The Real Life of Josh

Chapter 54: Tragedy

I'm really loving the way we are right now.
The way that I am officially in a relationship.
Fuck that bitch who broke my heart, well apparently I'm fine with that.

Then this is the first date we had. No paparazzi, no cameras, no reporters. And do you know what place?

IN MY HOUSE NEW YORK :)

Me: mom, dad? Are you here?

Maid 1: sir, they just went to the near coffee shop.

Me: both of them?

Maid 1: yes sir. I think they had left an hour ago.

Me: thanks. By the way, is my bar okay?

Maid 1: yes sir. Do you need assistance sir?

Me: sure do.

Maid 1: I'll call the other maid assigned there sir.

Me: thanks.

Maid 1: always a pleasure sir.

Then we headed onto the bar of my house.

Patricia: Josh, you surely had a big house.
Me: NAAAA. Only few things that makes the house go big.
Patricia: nope. Seriously, it's nice. You had a bar on your house.
Me: well thanks. By the way, we're going to my mini theater to watch movies.
Patricia: as I was saying. That is another evidence. A mini theater? That was huge if you will put a theater on your house. How many seating capacity?
Me: a hundred can do.
Patricia: a hundred? That was huge. Hahaha
Me: hahaha. Not really.
Patricia: so, have you moved on from your last break up?
Me: hmmm. Yup. Certainly. She don't deserve me and so do I.
Patricia: hahaha. You're bad.
Me: No, I'm not. She is bad!
Patricia: haha. Stop it. You're making her look like an idiot.
Me: Apparently yes
Patricia: haha. Let's just cut off this talk and have a drink.
Me: that's much better thing to do. Lemon or Strawberry
Patricia: lemon
Me: wow. Same taste as I am.
Patricia: I love Lemon very much.
Me: Well that would be my favorite fruit.
Patricia: okay, by having that topic, let's be familiar with our favorites. Let's start of with food.
Me: well, my favorite food is Hawaiian Pizza plus Lasagna and Cooked Liver.
Patricia: we have in common. I love waffles, lasagna and mashed potatoes.
Me: Wow. For Juices, I love fruit and natural juices like Lemon, Pineapple and Orange. Coca Cola for soda.
Patricia: For fruit juice it is lemon. For soda, coke and mountain dew.
Me: okay, let's go with the non living things.
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Our talk just went like that and like that and like this and like this. Those, that, these, there, here and hahahaha, laughing all around when suddenly ...

... Her phone is ringing ...

RRRIIINNNGGGG

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Me: Babe, your phone is ringing. Answer it.
Patricia: they're just my friends who stalked me always.
Me: hahaha.

Another ring again and this time followed by a message.

Message:
Tricia, we are here on the hospital. Your dad just had a heart attack and now it is serious coz' he had been in comatose. We need you here.

And my babe start crying.

Me: Why are you crying? What happened?
Patricia: my dad.
Me: what happened to your dad?
Patricia: he is in coma babe due to heart attack. I need to go there. Sorry babe. I think I'll have to leave you here.
Me: it's okay. I can drive your way there and be with you.
Patricia: i think, I can handle it on my own.
Me: no babe. You can't. I insist. Let's go.

Then I commanded my maids to clean the bar and drive our way to the hospital.

My babe went to her family crying.

Me: Mrs. Houston?
Mrs.: hey Josh. Sorry if we called Tricia. I know she's on a date with you but we need her here.
Me: no offense for me Mrs. Houston. Whatever you need I can help.
Mrs. Houston: thanks Josh. All we need now is support and prayers.
Me: we do pray for his fast recovery