a word during the trip until I finally fell asleep due to the extreme boredom I was feeling.

A gentle jolt woke me up. I opened both eyes and the woman's face was the first thing I saw. The car door was open, maybe in the middle of my slumber, I didn't realize that someone had taken me. Fear gripped me seeing the woman smiling.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked with my courage guarding me up.

"Ma'am, Sir Haze ordered me to wake you up when you entered the mansion. He also ordered me to take you to your room," she said politely in an Odessian language.

I raised an eyebrow at her, I wouldn’t believe her, maybe this woman was just lying. But I stared into the woman's eyes and I could see in her black eyes that she had no intention of doing anything bad to me.

"Okay," I just said.

She helped me get out of the car. "Thank you," I smiled at her.

"Nothing, are you Sir Haze's girlfriend?" I was surprised by what she said.

Am I Mister Haze's girlfriend? Who came up with that idea? It's just, she thinks badly between us and the man.

"No, I already have a boyfriend and not Mr. Haze." I raised my forehead in the utterance of the words.

"Follow me and I'm sorry if I thought that. It's only now that I saw Sir Haze bring a woman here to his grandmother's house," she explained.

I followed her, roaming my eyes to my surroundings. "Is this her grandmother's house?" My gaze moved to the beautiful landscape.

"No, it's just a miracle that Sir Haze came here, he's often at his mom's house or maybe at his condo near the beach."

We went inside the vast house and climbed the long stairs. I stopped for a moment when I saw a man come out in the right lane, holding a glass with only a red liquid. It also stopped when she saw me.

"That's Sir Haze's cousin, Ma'am. Sir Hajin, son of Madam Leonora's eldest son," she said, whispering at me suddenly when he saw who I was looking at. “Do you understand the earthean language?”

The handsome man who had black as night hair smiled at me before continuing to walk the other way.

"Is that so. Yes, kind of, the language in this place only," I said nothing and continued walking. How I learned this country's language, by what the Iteco read at me and I easily memorize things and understand it. However, only the Filipino language, not the others as of now, but I will learn the other as I stayed here while finding Thraia.

I dropped my tired body on the soft bed with a strange design. I didn’t like the color of the wall, it was too childish and had a bright color just like the sky and had a blue-pink design. The woman left me after she showed me the room. Is this how people are here, heaven?

I stared at the ceiling until I realized I had been staring into space for several minutes. Where can I find Thraia in this big world? If only I was with Gelian, if not Khriscelle, one of them could help me with this matter. Without the two, I know I can't do it alone. Sure, I've wanted to see them for a long time but after Thraia's alleged death, they also left at the same time.

Even if they don’t admit it to me, as much as I grieve at the time they feel the same way. It's also my fault because I care more about myself than sympathize with them. It is painful to believe that one of our friends is gone, the one who shaped us into who we really are, the one who nurtured and gave us hope in the time we wanted to give up. If I only had time I would have gone to them and told them what I found out. They may come, and I hope they come with me.

Slowly hot liquid dripped from my eyes. I am hoping that I will see you again, Thraia. Hoping that you are alive.