~Ours~

Music of Fools: Chapter 8

Saturday

I shot a look at him. That will do, he would ask me, for sure, why I’m looking at him like an angry tigress. I hated never seeing him at night. It made me angry. It won’t complete my day. Ugh!

He sat on the same couch, watching the early morning news. And now he’s wearing a new shirt from dad. A Silent Day? I never heard of that. Why they didn’t greet good morning to me? It’s Saturday, everyone must be happy.

“Get your coffee, Jen,” dad suddenly said, but I went back to my room without a word or blink. I locked the door and slumped into my smelly bed. I could smell my failure that sooths in my nostrils. What the hell is wrong with them? Or maybe, what is wrong with me? I covered my face with my stinky pillow. Ugh. I could hear someone’s footsteps going upstairs and then to my room. Knock…knock…knock…

Now, I need to buy a signage: Do not disturb or Beware of a dog.

Knock…

“Please Jen open the door,” Kelly said.

Knock…knock…

“Please…”

I stood quietly and unlock the door and slump back into my bed.

“It’s open,” I exclaimed.

He entered cautiously.

“What?!”

“I’m here to explain,” he said calmly over my angry voice.

No respond from me.

“Listen,” he started and sat on the edge on my bed, “I’m sorry what happened last night. I’m sorry if I didn’t give my night to you. Someone took my guitar while I tried to buy something inside the store. You can say I’m clumsy to left my things…you can slap my face, Jen.”

Silence.

“I need to find it. Please do believe me Jen. My guitar is gone. It’s the only thing that makes me happy…including you.”

Lie.

He placed his both hands on his head. I could see the pain. His eyes were restless and unexplainably hard to look at. I could hear his heavy breathing. I pursed my lips.

“I believe in you okay?” I whispered, “I’m just concerned last night. I just miss you, waiting for you saying good night and a kiss on my forehead. And I feel you’re hiding something from me. I don’t like lying, you must know that. I’m so sorry.”

I moved towards him and wrapped him with my arms. He kissed my forehead.

“I promise to spend time with you form now on,” he said.

I nodded.

Yes, I did not saw his guitar and its case. It means only two things: he didn’t lie to me, and no guitar lessons from him. Yeah!

Dad smiled at me when he noticed we’re now OK. He left us and went to Mrs. Michaels’ house. My afternoon with Kelly was just lying on the couch talking everything we could think of. My head on his chest, while he played my hair. I could hear the beating of his heart saying: I…love...you. Ha.

Sunday (Date Day)

His scent was still the same; burnt honey and rose. We entered in my favorite food chain and ordered the same food. Achilles was wearing his black coat and tied his hair just as the same when we had our first date. I noticed his sneezing, he’s sick, so we went home before the rain poured down.

Well, a date in my own house would be great.

“I’m alright,” he said, “I just need some rest.”

“Sure, sure.”

I lead him upstairs to accommodate my bed, and there the date ended. He started to sleep and all I can do is to stare at him. Ugh. I took off his coat and shoes. I covered him with blanket, and plan to have some chicken hot soup. But the problem was I don’t know how to cook. I couldn’t even perfect frying the sunny side up. I baked cake with too much sugar. I grilled pork and it turned charred. That’s why I chose to be a theater actress knowing I could only two things: act and sing.

My phone rang so I took it directly not to disrupt Kelly’s sleep.

“Yes Sam?”

“Oh yes. Annie told me to check your situation. Well, I know you’re doing great. One week more and it will be over, you’ll get rid of that street singer. Is he annoying?”

I rolled my eyes in disagreement and said, “Yes he stinks and eat a lot.”

“Oh really? Er. By the way the break-up will be on Saturday evening. And, of course, we’ll be watching you on how you break him into pieces.”

What the!

“No, I mean sure, sure.”

“And you can have the ticket you dreamt of. So I gotta go, my lil brother got this freaking chicken pox and I need to take care of him.”

Same here, I got a lover who’s sleeping peacefully and innocent of what will happen to him soon.

“Bye,” I whispered.

I took a deep breath. This is not right. O.M.G.