skywalk

my weekend and weekdays

Weekend does end and weekdays make my life normal again, a teacher to the adorable kids. Their parents are fond of me. They find my learning method adorable, which I am really aware of. I showcase my singing capabilities during my teaching at school. It's as if I put a melodic emotion on every word I say. Yes, I agree that I have a sweet voice. And, I think that's the one thing my pupils love about me.

"Kids, I want you to close your eyes..." my pupils get excited as I instruct them "...then imagine that you are watching the skies at night full of stars. And, gazing to the thousands of them..."

It is just amazing to watch them shutting their eyes as they could. I walk between the aisles as I sing, "... twinkle, twinkle little star how I wonder what you are..." I finish the song and tell them to open their eyes again.

"Teacher, I saw a lot of stars. They have different colors..." Nathan, my pupil who seat in the last row near the window, calls out.

"Really?" I ask.

"And, and some are big while others are small..." he smiles and excited. As what you can expect with five year old?

"Yes, teacher. I saw a lot of colors too," Jacky, the chubbiest of my pupil seated in the front row agreed.

"Wow... So, you actually know how to imagine things. You know what kids; imagination is the first step to become an artist. So, now everybody, did you bring your precious crayons, right?"

"YESSS!" They were very excited.

"So, I want you to bring them out and try your best to draw what you have seen earlier. Did you saw those colorful stars? Draw them. Did you see them as big as your palm? Draw them..."

I majored in Art because it is my passion to draw and sketch. My lola taught me to not just earn for a living. She taught me how to earn for my happiness. She told me to live for my passion. However, when the afternoon ends, I am back again with my despondent and dull life. As, I walk through the skywalk's steep stairs, memories are flashing back one by one. They just make me more pitiful and in tears. I wish George is with me now.

I find myself carrying two can of beers as I am going home. It is better to just drink for myself again than thinking what I am going to do. Most weekdays I usually skip my dinner. I don't have the appetite to eat. I get my decent meal on weekends when George is here with me two nights and two days. Most of the time, we did not do anything we just cuddle and savor each other. He even watches me writing my lesson plan and saw me paint and sketch.

"Hey, can you draw my portrait for me?" one time he asked me. I did not answer him back and ignored him. George just understands my silence. I don't have enough reason to make him a portrait.

We also love to just stare to each other. We laugh. We share stories. I don't remember a single time that we fight. Perhaps, it is because we don't have expectations. We just make love knowing that we don't have the future. And, that we know we just live the moment.

A knock interrupts my thought, "who could it be?" I glance at my wrist-watch. It is quarter to nine.

"Hey..." I freeze but get excited after I heard a hoarse voice behind the door.

"How come he's here?" I tie my messy hair into bun before opening the door.

"Hey," George always calls me by this three-letter word and I find it sweet. He never calls me by my name and it's okay.

He wears sadness in his eyes while his hair is dump and muddled. I let him inside. "I'll get the towel..."

For the moment, as we sit on my sofa, we don't tell a word. I busy myself "hair blowing" his hair to dry. While, he is crouching and hugging his knees, his back faces me. His unclothe body has always amazes me. His muscles are just very fascinating for a twenty-year-old. I always think that I am fortunate that I explore this youthful body at the age of thirty-five.

"My girlfriend broke up with me..." I hear him saying.

"W-why?" I don't know what to say because guilt came rushing into me. It's as if something pins my chest inside.

"During weekdays, I busy myself with school. Exhibit for our department is nearly approaching and I had to finish our group's collection. I don't think she did understand that."

"Girls sometimes are self-centered. They use to own their boys. They want every minute of their time just for them. From simple good night messages to good morning messages, girls crave for attention." I move to sit in front of him.

"Well, she doesn't own me-"

"Hush..." I put my finger on his lips, "... nobody owns you. "

"I just love her. I am asking her to understand me but she hated the way I beg."

I first met George than her girlfriend and I know him more than her. But, George and I never communicate other than meeting here in my apartment. We don't have each other phone numbers or social media accounts. I will understand if someday he will not come back at all. 

"Spend the weekend with her," I suggest.

"I can't do that..."

"Surprise her, watch the sunrise and sunset together. That's what lovers do."

"Hey..."

"You love her, period. Do something to please her."

"What about you?" his eyes look more worried than excited.

"Don't mind me, you are here already and..." he zips my mouth with his warm youthful kiss.

I stand on my knees to kiss him back. I felt his hand crawling on my back while I grab his hair behind his head. He runs his mouth on my ears and I feel his heavy breathing.

"I'll make this night a weekend..." he whispers. Once again, I'm free from reality. We spend the whole night like we will never meet again. 

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Got a longer update, yet I need to add more I think, please bare with me. And, please do comment if you love my story. Show some love readers.

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p.s. I hope you will love the characters since I have revelations later on.