Out of the blue, The moon was bright in the night sky. I was standing on my terrace, admiring the moon while sipping a cup of coffee.
I asked myself. Why does it feel heavy? It was always. The pain, I didn't know how to make it stop. I didn't trace where it came from and when would it be going. I felt blank. I laughed bitterly. Was it always like these? Whenever I placed myself, there were always came first.
I didn't realize that I had finished the coffee I was holding. The night was getting colder, instead of staying awake due to the effect of the coffee, I felt even more drowsy so I decided to go inside to rest. Work is again waiting for the future.
One week later, I was helping Louisa moving out her pieces of stuff in her new apartment. I asked her how did she afford to rent the house knowing that it cost a high amount. She said it was her friend who helped her to pay for the apartment. Good thing, some of her stuff was saved despite the fire last week.
"Thanks for the help." She said as she handed me her luggage.
"It's a little thing. I forgot to congratulate you on the promotion yesterday. You're doing great Miss Georgin."
"We're not at work. Call me by name." She smiled.
"Okay then, I'll carry it anyway."
"Your brother told me you visited me in the hospital when I was there the day the condominium fire broke out…… Thank you."
"You must be thankful to my brother instead, he was really there before I came." I turned around and carried his luggage inside. She was left standing in her place.
I roamed around the room. It was bigger than my apartment. The size looks for someone who will live here but it looks like she is not the only one who will live maybe she has a partner. That was his girl friend who that was I don’t know. All I know is I was just Louisa’s friend all this time.
I just rested there in the living room while Louisa was in the kitchen. I was bored so I followed her to the kitchen, I caught her cooking.
"Woah! The scented smell reached the living room." I could immediately smell what Louisa was cooking. Its scent. I then remembered the dishes cooked for me by Mrs. Dunkin. The taste of her dishes is left on my tongue after eating so my taste buds are looking for it.
"I'm almost done, My tummy can't wait," she said still busy cooking. Seriously really while putting the recipes in the cooker.
"Yep, Well see if the smell matches the taste." I joked. I was just leaning against the kitchen lobby waiting for her to finish.
"Then don't eat, if it's not"
"Just kidding."
As I watched Louisa turn away, my mind flew again. I can't resist looking at her perfectly shaped body no matter what angle, she's still beautiful. I thought that was all I wanted in life. Simple yet peaceful. Who is a man who has not dreamed of such a life? You are in the same house as the woman you are looking forward to. This case is the opposite of the reality where I am today.
I stopped daydreaming when Louisa put down what she had cooked in front of me.
"Hep! Hep! Free taste first."
I smirked. I tasted his cooking. I was speechless of tasting it. She's perfect. The taste of her cooking. I love Louisa even more because apart from being beautiful, she can do a lot more. She was good at cooking!
When I finished tasting his cooking. I made a fake cough. Her eyebrows rose and she was surprised so she panicked to get water from the refrigerator.
"How was it? Isn't it taste good?"
"Yeah, better luck next time." Suddenly her face became sad and she set the food aside on the side of the table then she took his cellphone and made a call.
"I'll order our food."
"Hey, I'm just kidding. It's really tasted good. I swear. I just teasing you… Let's eat?" I smiled at her, she looked disappointed with what she cooked because of my reaction, it's a good thing she didn't continue to order.
Louisa and I just ate quietly, because we had nothing to talk about. Not like before every time we eat we were laughing. We almost never finished what we were eating. But now it's different. It was only with Louisa that I learned how to be normal. Unlike in the mansion, there must always be a formality. It must be perfect because that should be the behavior of the rich but because of her, I saw another world. I haven’t been like Xymon that everyone will look up to for being perfect. There is class and pride but then being different from being Wilton defines me.
Louisa and I both sat on the sofa at a distance. "This house is huge for you," I said while looking at the ceiling and walls.
"Yeah, huge not as my condo before." She said. "By the way, Your birthday is near to come. Any plans?"
"Our birthday," I emphasized. "Nothing yet. Honestly, I didn't think of it either."
In the midst of our conversation her phone suddenly ringing relentlessly. Louisa looked at me again as if to let me know that she needed to answer the call first.
"Excuse me." She stood up and just moved away from me a little bit. I just watched her while talking to someone on the other line. She was stunned by my behavior and she smiled. I don’t know what they were talking about when she was talking. When the phone call was over he went back to the sofa.
"Something urgent?" I asked.
"Nothing. It was Mr. So."
"Mind if I have to go,"
"Uhm, you're leaving?" She asked. I stood up and stretched my arm. "Anyway, if you don't have something to do on Tuesday, can you accompany me?"
"To where?"
"I'm not sure but I wish you will."
"Sure, just call me," I said goodbye afterward and left Louisa's apartment.
The next day I was busy with work and meetings and projects. Work can be boring when it's not what you want. I feel like I'm Xymon. I also get to spend time with Mom in big meetings with businessmen. She introduced us to them. It’s always set up like that. As I was there I noticed that my mom's treatment of me was changing. It's not like she used to be cold and she always puts my ability first. Gradually she learned to be proud of the business owners of other companies she was with. Xymon noticed that too and she was happy for us. Finally, Mom and I are getting okay. Little by little she saw what I could do. We don't talk too much whenever she has something important to say or ask.
"Xy? Where are you? Can you help me?" The sun was setting when I woke up. I didn't go to work first because it was my birthday. Honestly, I wasn’t excited so I just stayed home and slept. My head still hurts a bit, I think I drank more last night.
I groaned. "What happens? Where are you?"
"I'm here near the park. I need your help."
"Why are you there? I just woke up. Please, wait." I got up and put on a t-shirt.
"Okay. Hurry up."
I was worried again about what might have happened to her. Sometimes I really think that she's just here next to me so that she doesn't get hurt and so that even if she needs me I can help her right away. I hastened to run because the park she said was also far away. It will take me dark on the flight. I called Louisa to make sure she was okay.
"Hey Lou, I'm close to there. Are you okay?"
"Y-yes, I'll wait for you here."
"Don't hang up the call," I told her. I'm slowly getting closer.