Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
Saturday, July 08, 2017
I was looking around my eyes searching for a little house with white walls and white roof that has a brown door. I am here at the place where Lettizia and Kid decided for us to talk over our plans on what we were going to write in our story. The morning breeze touched my pair arms, while I was trying to keep my eyes from glancing in every direction.
"Alex!"
I turned to the direction of the voice who called my name.
I saw Russell standing, with one hand in his jeans' pocket and the other hand waving at me. He was in front of the house I was looking for.
I ran and walked towards him. I saw him move to meet me, his eyes slightly closed because of the sun's rays.
"Hey, you're outside. Were you waiting for me?" I asked gazing at the closed door in front of us.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I can't go inside. See, the door is still locked," he said.
"Where are they?" I was confused. I suddenly felt irritated. They know we'll meet here today. And I know this is Kids house. Why did he suddenly leave his house? I looked at Russell and I noticed that he only smiled and sighed.
"I've been ringing the doorbell but it seems like no one's inside. It's hard to leave lovers alone. They have their own world all to themselves," he said shaking his head, smiling.
My eyes widened with what he said. "Letti and Kid are lovers?" I asked with a hint of surprise.
He frowned. "So you still dont know? Well, theyve been together for three years. That was the reason only you and me were sent here. Theyre living here by themselves," I can only nod with this realization.
"But what did you mean when you said it's hard to leave lovers alone?”
"What do you think?"
I stared at him thinking. I laughed covering my mouth.
"Anyway, theyre already living together. What and who in the world can hinder them? But still, its not something you do when youre not yet married," I said more to myself than to Russell.
"I know they're inside and they're doing it."
"What a dirty mind!"
"Listen up!"
There were moans and groans inside.
"See?"
"I dont see."
And he knocked my head lightly. "Fool!"
"What are we going to do now? Guess we could not stand here for long. There's a bench under that mango tree. Let's go there and wait 'til they realize we’re here," I told him looking at the bench under the mango tree.
"It won’t last. I mean, relationships don’t last forever. They will part anyway, anyhow," I told him as we moved toward the tree.
"You and your bitterness," he said.
I sat down. It was near the house gate and only a few steps away from the house's front door. "It's common nowadays. I just don’t feel thrilled about relationships. Today you find your partner sweet. Eventually, without knowing, youll find him or her sour and then it becomes bitter for both of you."
He was silent as though absorbing what I said. I looked at the street and watched as cars and people pass by. I felt like he was watching me but I ignored his inquisitive stare. "Youve been broken hearted?" he asked after a while.
I gathered strength and answered, My first love, my first kiss, and the first to break my heart. I smiled at him. It still hurts unearthing these memories Ive tried so hard to bury, but I have made myself strong. Who can't move on after 12 years?
"What happened? Third party?" he asked, full of curiosity.
"Yes, up to this day.”
"You didn't break-up? Youre still together till now?" he asked raising a brow in disbelief.
Suddenly the door opened and Kid popped out, disheveled as though a tornado had just passed him by.
Kid bid us to go inside. "Sorry we fell asleep. How long have you been there?"
"I've been here about half my life and Alex, almost a year," Russell joked as we enter the house.
"I didnt know you're that noisy when you sleep," he slightly nudged Kids biceps.
I followed Russell inside and saw Letti making the sofa of the living room. She smiled when she saw us.
"It's true. Weve been here long enough. But as you said, you had fallen asleep," I said while watching Letti put the aquamarine cushion on the couch.
"Have a seat." Letti told me to sit down, completely ignoring the two guys.
"Thanks, Letti. I didnt know that you and Kid are in a relationship," I started talking after the two sat on the couch in front of me.
"Well, yes. Sorry if we didnt tell you before," Letti said, leaning on Kid who's now grinning.
I felt Russell's small buzz on my shoulder. "Do not go out of your way being bitter," he said, not moving his mouth and faking a smile.
My eyes narrowed with what he said. I sighed and returned my gaze to Kid and Letti.
"Are you two live-in partners?" I asked.
"Not yet, but soon," Kid grinned showing his pearly white teeth.
I blinked. Did I hear it right? "Dont you think it's too early for that? What if you two bro–" I wasnt able to continue because Russell immediately covered my mouth with his hand.
"Just ignore her. She always likes to babble, you know," Russell said while biting his lips. I elbowed him and he removed his hand on my mouth while Kid and Letti laughed at what just happened.
Not long after, we started planning for our story. I got my pencil and used it to twist my brown wavy hair to prevent it from falling or stumbling and blocking my face.
"Youre both bloggers, right? I'll follow you. What's your username?" Letti said while typing on her laptops keyboard.
I smiled with what Letti said. Its been months since the last time I followed a blogger on my account. Usually theyre the ones following me. I opened my blog.
"Ms.AnonymousBlogger is my username," I said. After a second or two, I received a new follower notification. I immediately followed her back.
Letti asked for Russells blog. I gazed at him attentively, wanting to know what Russells username in blogging is.
"Ah...I don't have one," Russell shrugged and glanced at me before diverting it back to his phone. Confusion struck me. I thought he was also a blogger like us.
"I thought you have a blog? You know my pen name which I only use in my blog. If you don't have one, how did you know Im Ms.AnonymousBlogger?”
I remembered the first time we met. He called me Ms.AnonymousBlogger, and only those who have blogs know me by that name.
He moved his eyes onto laptop before he calmly answered me. "That was my friend. He's the one who told me about you."
It was still suspicious but I just gave him a nod and turned my attention back to my laptop.
My eyebrows furrowed when I saw that Mr.Commenter’ commented on my post again.
× July 08, 2017 ×
→Alex (@Ms.AnonymousBlogger) published a blog post.←
Today I will imagine the most impossible things in life. I hardly thought about love and all the things I believed in. Good luck to my stone heart.
I don't know why out of all the comments, his comment captured my attention yet again.
→ CommentMe (@Mr.Commenter) commented on your blog post.←
Nothing is impossible when you believe. Try to believe with all your heart and the impossible things will turn in to possible ones.
I shook my head and pointed my finger on the laptop's screen. "Who's this Mr. Commenter? He's so witty," I said and rolled my eyes.
I felt their eyes land on my laptop's screen. "Maybe he is smart?" Russell commented, gobbling up the chips in the glass bowl.
"Smart? In his face! He has so many unbelievable answers," I nagged.
"Reply to his comment. You should not let him contradict you on your own blog post," Kid retorted then did a high five with Letti.
I nodded and typed like crazy.
→You replied to CommentMe (@Mr.Commenter)’s comment on your blog post.←
Want to sit in my place? I'll let you know how it feels to become hopeless.
I breathed out when a new notification came from Mr.Commenter.
→ CommentMe (@Mr.Commenter) replied to his comment on your blog post. ←
If I sit in your place, would you be with me?
"Alex, I think he likes you," Kid said while his girlfriend agreed with a nod.
"What? He likes me? For sure, he likes to piss me," I disapproved.
"It looks like he meant something with what he's saying," Letti remarked.
"How could you say he likes me if he doesnt even know me? We havent even met in person! Plus, he doesnt know my attitude," I turned to Russell when he suddenly spoke from his silence.
"You should know that Cupid's arrow isnt based on the attitude or appearance of a man. Even if you snore loud in your sleep, even if your fart smells bad and you smell stinky from not taking a bath, the person who loves you would love you for who you are."
I pouted. "You have high confidence when it comes to love, right? Do you even have a girlfriend?"
He vibrantly shook his head. I nodded and smiled. "You should get married. How old are you anyway? Twenty-two, right? Go and make a fool out of yourself with love. I will never let myself look like a fool for that," I said.
"How long will it be before you realize that you should stop blaming love for your failures?"
I kept quiet and just focused attention on my laptop again. I started to type a reply for Mr.Commenter.
I gritted my teeth and hardened my jaws. How could they say those things? Have they ever been in my position? Did they at least once in their life feel the pain that I felt? No! They havent! They didnt!
They only had troubles of their own, caused by pitying the things they shouldnt pity since they dont know anything about it. I heaved out a sighed.
→You replied to CommentMe (@Mr.Commenter)’s comment on your blog post.←
No! I won't! I won't be there with someone especially with guys.
"Ouch!" Kid reacted, pretending to be in pain. My forehead creased more with the next reply of Mr.Commenter.
"Won't you try at least?" Mr.Commenter.
Reading it makes my stomach twist in annoyance.
"He has a point. Why won't you try, Alex?" Letti infuriately said. Why? I smiled bitterly.
Instead of responding to him I shut my laptop down. "Oh? You don't want to talk to him?" asked Kid scoffing.
"No, if that was about that thing I don't want to talk to him anymore," I said half furious.
"Why don't you want to try?" Russell once again spoke from his silence.
"Would you go and risk in trying again if you failed once?" I looked at him seriously. My eye brows rose with what he said.
"Yes, I will. For the second time around, I won't let failure overcome me again. If I won't try again, how could I stand and win the battle? Think about it: only those brave people would take a risk and only those risk taker hold victory."
Instead of responding to him, I just focused on what I was writing on my paper.
Hours have passed and we have finished thinking of our concept.
"You're going home with Russell okay?" Letti said.
We're now walking on the road. Outside the corner is where the public utility vehicles pass. It's good that Russell was walking beside me, so no one from the table we just passed by dared come near me a bunch of old guys drinking.
I don't know where I got the confidence that Russell will not do anything bad to me. Maybe it's because of his good boy looks and appearance.
"It's so late. Arent your parents worried about you?" he opens up the topic. Maybe he also felt the silence engulfing us.
"No, they won't. Theyve been used to seeing me arrive or go home late ever since I started working. Even when I'm in a vacation leave, they know about the events I join and activities like this," I answered then turned my head towards him. And you?” I threw his question back to him.
"We have a family business a coffee shop. I built it when I earned enough money as a chef in a restaurant before. I just left my job and decided to focus on our business. This whole month, my mother will take care of what I should be doing."
"Wow!" I said, amazed. "Youre a chef! Why not cook us some time?" I joked.
He laughed saying, "Sure, I'll cook you my special recipe for bitter gourd."
I snorted. "Why do I always hear bitter fruit from you?" I acted like I'm irritated.
"Because you're bitter, and that's the food that reminds me of Alexandria Mercado."
"Well, you're a cake sweet. I'm so scared," I said as if Im feeling sick.
"How can I be so scary?" he said in a worried tone.
"Because you are so corny and you always mention the existence of love," I made face for him to see.
"She's being bitter again, huh?" he says as if he's not talking to me even though I'm with him.
"You're so corny."
"You're so bitter."
I thought the teasing will never end. Good thing he brought me home safely. I invited him inside but he refused.
Before going to sleep I opened my blog. For the first day of me being a romance genre writer I enjoyed it. Though at first, we havent got any idea of what we would be writing. Thankfully, everything turned out the way we didn't expect. Collaboration isnt easy as what I thought it would be after the event. There were too many ideas, suggestions, and a little misunderstanding most of the time. Before closing my laptop I typed something to post.
'Goodnight :) -Ms.AnonymousBlogger'
I was about to lie down on my bed when I heard footsteps and arguments. I stood and walked towards my room's door, leaning my ear against it so that I could hear their voices clearly and to know why they're fighting again.
"Why did I see your mistress son here? How many times did I tell you to never bring your mistress or her son here?" I heard mom yell.
"I don't know, Lucy. I just arrived and I'm not with him."
"I saw him earlier, Edward! If you didn't know, then why was he here?"
"I have no idea, Lucy! Please stop! I'm tired!"
I sighed deeply, trying my best to ignore their argument. Of course, my day won't end without them arguing. The mistress son came here? Why? What does he want?
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