Hope: Simple Love

Chapter 1

The life motto I always answer in every quote questions is the golden rule, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". Why? Because it is a very simple words with a very understandable meaning but always a hard thing to follow.

As life gets harder and harsher, I firmly believed that if I respect someone, that person will respect me too. If I'm good at someone, she'll be good to me too. If I treat someone bad, then she will treat me badly too. Maybe those mindsets make me aloof to people I don't like and too prank and straightforward to people I like.

I sighed and sit lazily on the solo couch of this high-end restobar. I looked at Lynangel who is enjoying herself like someone who is not experienced a break up just last week. I looked at the man he is talking and saw his eyes looking at me with a smile that is supposedly for Lynangel who keeps on talking and talking. I rolled my eyes unconciously and my eyes landed on the man infront of me. He licks his lips sensually which makes me choked even though I didn't have anything in my mouth.

I almost stand up on my sit and walked out when I feel my phone vibrating for a text. I immediately picked it up and was about to look at the message when I hear Lynangel irritating small voice.

"Yes, of course. We can go on our own date and let ourselves, enjoy our night."

She said it while her eyes looked at the man infront of her, to the man infront of me and finally, to me. I looked at her dumbfoundedly and mouthed, "What the hell?"

She just giggle like a b***h and talk to the man infront of her. I blow some breath to calm myself down. This girl is suffering for a break up with her two months boyfriend. She was just trying her best to forget her boyfriend. I sighed and calm myself before calling for her.

"Lynangel.."

I don't know if my voice was too low or just because her giggles are louder than my voice. I gritted my teeth and sighs again. I shall call her name one more time.

"Lynange-"

The man infront of me, holds my hand that was resting peacefully on the table. I flinched at his move and look at my hand that is cover by his now.

"Don't bother them. Why not let's give them a space and enjoy on our own date?"

Even though he said it in a very sweet and slow voice, my ears transferred it to my brain which translates to, "Let's go out of here and f**k somewhere". My blood starts to boil. I slides my hand forcely to get rid of his. I glared at him and get a sprayed alcohol on my purse. I spray it three times to my hands while looking directly to him. His thick straight ugly eyebrows almost meet when his forehead creased.

I rolled my eyes at him and pinched Lynangel's arm to get her attention. She turned her wide open eyes to me and was about to scream at me when I cut her off and speak seriously.

"We need to talk. Now."

I stand up with my purse without explaining anything to her. I walked pass to her who was still in her sit and just watched me to walk straight. I reached the bathroom and put my palms on the sink and sighs. When I heard her steps I turned around to be sure that it was her before talking.

"You promised me that we will go home after 11? Why are we going on our own date, you b***h!"

I pinched her side waist which made her flinch and squeal. I looked around the bathroom we are in right now, good thing there is no people around. I looked back at this girl with a frown and glare.

"That hurts! Don't pinch me hard, you brutal woman! Besides, why are you blaming me? The boys insisted on it so we, girls, as a pretty creasture shall just follow them, right?"

Seeing her smile so brightly makes my blood boils. I groaned frustratedly at her. I stomped my feet off the tiles and open my purse to look at my phone.

"Omg! Don't tell me your brother will go here? Why? What is it this time? Did he told you that he will pick you up? I told you that we will go home together! Stop him, Adaire Rosanta!"

Lynangel, who has an idea who I was about to call, hysterically stood beside me and tried to grab my phone as I dial a number. I glared at her and pushed her hands away.

"He didn't even know that I am here. It's your fault! I want to go home now so I will call him and asked to pick me up in this place!"

"Oh my God! Stop that, Ada! I get it, okay? Don't call him, please. Or else, our friendship will be over!''

I shaked my head on her and type a number on my phone. It rings so I put the phone on my ear and waited for someone to talk.

"It is your fault for dragging me here! If youre that scared, you shouldn't dragged me here."

She groaned frutratedly besides me. She bit her beautifully colored nail. I slap her hand a bit to stop her.

Just how many is it for this year? I've been attending blind dates with her because, first, she pester me with all the methods she can think of. Since we've known each other for more than a decade, I think she knows almost all of my weaknesses and things that b me, which makes it more irritating. Second, how can I say no when she always tell me that the men that we were meeting up was on the highest level from looks down to the status.

I really wonder how she got connected to them. But then, when I think of her work as an exclusive secretary of one of the wealthiest man in Asia, I think she has the very right to get connected to them. Besides, she got the looks and the body to die for. Sometimes, I think it is really unbelievable how I got friended with her.

The very first blind date I attended was with Lynangel, that was three years ago, obviously. She said that it was a mixer and she got invited because the 'leader' of that group (she meant the wealthiest) saw her in a party that she and her boss attended. They exchanged phone numbers and when we were eating in that second-class restaurant, that leader invited her to that mixer. And she forced me to it, obviously. After five days, we both reach the meeting place. It was a freaking hella first-class restaurant in freaking hella first-class hotel. I remembered only seeing beautiful gold chandeliers and gold pillars.

It really went good, at first at least. But when my jaw got tired after faking my laughs and smiles, I never once smile or talk again.

Why wouldn't my jaw got tired after an half hour? First, the girls gaze were like firing a laser at us. I think it is only me who think like that because Lynangel seems friendly to them. And thankfully, I was sitting at the far end so I don't need to talk to them at all. Second, the men were looking and smell so good. As expected for rich people. They wore their whole clothes as a whole expensive brand that can't be found in any mall of the Philippines. I am really convinced that they are a decent guys, but men will always be men. Whatever their status, the clothes they wear, the eyes cannot be cover.

I started feeling uncomfortable at the man's gaze infront of me. He kept on talking to me, where at first, I entertained him and didn't mind his gestures or gaze. I just looked at his hands that was slowly and slowly getting near mine. Regardely of how far our hands are. When he started touching my hand with a gross feeling. I raised up my head to glare at his face but what I saw in his eyes was full of lust. It sent hundreds of bolts to my whole body that I unconciously used power to pushed his hand away from mine. It made a loud crash since some plates got carried by his hand. The group are not looking at us. The man infront of me looked at me as if I am an unbelievable creature.

And, obviously, it ended badly because of that scene. I walked out of that freaking hotel and ride a very expensive taxi that cost me one-fourth of my salary as an Executive Accountant. When Lynangel asked me why I did that, I just said what's on my mind the whole time.

"They freaking invited us to a restaurant in a hotel so they can get us to that freaking hotel rooms and get butt naked!"

The second date, was just for me, since Lynangel got herself a boyfriend at her next blind date after a week from that mixers. She setted me up to her boyfriend's friend who, she told me this, saw my picture on her gallery and asked for a date with me. He was a sweet guy but he ate alot. The icing of the cake we ate was all over on his cheek. The spoon he was holding kept on falling onnthe ground for an unknown reason. So, I went home after two hours with him and complain to Lynangel for giving me such a date.

I also experienced a lot of type of guy. There's one guy who has hair all over his face. Luckily, its not an illness but due to his super busy schedule that he can't shave or go to salon. Another guy was looked so okay in appearance but his type was in the same s*x as him. He was just force to attend blind date due to peer pressure. There are lots of different guy, a fat one, a bad smelling guy, gluttunous, fouled mouthed, cigarrette and alcohol addict, a too decent guy but without a job, and so on.

Whenever I complained to Lynangel, she just tell me that I am too picky on my dates. But, that's not true. I am not picky, it is just my low standard can't still be reached by them.

"We were having fun for hours. Why do you need to call this brother of yours and asked to drive us home?"

She kicked the driver seat where my brother was sitting. He glanced at my bestfriend and they shoot glares at each other.

"Your bad habits are passing to my sister. Are you going to take responsible if she didn't marry?"

My younger brother, who is now in college, said it like he was concern about my marriage life. He then started the engine while rolling his eyes to my bestfriend.

"I am helping her! You are the one who keeps on making things difficult for her!"

I shake my head and just put my seatbelt on and sleep.

After a month, Lynangel pestered me to go on a blind date alone. Fortunately, as what she said, that guy was from a rich family with a good background and a good face. Also, he is her new boyfriend's friend from college. She recommended me when they talked about relationships.

I just can't say no to her when she offers things and threatens me and get emotional. She give me his full name and I searched him on my phone.

I saw his f*******: and he seems a decent guy. He is a rich son of a political person. His shared posts that was the only one who is public, were decent and appropriate. He even supported some sort of fund raising for PWDs. His pictures say that he is those cute boys that you rarely see. I smiled while looking at his innocent smiling picture. Good looks, great status, and an active supporter of the people in needs, he got like more points than the others. Basically speaking, he is almost reach my standard.

So I dressed up in a very minimal black and white casual bodycon dress. Even if I'm not into make ups, I applied abit on my face just to make a good impression. I applied my most expensive perfume. Wore an earrings I ordered overseas. You can say I put some effort to look good at that time. I just hope he won't disappoint me with his attitude.

I reached the restaurant which according to Lynangel, is his restaurant. Its a cozy resto with a bunch of wines and hanging lights. I looked around and noticed how many customers they still have even though it is almost 8 pm.

"Table, ma'am?"

I looked at the waitress who approached me. I smiled at her as I open my phone and look at my note app.

"Uhm, reservation for Arnold..Roberts?"

"This way, ma'am."