A Robin's Dream (Andrew x Robyn)

☕ Prologue ☕

Andrew's POV

I stared and keep on staring on the screen before I decide to close my eyes and shot the computer down. Walang pumapasok sa isip ko na pwede kong isulat.

*ding*

Narinig ko ang notification ng phone ko at nakita ko pangalan ng editor ko.

From: Editor X
Message:
Stefan, any updates about your new work?

I read the message and decided to reply later. Even replying to this message seems like a chore.

I grabbed the packet of cigarette and lighter and went to my veranda.

It's already 5pm and the sun is setting.

Habang sinisindihan ko ang sigarilyo ko, napatingin ako sa garden sa baba.

"Bakit ba ako bumili ng bahay na may garden,  when I'm not into gardening or interested with plants?"

I continue huffing for my cigarette and halfway it, decided to come back inside. Tanging ilaw sa desk lamp ko ang naging gabay sa akin hanggang sa makalabas ako ng study room.

Walang kahit anong ingay akong naririnig bukod sa mga yapak ko. Normal lang naman since mag-isa lang ako sa malaking bahay na 'to. Hanggang sa makababa ako, iniisip ko anong gagawin ko.

Kakain? Maglilinis? Lumabas? Bumili ng takeout?

Pero kahit anong isip kong gawin, wala akong nagawa na kahit ano. Namalayan kong 7pm na ng tumunog ulit ang notification ng phone ko

*ding*

From: Evan
Message:
Drew, need mo ba ng helper? I can recommend someone immediately.

I stared on the word "helper" for a bit before checking my surroundings again.

A large house like this looks like a pig pen. Clothes everywhere in my living room. Dirty dishes at my kitchen. Take out containers lying on my dinner table. There's not even a clean dish I can use.

Overall status: MESSY.

From: Evan
Message:
Your sister saw the state of your house and rant about it. Pull yourself together. How's your work?

I clicked the reply and decided to accept the helper. I do need one. I just can't imagine after living alone for 3 years, here I am getting a "helper"

To: Evan
Message:
I'll interview them first then decide if I'll have them.

3pm. Tomorrow. House.

After sending the message, I open the calendar app on my phone and checked the date.

"My rut is in 2 weeks. Better get some suppressants."

After trying to set up an appointment with my doctor and talk with my editor, the house stayed silent. I closed my eyes and try to breath as slowly as I can.

"I hope the helper knows how to cook"

With that thinking, I fell asleep on the couch with nothing but a starving stomach.

*Next day*

Around 2:50 pm, I heard the door bell rang. I guess the helper Evan got me is here. I tried to tidy up the place but the state is still miserable.

The gate can automatically open from the inside. I only have to open the door.

Never in my dreams, that after 3 years, a ghost of my past will come crawling like this. Almond eyes etched on a small face. Smooth fair skin with ebony hair. His face is identical but the vibe is different. He looks free and vibrant.

"Hello, Sir Andrew! Robyn with a "y" Jacques Park at your service!"