Taking The Colors On

KABANATA 2

West Beaumont

We didn’t struggle on finding a parking lot because there is a parking lot below the building and it seems they want to park there to avoid the heat. I parked the car beside a White Toyota Hilux. 

Enzo is so excited, he even does a happy jump while he is holding my hands because he told me that we might lose each other so we should never let go. What a smart kid.

When we get inside, we have to remove our shoes according to Dallia, because we will be sitting on the floor. I helped Enzo remove his shoes. The moment I stepped inside, there were few men, the husband obviously but mostly the kids' companion was a woman, probably their mother. I feel like a single dad in my situation but I shrugged the idea off, it is not easy to become a single parent. Also, the women's stares are somewhat… uncomfortable?

We sat at the table and at first, Enzo got really shy but eventually got used to the place where he started to talk to other boys. I can see his happy smile and his soft giggle. He is so cute, I took a picture and sent it to my sister-in-law. I have to update the parents from time to time to assure them that their son is still safe. 

Other guys also tried to make conversation with me and I politely talked to them.

“I, uhm, I work as an Engineer.” I don’t want to brag that I am a licensed captain pilot and an engineer of aeroplanes. It sounds impossible but with my brain, well, let’s not talk about it. Engineering is what I always introduce myself to others to avoid them digging into my life. 

“Oh! Civil?” One man asked. 

“No,” I was thinking about that course when I was still a student but I saw my dream course.

“Mechanical?” I shook my head.

“Aeronautical.” 

“Oh.” That is how they reacted. Then, we started to talk about business, which I am not very interested in since I am more of a Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics kind of freak, not a corporate one. Sure, I had investment but not really that open for business. 

They talked about their children which is quite fun, and I like kids. I told them that Enzo is not my son because they told me I have a very handsome son, which I am proud of. Well, he also has my blood on him, of course he looks good.

When the clock struck 9:40 in the morning, a lady entered. She is wearing a white square neck long sleeve tuck in her sage green long skirt just below her knee. Her hair is tied neatly at the back and there is a dew strand falling on her face. Her face looks like it has makeup but I can see from the distance that her face is covered in a natural beauty. Natural blush, and natural pink lips. A goddess. 

“Hello, I am Teacher Dionne Amos. And, I will be your teacher!” Her voices were laced with softness, tenderness, and purity. The kids gawked in awe. Even kids are amazed and stunned by her beauty.

“Teacher, are you a princess?” One little girl asked. The Teacher Dionne giggled on her question.

“I am a fairy…” she said and smiled at the girl. The kids, once again, stared at her innocently and adorably. They look like her as if they saw a very beautiful princess, in fact she is. 

“But… But you look like a princess.” That kid is cute, in all honesty.

“You are the princess…” 

Dionne did a little introduction to us before she said the agenda. Her name is Amira Dionne Amos, a 24 year old pastry chef and an artist. She owned a bakery/coffee shop. 

“She’s beautiful, uncle. There is also a beautiful girl other than Mommy and Lizzy?” My nephew whispered.

“I know, buddy.” I tapped his head and told him to listen to Teacher Dionne. She is just telling the kids on how to draw, color, and some basics.

“Don’t worry, teacher Dionne, will guide you. Also, your parents.” Her voice is soothing. Damn it. 

“Teacher, can I color the dog red?” The innocent boy asked.

“It’s your art, baby boy. You put what you want to put in po.” She said and the kid happily drew again.

“How can you draw a sheep po, teacher?” 

“Haha, even me, I don’t know how to draw that one.”

“Wow! You have magic hands!”

That is just a few comments from parents and kids to her. When she starts to roam around, she stops behind Enzo and leans to his drawing. Her gold necklace suits her, and because she is leaning, I saw a glimpse of her bosom before she could even cover them with her hand. I didn’t mean to.

And Good heavens above, I am starting to imagine some… scenes. I shook my head. I just met the woman!

“Wow, you are so brilliant!” She praised Enzo.

“Well, my uncle here is an Engineer and he is good at drawing!” He bragged. 

“Really?” She glanced at me and she smiled a little at me.

“Yes po! He is also a Pilot, and he builds aeroplanes.” 

“Wow, your uncle must be a genius.” She chuckled.

“He is smart, I love him.” Oh, my heart melted. I love you too, little guy.

“You must really fund him…” She is talking to me.

“His father and mother need to work,” I said.

“But you seem to have more time than his parents, Mister…?” 

“West Beaumont Cordova.” I introduced myself.

“Mister Cordova…”

“Call me West or Beau, nakakatanda ang Mister Cordova.” 

“Okay, okay… West.” She said before taking her attention back to my nephew. She called me… West. Oh my heavens God!

She started a conversation at our table and I continuously shamelessly stared at her. She noticed that so she glanced back at me but Enzo’s head became the barrier for the both of us.

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