The Write Thing

Chapter 19

"So, how is it going?" Matt asked me as he played on his guitar. I leaned back on my seat as I recall everything I had to deal with which I don't want to think about at the moment.

Today's Sunday. It's been a week since I had last spoken to Rafa and it's been a week since I sent him my work. Which he obviously decline. And since then I haven't came up with another one yet. I just feel like it's getting even more harder and complicated. Sometimes I would thought maybe it's not about my writing anymore. Maybe he really doesn't want to sing, that's why.

"Do you really think I could make that guy sing? It's hapless." I lean against the couch as I contemplate about my decisions in life.

"Of course. We believe in you."

I let out an audible sigh as I sit up to look at him in the eyes. "That's not the case here. I mean, I just don't know how can I make that guy sing. Maybe I'm really not what you needed for this."

"Come on. That's not what I want to hear from you." He quickly said as soon as I finish my words. I watched as how he stood and make his way to sit beside me. "You see, we don't know how much we owe you. I don't even think we could name a value for your hard work. I know it's not an job, not even us could do as what you can. But that's exactly the reason why we trust you and believe that you really could make him get back to it."

How I wish it's as easy as how we believe it could be. But it isn't.

It's been months since I agreed to their offer and yet, I still don't get why they had trusted me so much when we basically don't know much about each other. And it's still a question to me why they strongly believe I could make their friend sing.

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"Have you heard the news about what happened to Rafa last night?" I was pulled out from my thoughts as Bea appeared in front of me.

I wasn't really paying attention that I had to recall what she just said. And my eyes widen the moment I remembered what happened the other night at the bar.

Bea was still looking at me while waiting for my response, which makes it difficult for me to think of what to respond to that.

"What do you mean?" I avert my gaze as I clean up the empty table.

I haven't mentioned her about what happened that night, and I don't think I would be. I just don't wanted to get reminded of what happened that night. But now that she brings that topic all of a sudden, I was unsure as to what I would respond.

"You really don't know what happened?" I looked at her. And this time, she's looking a little different as she propped a hand on her waist with her brow raised.

Unsure of what to say, I started shaking my head slowly. "N-no." I look away and attempt to ignore the conversation but I couldn't. I feel her eyes following each move I take.

"You sure?" She asked me again. And the next time I brought my gaze up, her phone is now infront of my face. I didn't have to think further when I saw a photo of Rafa from the other night at the bar.

It wasn't just a normal photo of him beating a guy. I was standing beside him while trying to stop him from almost murdering someone.

It's now allover the internet, and yet I haven't thought of that idea before I even lied to Bea.

As soon as Bea shove her phone inside her pocket, she gave me a serious look. And I think I know why.

A heavy sigh escaped from my mouth before I started talking. "It was taken the other night at the bar. I happened to see him that night beating a random guy. I don't know exactly what happened. And I don't have interest to know."