As Des Cœurs

CHAPITRE QUATRE: La fourchette de l'enfer IV (The Fork of Hell IV)

La fourchette de l’enfer IV (The Fork of Hell IV)

I DIDN’T look back to him but I mustered all the strength I had to walk again. He was just disturbing me and I don’t want any distractions right now. I need to be careful in every movements I will take and I shouldn’t be entertaining anyone. Especially to those who can’t contribute to my case.

However, he was about to speak again but suddenly interrupted by a guy that he was with before too. It was the guy that he was with in the canteen and he called him Zephyr as far as I remembered.

“Mister Walton, I’ve been looking for you for a while, where did you go?” he halted from speaking when his eyes turned it my back but I didn’t bother to look at them. Instead, I continued from walking and leave the both of them there. It was already four and thirty in the afternoon and I need to go to my next destination for me to solve this case. “Who’s that girl?” that was the last question I heard from Mister Zephyr when I already left them there.

After going to the parking lot of the bicycles, I took my green bicycle and unlock the chains on it. Afterwards, I pedaled my bike and goes to my destination as soon as I can. As I looked at my wrist-watch, I arrived to my destination at the exact time of five and ten in the afternoon.

I halted in front of a massive and altitudinous tenement. There are plenty of people around and they looked very weary and dreary. Some of them was in the low class of the society, but I prefer to talk to this kind of people as I felt comfortable with them and I feel like they are fun to be with and I can comprehend them easily unlike to the higher class like Mister Walton.

I get inside of the filthy—not that filthy but, what do they say about it, a half abandoned tenement but there are clearly lots of people living inside of it. There are plenty of clothes hanging around and there are numerous of children playing on the court in the tenement.

The stairs was wet and there are garbage bags on the edge of it as I ascended to the second floor through it. The people living in here was staring at me and I know they will as they will think that I was new in here. And I was unfamiliar for them. I continued from walking even their gazes was upon me.

I was walking on the narrow corridor of the tenement and I look down from where I was to the ground floor of the basketball court. It was too high and it was sending me a little shiver as I felt a familiar eerie and dreadful cold presence from someone. My eyes turned to the skies and it was nearly evening. Maybe my lola was already worried about me, but this won’t last for longer.

I decided to halt from looking at the ground and looked in the corridor but I nearly had a heart attack when I saw a familiar face in front of me. I placed my palm in the middle of my chest and firmly closed my eyes. That was too astonishing and I was still breathing so heavily while my upper body was bowing. I nearly lost my balance because of that.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a glint of astonishment in his face. He was shocked that he saw me and no wonder about that. Kahit saan na lang ba ako pumunta, hindi ba mawawala ang pagmumukha ng lalaking ito? I was tired of seeing his face and I don’t like the idea of him bothering me in too many times.

“Ganito na ba ako kamalas para makita ka na naman?” the tone of my voice was serious that made him lifted his left brow. He seemed serious this time and I can assure that this meeting is purely coincidental but in many people that I will encounter, why him? And why here? “It seemed, you didn’t followed me, what are you doing here? What was your intention this time?” My voice seemed serious and his cold gaze didn’t melted.

“Really? That was your query?” he asked in pure disbelief. “And why would I tell you my intentions? Who are you for me to tell you?” still sarcastic, can you remind me again why did I ask this man to ask his intention? Yeah because I thought before that he was following me.