After Raksana left, Antonio cornered Clarina in the kitchen. Lifting her up by the waist and placing her on top of the island. Standing between her spread legs."Did she do anything to you?" He asked, looking into her eyes, patient.
"No, she didn't Antonio. We talked."
"About what?"
"Us being friends. We're going to start on a clean sheet." Sounded easy and convincing with words. In truth, she was worried, anxious, and unsure if they could be normal friends.
He held her gaze for a moment.
"Is that what you want?"
"She's your sister Antonio. Your blood. I'll make an effort."
He frowned " I don't want you tolerating her in the name of us sharing blood. I love my baby sister, however, I know her well enough to spot her shit."
It didn't help her frantic mind to hear Antonio speak that way about Raksana. His words sounded like a warning and confirmation that maybe Raksana had something up her sleeves.
" I already agreed to make friends with her Antonio."
It was silent for a few seconds. His eyes were unreadable.
"Is that what you want Clarina?" He asked again.
Hating the fact that she was now second-guessing herself. Unsure, and doubtful, those feelings now mercilessly nipped at her.
Was it what she wanted?
She had made friends of sorts with his brothers. The Twins had won her over with their charm, unapologetic words, and the light way they carried themselves. Marcelo's words usually crossed her mind at random moments whenever she spoke to the twins.
"Because they haven't shown their side of 'cruelty'?"
The twins vividly let her know where their mind was when it came to dark thoughts. Back when she had applied for the jobs, they told her to inform them of whoever gave her a hard time.
She didn't bite into their offer. Especially after one night of them sending her pictures of dead people. Some burnt because of the acid that was poured on them, and the body disintegrated. Others bones sticking out, and one's neck was sliced open. Clarina couldn't sleep that evening.
The not-so-funny thing was, they were asking her if the pictures could pass for dark art. It went on the second day when she ended up calling them over the phone on their group chat of three and offered to pray for and with them. She had sincerely been that disturbed and bothered and knew in all her world views that God could maybe be the only thing that would help them or turn it a tone down. A tone down because everyone did have sickening thoughts that they harboured, the difference carried between those that went the extra mile to tame them from being reenacted and becoming a reality.
Thankfully, they didn't do it again. Instead, their texts and calls become their primary way of enlightening her about their killings and death. No more media. It was now verbal and it was to their lack it seemed because she had an avidly active imagination. This was done at a minimum though after they realised the effect and strain to keep on with conversation concerning the topic.
Marcelo and her held conversations. No, she wasn't over that kick when they had met. But she got to see the way he reasoned at times. If he was playing nice and you reciprocated with the opposite, he'd play the opposite as well ten times back. They didn't talk as often. It took time, but they got there. He never apologized for the kick and she dropped it, hopefully, well at least that's what she chose to believe bearing the fact that the two of them were never in the same presence as often. Less than a handful actually. And based on experience from a Rodriguez whom she saw and lived with, she knew Marcelo never would. It was justifiable in his eyes.
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RomanceAntonio Rodriguez laid eyes on Clarina Morales and knew, she was the one. He watched over her from a far . Got to know all there was that concerned her. To his great pleasure, she landed right into his nest. Clarina let him take her to his house. Un...