~Ours~

Music of Fools: Chapter 6

I thought he was serious of tryig to earn money just to buy a ticket of Poison and Thorns. That wouldn't be nice if he work hard for it and I'm the one will be benefited with it. Being fair is not right. And fairness was one of my virtue I somehow possesses albeit I looked like I only have my beauty. Kelly might be helpful to have my dream ticket but I can't dare to nod at him and say: sure. My world revolves not to three things: ticket, Kelly (which is not a thing), and my friends (they can be a thing!)

Guess this summer starts with a not-so-good happenings, but maybe in the middle of this might be a brilliant days to cherish and remembered with.

As we walk along the way, thinking of some topic we can talked about or a thing that could stirred our minds, Kelly said about his identity. He's not an alien or some agent from CIA or whatsoever.

He told me he has a blood of a Filipino, so he's from the Philippines. My old friend told me once that the Philippines is a great place to visit during summer. I thought Kelly was an Indonesian or maybe Thai with a blood of American. Nevertheless, he's half-blooded. Kelly said the the Filipinos have different ways of proposing to a lover at the olden times. His mother told him that their men would bring a guitar and sing a song during nighttime and after that, the courting began. They would say lots of flowering words. (Thinking about it made me smile.)

Though Kelly never tried to visit his mother's place, he knew a lot of it, especially the language. He spoke weird words that I couldn't understand even a bit of it. He said he'll teach me few words he knew.

I would love to see his mother if he wanted to see dad.

I had this History teacher, he is a Filipino. As far as I remembered Philippines might be one of the states of America if the president of the Philippines at that time is not too obsessed and too patriot about his Filipino language. He told us that President Quezon was afraid that their language might change. If he knew what's the result of being a state of America, he'll remorse about it for sure. That country might not be a Third World country together with the African countries.

Filipino can still speak their native language if they want, just like Hawaii. Duh! That's what I like about History, it's like gossiping dead people who played our past and affects our future.

Jeez! I'm going to learn a lot from him. All I knew is that Philippines is a Third World country, and people there are very religious.

We both came at my house when dad was at the kitchen. He was alone, no more Mrs. Michaels my-mom-to-be? Dad stared at me, with a fake smile of him. I gulp. He may think that this is my new toy to play with and break at the end.

How will I introduce him?

“Dad,” I started, “meet Achilles Adams. You cam call him Kelly.”

He just smiled and Kelly approached him offering his hand. Oh, great! Too polite. Dad shook his hand. Pheww!

“Nice to meet you Mr. Jones,” he said, “you had a very great daughter.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said but I guess it was a lie. I'm not great. Jenifer's still a bitch.

“Kelly wanted to meet you so, I brought him here.”

“That's good.”

Duh! You don't care about my lovers. Don't try to be something.

“I'll just go to my room,” I whispered to Kelly, as I turned back and went upstairs.

Probably after fifteen minutes I'll go down. Change my dress, that's what I need. But I felt something else as I brought Kelly here. He was really something.

Different...

Unique...

Exquisite...

Exotic...

Endangered specie...

I could hear them talking but I couldn't tell what they talked about. I took my phone and informed me I got 2 missed calls; form Annie and Timothy. He was my ex-boyfriend. I forgot I planned to break up with him. But why he called? And why I still have his number? (Of course, I never delete the number of my lovers in case I needed them.) I dialed his number.

Riiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!

“Hi Jen,” he said in joyful voice, “you noticed my call.”

“Of course. What do you want Tim?”

“Er. Um. Are you free next Sunday? You know, I need someone to be with. Would you like to be with me on that day?”

“Sunday? Well, let me think. Er. No, I'm too busy Tim. Dad got extreme pain on his hands. Over fatigue, the doctor said. I'm doing a lot of chores now.”

Ha-ha. I'm really good in lying.

“I'm sorry,” he said in his annoying voice, “just call me if you changed your mind.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

And I started to change my dress with a pang of guiltiness.

Later on, someone knocked my door.

Achilles.

“Oh,” I said in shocked seeing his new shirt and shorts.

He told me it was from dad's cabinet. And, that's good looking at him wearing another shirt.

It was a bit loose, but that will do.

I sat at the edge of my bed together with him. We were quiet for awhile.

“Why you're so silent?”

“Am I?” he said.

“I'd love to see you sleep in some safer place, Kelly. I can't afford to see you risking your life outside.”

“I'm a risk-taker. Everyday is critical.”

I nodded as if I knew what he mean.

“I'll leave you now. Sleep early, love.”

I could hear the sounds of his steps going down.

Later on, I peeked outside. Dad and Kelly were talking again. Ha. Dad likes him...and I love him. I love him today, tomorrow...and...I turned off the lights.