Chapter Twenty Five
1485 Words
Paige
Wallace and I has been avoiding each other for three days now. Well, sort of because after our misunderstanding conversation three nights ago, I haven’t seen him.
He didn’t come home that night until now, still no sign of him. That’s why I decided to sleep on my mother’s room because I’m not comfortable sleeping in his room because he was not there. The vibe in that room is not the same because Wallace is nowhere to be found.
He didn’t called me and texted me. I did the same thing. If he will not talk to me after that misunderstanding, I will not talk to him too. He is the one who got mad over something else, not me.
I sighed.
I know my mom is already wondering why Wallace is not coming home. To avoid her interrogating questions, I always come to work earlier than my usual time and I come home late to make sure she’s already in bed.
I don’t wanna stress her out. Rigo told me yesterday that my mother asked him about Wallace. Luckily, Rigo told my mom the reason why Wallace is not home for days is because he is busy. He also said that Wallace tend to stay in his office when his schedule is hectic.
That kind of lie helped. Rigo didn’t ask me about that matter too. He knew whatever me and Wallace’s problem is out of his business. He knew when to shut his mouth and when to talk.
“You good?” I heard Ezekiel’s voice. We are currently in Tiana’s Cafe to meet the representatives of Arris Production. We finished three of the characters but we still need to polish every single detail of it.
What we are about to show is the prototype version. The three characters already have their movements and their specialties.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Nothing. You look down for three days now. Do you wanna talk about it?”
I tried not to groan. No one will understand our deal. No one can relate to the situation I was in right now. This whole mess is getting out of control. We need to stop the fire we started.
“I’m good, Ez. Thank you.” I smiled. He grimaced when he heard what I called him.
Ez is his new nickname given by Crissa. She told me that Ezekiel is too long for us to pronounce so she came with this name. Two letter, easy to pronounce and can save us time.
“How about we grab some lunch? My treat?”
“I don’t have any appetite, Ez. Sorry.” Lately, my appetite on everything vanished.
I don’t know what is wrong or what is up but, eating became a stranger to me. Maybe because I’ve been thinking what happened three days ago between me and Wallace. I’m aware that I offended him in any ways but that’s the truth.
Checking in the real time, we are not really together and that statement of mine hurt his ego. Men and their ego problems.
“My treat. Come on.” He insisted. He showed me his puppy eyes trying to convince me to eat outside with him. I chuckled, he’s really an adorable little child trapped in a grown up body.
I nodded and I saw the victory smile plastered on his handsome face.
Ezekiel brought me to his friend’s restaurant. He told me that he knew the owner, we can get a discount.
“What do you want?”
I scan the menu trying to find something that would fit my craving. Everything looks yuck to me but strawberry shortcake can go to my mood.
“I’ll have strawberry shortcake and lobster soup, thank.” I said.
I’ve been very picky to my meal lately.
“I would love to have Greek Chicken salad and chicken picatta and just water.”
“You don’t like wine?” I asked.
When me and Wallace is dining in, we always have wine from Leonetti. The owner is his friend and also, his business partner so, either the wine is given by the owner or he bought it himself since he loves drinking wine every meal is except dinner.
He shook his head, “It doesn’t fit my tastebuds.”
“Really? Wine is very famous in Italy.” I would know. I basically grew up here and every person I knew loves drinking wine. I adopted the habit.
“Yeah but I am not Italian. I’m Scottish. I prefer hard liquor than wine.”
“Really?”
I looked at him, amused. At least I have someone who is not Italian like Crissa.
“Yeah. Born and raise in Scotland. Been working in here for like a year.”
As I observed, Ezekiel will talk if he is comfortable with the topic. If not, he will either keep his mouth shut or he will just the subject and pull out another thing to talk about.
Just like last week, Crissa asked him about personal and love life questions he kept his mouth shut leaving Crissa annoyed. He’s secretive but not so mysterious. He just choose whatever information he will give.
Maybe I should be like him. I should choose the information I will give to someone. I shouldn’t trust someone’s sugary words and keep everything with myself.
“So, do you have a love life? Someone special?” I tried asking.
He didn’t flinched. He continued eating his salad without glancing on me.
“Don’t answer it.” I gave up. I shouldn’t force him to tell me everything about him. Maybe we are friends, but that’s not necessarily means that he is obligated to tell me everything.
He finished his food without saying something so I finished my soup and my cake too. I kept silent because I’m ashamed. I should atop asking.
Fuck this mouth of mine.
“I have.”
My eyes shifted to him. He is looking straight to my eyes. No signs of being force to tell something. He’s facial expression is normal like the usual.
He showed me his left hand. I saw the ring. “You’re married.” I dropped my spoon and my hand travelled to his ring finger with the gold simple wedding ring.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lunch with you.” I said. His wife might think something is fishy between us. She might think I’m seducing his husband. Oh god.
“Why?” He said, confusion is written on his handsome face.
“Duh? You’re married, doofus! You should have told me!”
We’ve been very close for a while now and I haven’t seen his ring before, just now when he showed it to me.
"It's just a friendly lunch. It's not big deal. Besides, we've been married for two years, we trust each other and respect each other's l8fe outside our relationship." He explained so I nodded. He is right. Maybe they trust each other that this kind of simple lunch won't do a damage.
“Anyways, you got kids?” I said excitedly.
“Nope. Because the person I married is a man.”
A huge smile appeared on my lips. I’m shocked but at the same time haply for him.
“Oh my god. That’s beautiful.” A huge smile is still plastered on my face.
Love wins!
“Is that bad? I’m gay.” He looked at me with a worried look.
“No! What the hell. You’re not doing anything wrong. You married the love of your life, you accepted your real gender and you are happy. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
A lot of homosexuals are afraid to come out because of the judgemental society. The society will tell us to be yourself but if you did what they said, they will judge you. There’s no clear space.
Society is the biggest scumbag in this planet. Society’s standards are scary. You might want to kill yourself if they don’t like you.
“You accept my sexuality?” He asked. I held his hand and I squeezed it.
“Of course. We are friends, Ez. I will accept everything about you. Just the good stuff though. And being gay is good thing. As much as you are not harming someone, it is okay.”
“Some people are still against this same s*x marriage or relationship.”
“But some people are supporting that kind of relationship and I’m one of those people. And I will support you. I'm happy for you, Ez.” I winked.
He chuckled. “Thank you. You’re the best.” My heart melted when he winked at me.
He is the most adorable guy I’ve ever met.
“So, when can I meet your husband?” I teased. I’m not actually assuming that he will let me meet his husband because he still got a private life and I'm not forcing him to do something for me to meet the love of his life.
“When he arrived from Scotland. I want you to meet him.” I nodded.
My heart is full of joy knowing Ez already find his true love. My heart is full of joy knowing he is truly happy with his husband.
The happiness in his eyes while telling some stories of how they met and got married is so pure. He became the very different person while talking about him. I can really see that he is happy with his decision to be what he really wanted to be.
When will I experience that kind of happiness? Because right now, I don’t know if I’m really happy with my life or I’m just distracted from sadness.
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