Film of Love

Quarante Deux

“Are you going out already?” Tine asked. I nodded as I fixed my things up into their places in my little bit messy desk but it will always and always go back to normal in just a snapped of my fingers.

“Are you not going?” I asked her back, wondering why she is still sitting pretty in her chair.

“Not yet,” she sighed. “I’m going to edit the 25% of my script then go on again until I finished it.” she continued. I just nod and bid goodbye and went off as I check out for my dismissal and went down the company.

I face-palmed myself as I forgot to text Dem that I’ll be getting off my work. I waited for a minute or two until she sees my message and responds to it—then I decided to walk towards the empty lounge area located in the lobby and to sit near the entrance of the company. All the employees have two exits, and some can go out by the basement where the parking lot is usually located at. Those will go there are mostly with higher ranks in the company while the below the line, which are us going to exit by what I said two exits which are located in this floor, the lobby, or the first floor—but then I will not use it this time because I have someone who will fetch me, temporarily. After all, this way is the easiest access to go out with.

My phone rang and I didn’t bother to answer it, as I just grab my things and walked to the entrance because I saw her immediately, it looks like I memorized what her car looks like immediately which she recently told me it’s just rented but anyways it hers, for now, as she was the driver of the car, a temporary owner.

I didn’t get the time to talk to her as we need to keep going before the sun hides. If that will happen, she will be having a hard time driving back to Caen. I still can’t get over the sudden sad news, I heard for my first month here and I could just have wished to be with her during this time, just like how she is with me with my downs when we are still in our teens but I can’t as I have so many responsibilities, commitments, and promised within my co-workers.

She indeed has a problem. She seems much quieter, her eyes seem to be swollen and red but you will be unable to see it if you’re far away. I think I know when and where she cried because I know Dem is the person who doesn’t show tears or hints of weakness and it’s always the opposite by me. I respect her for being so strong and someone who can keep up things, but I feel sad about her because there will be one time she will burst out and lose control of herself, which I want to see on her, never. As long as I am here I will make sure to help her and cheer her up.

“You know you look ugly when sulking!” I teased her, and no, she looks beautiful even with her resting face. I saw her glare which I feel that it is working.

“Well, Aryn is pretty,”

“Thank you—”

“Pretty ugly!” she teased me back, which I burst out a laugh. She is so witty, but I know the word “Pretty” is just a trap, LOL!

“Thanks for a two-word back-handed compliment,” I said.

“The phrase is actually so funny on how you can use 2 words different from each other and result with negativity,” she pointed out. We joked more and more and talked about how her mini-tour in the city felt to her. I also apologized for being too busy and she said that she can’t help it which I also agreed.

“Finally!” I yelled as I stretched my hands in the air. We finally come to our apartment. I want to feel my lovely bed right now but I can’t because we are still in the elevator going there.

I knocked on the door and Cosette opened the door for, me or us. Dem greeted me with a little wave and I asked, “Where’s auntie?”

“Well, she was out for a meantime as she forgot to re-stocked our pantry,” she said as she hurriedly cleared the things that are scattered in the living room because of the sudden “visitor” who is not really is because she once slept in this house, for what I know.

“Hi!” she awkwardly greeted her, officially. “Dem, right?” she looked at Dem for clarification if she gets her name correctly which is yes.

“So…it’s been so long!” she said. Dem nodded and went to my room. I just gesture my apology as I think Dem is rushing to go back. I hope Cosette understands and I also whispered that I’ll be explaining to her why but not too much as she has a light mouth.

“Dem—” I stop as I saw her having a conversation on her phone. I went out first for their privacy, I don’t want to eavesdrop and I might hear something I shouldn’t have.

“So…what is happening now?” Cosette asked. Oh no! I should be careful about telling her about this matter.

“Well, her father seems to have an illness, and don’t worry it’s not that bad. So don’t worry about it,” I just lied to her. I am sorry! “That’s why she needs to get her things here, as she plans to take care of him because, you know, her mother is not that young nor old but her mom is weak to handle a thing like that,” I added so that she can understand.

“Oh! Tell her to send my regards!” she said. I think she took the false reason, but I still nod and went back again. I knocked on the door, to know if they are finished. Once the door opened, I walked and saw her packing now.

I walked to the luggage she left open as she went to another side of the bed. It looks like she will also pack the kinds of stuff she has gotten from the Olympics, like those flowers, teddy bears, and a fluffy replica of skates. As I will go down and sat, her phone beam and I looked who is it and I saw a surname, Martin.

Martin? I think I heard it somewhere, I shrugged it off and said. “Uh…Dem, there’s a text.” I gave her a phone and she didn’t even bother to reply to it. It’s odd but it’s not my business as I continue to help her with these things.