Chapter 10: Prediction of Honey
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Chapter 10: Prediction of Honey
“That is the perfect explanation, brilliant!” I exclaimed. I thought my theories were farfetched, crazy, and ridiculous, but here’s Cole’s words putting them to shame.
“Wow, Elois. I didn’t know that you would easily digest what I have said,”
“Oh yeah, yeah. I easily digested it. I know now that you’re a drug addict. You’re stoned now aren’t you?” I tried to laugh quietly since I don’t want to bother other people that might be sleeping like Leslie. But how could I not laugh so hard if the person standing in front of me is a big joke.
“Honey, since our long marriage, I never really learned how to detect your sarcasm,”
“Honey, that’s because we’re not married,” I tried to close the door but again, he stopped it with his foot. I must have slammed the door so hard, he winced.
“Elois, I know that I sound the craziest person right now,”
“You are the craziest person right now,”
“No-no, please let me finish first. I know that you Elois, my wife, is morbidly curious. That is I think the best thing I love about you. I also know that you’re pretending to be a shy-type of a girl, a modest and harmless girl, but deep inside you’re strong,”
“You almost got me there Cole, but you’re wrong. I’m not strong,”
“Yes you are. You think you’re not but you are. I know because you constantly battle yourself through depression.”
“How did you know about my depression?” my voice started to shake.
“Because I am your husband,”
“Okay. Leave me alone. You’re creeping me out. So please leave me alone before I call for help,”
“Okay. I’ll leave you alone. In one condition,”
“What is it?”
“Let me prove it to you that I came from the future.”
“Oh come on. Time-travel can’t exist, especially travelling back in time.”
“No Elois, it’s already happening in front of your face! All you have to do is to let me show you,”
I scrunched my shirt. He was right. Curiosity gets the best of me. “How would you prove it?”
“In Friday, you would experience a flash flood. It wouldn’t be catastrophic as it sound but…”
“Who are you Noah?”
“Elois, if that happens, would you believe me?”
I weighed in his prediction. A spontaneous flash flood would occur three days from now, what are the odds that it would be a coincidence? “Give me more specific detail and I would believe you,” I suggested.
“Okay. You and Jasper are together that time.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know why? I just know you were together that time.”
“You’re such a liar,”
“Hey, I’m from the future but it doesn’t mean that I know everything,” I guess he’s right. “Can you promise me that you’ll believe me if that happens?” Once again, I rethink the scenario. It’s unlikely that me and Jasper would be together when a flash flood would occur, right?
“I won’t promise until I’m not convince,”
“Elois, trust me,” Cole looks very serious and made me wonder how can he say all this. Why is he trying to prove the impossible?
“Alright, Cole. I’ll look forward to your prediction,” I acquiesced.
“One more thing. I can only travel back in time when the present Cole is sleeping. So that means in the morning, the present Cole would not have any idea that we talked this night.” I suddenly remembered that yesterday Cole said that he slept all afternoon making it only logical that I met “the future” Nikolas on that time period. Not that I believe him, but it fits on the puzzle. “For easier reference, call me Nikolas and I’m from the future. Cole is the present Nikolas, he’s the one you met earlier. We shall refer to him as Cole,” I rolled my eyes to his absurdity. “Also you should not tell anyone about this discussion. No one can know. Even Cole.”
“You do realize that I still don’t believe you,”
“Yeah. I know. That’s why I’m doing this,”
“So I can’t talk about this to you in the morning, only in the night?”
“That’s the essence of it, yeah,”
“Okay. Look, Cole, I mean Nikolas. It’s really late and I’m tired. Let me sleep on this, okay? You too. You should sleep on this. Maybe you’re just stressed or tired,”
“I am stressed, Elois. I’m stressed and frustrated that my wife is right in front of my face but I can’t hug her and kiss her. I’m stressed and scared that you won’t ever believe me,”
“Nikolas, just let this go for a moment,” and he did. I noticed that he removed his foot from the door frame so I could finally shut the door. Just like I promised him, I took what all he said from bed and slept on it.
The next morning, I have to attend a special class which is P.E. It’s special because my regular classmates or what they call blockmates aren’t with me in this class. We have different P.E.’s so we’re separated. It doesn’t make any difference anyway since I don’t know any of them.
My P.E. is tennis. I’m not sure what is the proper attire for playing tennis but I searched the internet and took an idea of wearing plain white shorts and a pink polo shirt. Honestly, I’m not comfortable wearing clothes different from my usual way of dressing. I like wearing blouses, dresses and leggings. Polo shirts, and t-shirts? I’m not a such a big fan.
My P.E. class would start at 10am so when I got in the tennis court by 9:30, I wasn’t expecting to find people there. There is a middle-aged looking man playing tennis with a younger man. Both of them was wearing shorts and polo shirts so I celebrated in my head that I wore the correct attire. The two were on par with each other successfully hitting each strike of the ball their opponent lash. Incredible! If I would learn this sport maybe I could be as good as them. The middle-aged man looks very strong and intimidating while the young one was very agile. I was at the back of the young guy side of the court so I couldn’t see his face. The ball was bouncing from one side to another with intense speed that I could almost not see it until the ball flew up in the sky and falls into a trajectory towards to me. My body couldn’t move from fear like it malfunctioned for a second and all I was able to do was to shriek.
“Got it!” the young guy successfully intercepted the ball before hitting my face. He hit it with his racket and flung it back to the middle-aged man. He took a point. The middle-aged man was so confident that the young guy wouldn’t catch his strike that he prematurely turned his back.
“If you could move aside, Elois, that would be helpful,” the young guy said. I recognized his voice and knew that it was Cole. He waved his hand to the middle-aged man as I think was a signal for a time-out.
“It’s you,” I mumbled.
“Huh?”
Before I say anything stupid I recognized his effort. “Thank you for saving my face from getting hit by the ball,”
“There is no need to thank me,”
“That’s nice of you,”
“No. It was only logical for a player of tennis to follow a ball and prevent it from landing. I did not even know that your face is on the way.”
“Oh, then there is really no need to thank you,”
“Right. Judging by your attire, you are to attend Mr. Simon’s tennis class isn’t it?”
“I don’t know Mr. Simon but I am attending a tennis class.”
“The man I was playing with is Mr. Simon. He would be our teacher for this semester”
“Our? You’re attending this class too?”
“Of course.”
“But you’re already great at it, I think you should choose a P.E. class that teaches you a sport that you don’t know yet.”
“I agree. That’s why I chose this subject. I studied the basics last night, scrutinized how the kinesthetics work by watching tennis and now I am applying what I have learned.”
I was waiting for Cole to say that he’s bluffing but didn’t budge.
“Do not be surprised. Virtually I can learn anything by just thorough observation.” I don’t know if I would be surprised by that talent or downright be scared. This guy can take over the world if he wants to.
“Last night, where were you?” I changed the topic.
“There you go again Elois, asking me questions like you are an investigator. To make this convenient for the two of us, I was at my room from 5:30 till the rest of the night. Like I said, I studied tennis then by 10:30pm like my usual schedule, I slept.” I thought so. Of course he would deny it. If I would take what he said last night seriously, then he is “Cole” right now not “Nikolas”.
The middle aged guy was walking towards us and he was smiling cheerfully.
“Mr. Yamazawa, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mr. Simon”
“Are you sure you’re a beginner? You surprised me a bit out there. You made me feel I’m competing again,” Mr. Simon was panting and sweating all over his body.
“Certainly,”
Mr. Simon offered his free hand to Cole to congratulate him but Cole didn’t reciprocate. I whispered to Cole that he should shake Mr. Simon’s hand but he responded only with a deep sigh and bowed his head to Mr. Simon.
“Okay? No handshake I guess,” Mr. Simon must felt really awkward since he walked away in an instant.
“You know, a handshake is a sign of a good sportsmanship,”
“His hand is probably perspiring and full of unwanted dirt. A lot of disease could be transmitted through body contact, especially a handshake” he explained softly. “I’m sure he would understand,”
“No, Cole, no one can understand that. Because you’re”
“Because I am a freak. No one can understand me. I have heard that countless of times.” His words resonated on me. I know how it feels to be treated as an odd one and it sucks. But maybe my high school classmates were exaggerating when they said that I was weird. Compared to Cole, I’m the most average gal. “People always say that to me,” he continued “they say it over and over again as if I do not get it. Look, you people could only say it once. I know I am weird and odd. I know and I had been trying so hard not to be,”
“Then shake my hand. Prove to me that you’re trying,” I placed my hand across him. His face looks stunned. He was trying to determine if I’m serious for so long that my arm got tired. “Try harder,” I ordered him.
And in a heartbeat, he took my hand and shook it.
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