Capital Letters Of Wild Heaven (ONC 2022)

CHAPTER 03

Marcelli Eirene Banasiewiez

My hand flew to poke his head.  I got myself a hiss and a glare for what I did.

"Stupid asshole, why are you not following me? What are you, a child I have to hold hands?" I said in annoyance.

"Why not! I'm new here! What if I get lost! My mama will cry—"

I cut him off by gripping his wrist, pulling him to walk with me.  I can never survive with this man.  It's good that I only have months with him.  Oren lessens my life expectancy.

"Okay, shut up already."
 
I caught him looking at my hands holding his so I let it go but he grabbed it again, making me raise a brow.

Oren gave me an innocent look.  "What, hold me so you won't lose me again."

My eyes rolled and just let him.

I was glad that we were finally going home but then Oren just loved making things complicated.

He insisted on riding the taxi because he just wanted to try.  I may just sit on the plane but that tired the hell out of me.  I want to avoid further argument so we ride the taxi while I let the man in black take our things to my house.

I close my eyes once the taxi starts the engine to get some rest.  Minutes later, I felt Oren moving around.  I didn't mind him at first but I looked at him when he bumped into me.

And for goodness sake. He's like a little kid who is riding a taxi for the first time! Oren would kneel on the seat to have a look outside from the rear window glass, then sit to gaze outside his window then at my window.

He moved again to stick his head out of the window, horrifying me.

"Oren!"

I held the back of his shirt and pulled his head back inside.  I heard the driver laugh.

"What?" His eyes were innocent.

"You trying to kill yourself?" I snap.  "I thought you don't wanna die!"

My father will shoot me if this man loses his head.

Oren frowned his brows.  "We're the only car on this road, Eirene."

My eyes wander outside the taxi and he's right.  Maybe because we're in the rural area.  But then what if a car speeds out of nowhere? I couldn't afford to lose a job for his head.

So I use the trick I always use with my brother.

"Okay, stick out your head and don't ever put it inside until we reach my house. If you do, I'll cut it out of your body."

That makes Oren sit firmly on his seat and hugs his bag.  It works.

We keep silent the whole ride.  Oren's eyes are only moving around.  After half an hour, the taxi stopped in front of the two-storey house.  The exterior was coated in paled color, contrasting the atmosphere. Windy and sunny.

We got out of the taxi and noticed our luggage at the door in front of my house.  The man in black might have left it there.

My eyes landed on the simple house on the left, the house on the right has a lively atmosphere because of children going around in front of it so I assumed that the house on the left is where the other term is staying. I shrugged and walked over to the front door of the house in front.

"Why is it so hot here?"

I opened the door and took the luggage as I answered, "of course, you're in the country that is above the equator.  Be scared if it rains snow here."

"You don't have to be sarcastic."

I just rolled my eyes at Oren's statement and a smile crept into my mouth as a smell of home invaded my nostril.  The caretaker that comes here every week maintains the cleanliness of my house.

"Nice house," Oren commented as he followed me inside.

I gave him his things since he brought his whole house.  "Here, help me get this in my room."

He hesitates as if doesn't want to follow my order.  I assume that someone else is doing it for him.  Well not in my house.  Oren finally took it when he maybe thought I'm not backing down.

We use our time arranging our things inside my walk-in closet.  From that, my assumption that he wasn't arranging his things when he's out is right.  He even seems not familiar with his clothes.

One of the absorb things, is he almost put the whole bag in a cabinet if I wasn't able to stop him and told him that he had to take out the clothes one by one and file them.

After that, we both lay on my bed, side by side.  I know it's kind of an exaggeration that I got tired by just putting clothes on the cabinet but don't blame me when I'm with Oren Fucking Blair.

And I... will always love you

"You have great neighbors."

I chuckled at Oren.  Then we heard another high note from what I assume is someone singing from karaoke.  It's pretty common here in the Philippines to hear karaoke everywhere.  Good thing everyone has a good voice.

"Get used to it."

Oren let out a breath.  "It's fine, he has a powerful vocal.  Wish I could sing like him." He whispered the last sentence but still passed to my ear.

A silent fall to us that I thought he fell asleep when he asked something.

"Babe?"

"Don't call me that."

"Babe?"

Agh.  "What? And I told you not to call me names."

He ignored it again. "We put our clothes in the same closet… is this your only room?"

That… rendered me speechless.  How in the world did I fucking forget that this house contains only one room. 

Oren stands and so I am.  We're both looking at my bed as if having the same thoughts as me.  I mean, if there's only one room, then there's only one bed.

Oh, why does everything have to be so complicated? So far, this is the only job that makes me question my whole existence.

I turned to him.  "We'll share this room.  You'll sleep on the floor—"

"Come again?"

"I have only one bed and I won't share it with you."

Oren looked at me in disbelief.  "You'll make me sleep on the floor?"

"Why not?"

He looks so mortified.  What's so bad about sleeping on the floor? I'll give him a mattress if that bothers him.

"I'm a visitor. You sleep on the floor."

"Excuse me? This is my house."

"Didn't your mother teach you how to treat a visitor? I'm a celebrity for Pete's sake!"

My jaw dropped.  "How dare you bring my mother on this!"

"What? That's common sense!" He yelled back, the same range of voice as mine.

"Don't race your voice!"

"It is! Values, morality, ethics," Oren listed a school topic I don't know where he gets.  "It was even taught in school to treat your visitor nicely!"

I gritted my teeth.  "No! My house, my rules!"

Then a few hours later…

I'm on my bed, and beside me is Oren fucking Blair.  A set of pillows is separating us but we're sharing the same blanket because I can't find any and I'm tired and just want to sleep.

I don't know what black magic he has and Oren was able to induce me of him sleeping on the same bed with me.

"Good night, lemon."

"Fuck you."

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