UNTIL WE MEET

Chapter Three

It was 06:20a.m. The horn from a car woke Berg. The last memory recalled was the scenario of Samantha. He returned his eyes on himself.

"What! What the hell happened in here? Did a ghost used me to satisfy her urge?" he was scared.

He looked on the side mirror. He depicted a lady dressed on suit coming behind. He hurried to the back seat and dressed himself. She passed beside the mirror.

He sighed.

"Men, I got to stay indoor through out today from this ghostly job, " he sat at the steering.

He put the engine awake and turned at the vodka. He emptied the bottle and threw it into the bush. He drove away.

Tess woke by 08:45a.m.

She checked on Samantha. She was still on the same position. She saved a note on the table and was gone.

Samantha woke by 11:10a.m. She yawned and stretched. East and west she turned. Only herself was found. The thought of Tess paid visit. She saved her feet in the shoes and walked to the living room.

"This i trust no believe on. How can she leave without telling me?" her mood was affected.

She searched for her phone. The piece attracted her sight. She laid hold on it and read.

"When I say I love you, I do. Forgive my leave without your notice. Just didn't want to call you out of that peaceful kip. Maybe when next we meet coincidentally. For now, I don't think we will meet. I should be in the same flight with my boss to Mexico. Don't miss me much. Bye. Tess."

"Crazy you. Well, I wish you safe trip, " she smiled and tore the paper.

Tess set her phone on flight mode. She held the phone and unlocked. The thought of calling Berg came.

"Nope. Not so fast. I don't want him feel I am missing him that much. If he truly care about

me, he should do the calling, " she unlocked and dropped aside.

She tied a towel and went to the bathroom. Humming a song, she began to wash her teeth. She turned on the shower afterward, her phone beeped. It was a message. It beeped another time. She heard it. Her thought hung on Berg.

Berg reached the station and parked the car. He signed out and dropped the key to an officer. His heart was heavy and head pounding. He struggled to come out of the deep he swum in. He boarded a cab and sat weakened. Via the inner mirror, the driver depicted.

"I know you are not one of the spook I had given ride. What kind are you?" Hardy was concerned.

"Am I a resemblance of any?" Berg tried to dodge.

"How can I tell?" Hardy parked.

Berg rested his head on the seat.

"You are restless. I better drive you to the nearest hospital before it turns too late. I am seeing a corpse with the privilege of few minutes or seconds of existence, " Hardy read.

"Shh. Shut the hell and drive, " Berg jammed the door.

The drive began.

Samantha came out and dried her hair. She held her phone and clicked on the message. It was a romantic text from Goldsman who wanted to bed her by all means.

"This naughty dude again? I hate to see or hear anything about you, Goldsman. Can't you just see another lady from me?" she threw the phone on the bed.

She creamed her body and sprayed charming fragrance. A call came in. She peeked. It was a weird contact.

"Who could this be?" she pondered.

She dressed and went to the living room. She lied on the couch. The phone lied on the side stool. The phone rang. Answer was giving this time.

"Hello, who do I have here?" she tried to tell through the voice and brought pretence alive.

"Don't be mad at your caller, my lady. Show some respect mama inculcated in you, " he told softly.

"If you wanna earn that respect, tell who the hell you are, " her will stood.

"I pray not to earn your respect. I deserve it. No other as I think deserve it more than me, " he played her.

"You have a pending question. Answer or I close this conversation, " she was strict.

"I pray you show some calmness, " he voiced.

"Give a straight answer, " she demanded.

"I am the young dude that stood by you, lean on you with romantic touch. Sing into your ears with a song of romance, having my tongue commune with your ears, loving your fair and charming skin. Your skin is built with magnetic force, it calls my attention to you. The first time I ever tasted your lips, it was breathe taken. It was worth it. Like the rose in the morning, so is your face stand opposite me with so much beauty that I see nowhere on earth I can find such beauty you are. I pray you, let your lips say yes. Your absence has made me like a suckling child that hungers for the breasts of his mother every now and then. I beg you, milady, the sweetness of your soul my soul longs for. I need you by me, " he expressed.

"Was that poem for me?" she waited a reply.

"You heard me said it to your ears, " he was rude.

"Don't be rude to me, boy. Have you exhausted your manners?" she sounded harsh.

"Not yet, the heart in me. Since four days I had known thy face, my soul lost its desire on all but you, " he slowly bought her heart.

She sniffed and muted. The urge to be with him was born. She struggled to kill the feel but it was invented beyond curb. She was in love but hid it and lived on pretence on phone.

"Samantha, are you there?" the first kiss presented itself to him.

"Uh, here I am. Goldsman, hold on. I like to gulp some water, " she paused.

She put the call on hold and dropped the phone on the stool. She left to the fridge and returned with a glass full of water. She sipped and dropped it on the stool. Goldsman composed a romantic poems. She put it off hold afterward five minutes.

"Hello, Goldsman, " it looks like a friendly voice.

"How soft and tempting is your voice? To this temptation I pray to fall in. If forcing myself to have you is sinful, I like to commit this sin, " he captured her mind.

"Hm. Church boy planted in the garden of love. State your terms, lover boy. Stop forcing yourself in through that door because you could be arrested for a criminal act, " she dared him to speak plain.

"You are my fix price I have a price to pay for. My term is you, my time is no exception of you.

Love you and want you all to me, " he clearly stated.

"Goldsman, whenever you see my call, I am ready for you. Don't call until I do the calling, " she attempted to end the call.

"I pray not to earn lie from milady, " he doubted.

"I am no royalty, lover boy. My blood is not mixed with that of royalty. I pray thee, address me the way you saw me, address me this way I am, " she instructed.

"I hope to hear you now. Tell me something before thy voice fade. Keep me busy before thy absence feed my ear, "he waited.

"Time will tell when my call reach you. I go dark for now, " she ended.

"Wai... Oh, s**t! That was too fast on me. So I have to be a patient dog in silence? It didn't work, " he dropped the phone with

regret.

"What does Goldsman really want from me? He see the beauty deck on me but Berg never tell me such words, he is not romantic at all, " she debated within.

She tried to take a nap. She lied but was beholding Goldsman's picture. Up on her feet, she laid hold on her phone and dropped.

"Ah! What's happening to me? Someone should talk to me. I am in love. Wait, is this real?" she lay down.

Her eyes were shut. She tried to have some sleep. Her mind was not at peace.