chasing the summer hearts

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

FOR THE MEANTIME, Roscoe was idling on his seat after returning inside the venue about 2 hours later. It was time for dinner. It was already 11:30 in the evening and he's very confused as to why dinner preceded in this point. It was indeed late. But he's just shrugging it. "Kumain ka na Mi Amore," mabait na tugon ng kasintahan nang makabalik siya sa kanyang upuan.

"I'm not hungry. I'll just stand up later when everybody got their food. Ayaw kong makisawsaw doon dahil baka mas sisikip pa ang lugar." Pag-aamin niya. Kaya napatingin si Yrozze sa buffet tables at napansin niyang napakaraming tao nga ang naroon. "Sige, kung yan ang gusto mo." Aniya at saka kumain na.

Pinagmasdan ni Roscoe si Yrozze kung paano kumain. Albeit he's fast while eating, he's still prompt and prim. It was like he was taught by a royalty. Indeed he looked like a part of royalty. "Why are you looking at me?" He asked in between.

Napabuntong hininga ang binata.

"I was just amazed at how you seemed to be eating very sophisticatedly where in fact, you put an amount of food in your mouth every second now. How exceptional." He said. But Yrozze just laughed it off. "Don't be so phallic." He said.

"But my cock's isn't hard?" He whispered.

Kasama nila sa lamesa sina Beethoven at si Tessmarione kung saan ay nagkatinginan silang dalawa. "Lets just brush them off. Shall we?" Beethoven said. "I'm going outside to play the swing, would you like to come?" He asked.

Tessmarione, on the other hand, thought of this invitation. But when her mind says otherwise, she just smile and noded. "Sure, lets go. So that we could talk more about you and us." She giggled.

"The fuck? Were not even together. Asa kang maging tayo." Pagmamayabang niya at saka tumayo. Sumunod naman si Tessmarione at umalis na silang dalawa. Roscoe and Yrozze was left at the table. "Hey," Roscoe called. "Hmm?" the latter hummed as a sign of answer.

"Beethoven told me a while ago that you knew him really much. Alam mo raw na hindi lang isang manunulat si Beethoven kundi isa rin siyang spy?" Aniya.

On the other hand, Yrozze chew all of the food inside his mouth and gulped it all at once. He then reached for the glass of water and wiped his mouth with a table cloth. Then he slouched a little on the body rest of the chair.

"He's not a spy, but a secret boss." He started.

"What do you mean boss?" Roscoe asked.

Yrozze cleared his throat for a second.

"Under the organization he's in, the vicinity of the complex territoriality of the organization, its no ordinary. It's big and vast. Comprises of a few selected people who's gonna be in-charge of leading a specific country or countries in par with the order of their King in that of the organization," He explained.

Roscoe was agape on this matter. He tenaciously hold dearly to the armrest of the chair. Hearing his explanation, it seemed very complicated to implicate understanding within.

"Okay? So you mean to day that he is a boss of their organization? What's so prudent about this organization he's part of?" He asked.

Then a chuckle escaped Yrozze' throat.

"Darling, its not prudent you call that. You mean you're curious what's on their organization you ask?" He replied.

Kaya tumango naman ang kasama nito.