Her Letter To The Altar

Chapter 8

11:38 AM

Dés vu

The awareness that this day, this event, or whatever happened in your life will become a memory.

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Two weeks had passed, yet the question I thought would be easy to ask, the one I wanted answered, the one I thought would have an answer, remained just that—a question lingering in my mind.

I even asked him why I was the only one who called him Isaac, while everyone else just called him Calvin. I know it's a trivial thing, but because I'm the only one calling him that, doesn't it deserve an answer?

But his response? Why? Is it wrong for you to be the only one?

Does he even like me? This guy is just adding to my problems.

So I stopped asking why I was the only one who called him that, because it was always the same answer. It felt like he was hiding something he didn't want to tell me. It was maddening to hear, but whatever. I'll just stop asking and pretend it means nothing.

Two weeks had also passed since I started working at Luna's café. The employees there treated me well. They all knew I was the daughter of Tito's former business partner, especially Ate Trina—she's incredibly kind. She's the one who personally prepares my food; she told me Papa was always good to her, so she wanted to return the kindness to me.

Mama also knows now that I'm working for Tito Richard, so she's more at ease, knowing how kind Tito is.

And one thing that always makes me laugh is when I remember the lies I've been spinning.

Tito thinks someone is picking me up, which is our neighbor, while Mama believes it's Tito driving me home. He even wanted to talk to Tito, so I quickly came up with a reason that he couldn't talk to him because Tito wasn't really the one picking me up. I just said it was the girl I was with who was driving me home because Tito Richard's schedule at the café had become hectic.

Sometimes, Luna stops by the café to do her homework, so Tito has no choice but to take her along. He probably thinks Luna is my classmate, so whatever she does, I do too. Thanks to Luna, I can relax and finish my homework for a few hours.

Right now, I'm sitting on a bench at the university, facing the school ground. It's quiet and empty, perhaps because everyone is in their own classes.

Sir Edrian isn't here yet, so I thought I'd come here and enjoy the fresh air brought by the many trees surrounding the area.

All the hard work and late nights at Luna's café are worth it, as I can now buy things I couldn't before. I have new lipsticks, foundations, and various types of mascara.

I even have a sling bag now, and most importantly, I've saved up for the house we plan to move into. I haven't found a place yet, but Luna knows of a few options that would fit my budget.

I was about to leave when I remembered to check my wallet. I only had a little money left, but that's okay; I'll be getting my paycheck tonight.

"Maya?" Garry called out, carrying a notebook and a pen.

"Hey, Garry. Where are Ella and Fat?"

"They're busy. Can you do my communication arts assignment for me?"

I frowned at her request. I didn't remember there being any homework in communication arts.