Chapter 10
Rolph's POV
Sunday of the same week, I felt so tired. I don't wanna get up. I just wanna roll in my bed instead and do it all day. I opened a book and read it while still lying on my bed. Minutes later, I heard a knock. "Yes?" I shouted. No one responded. I guess it was Zyra again, bringing me breakfast in bed. She's been doing this since we started dating so maybe it's just her. Another knock went through my door again which kinda pissed me. I went out of bed and opened the door. "Proceed to my office ASAP."
It was my mom. I was surprised to see her, especially that I was anticipating for Zyra. They never told me they would visit our restaurant today. It seems like my mom is mad, so I immediately went to her office. As I entered, the whole family is there. Mom is sitting at the center with my dad at her right and my sisters at her left. They commanded me to sit down and tried to talk some stuff. The conversation lasted for more or less 30 minutes. I went out first, slammed the door, leaving my family inside. I immediately went to the piano area and played some notes. Minutes later, someone hugged me. "The breakfast is ready". I looked at her eyes and held her hands. If our eyes can speak, I hope she could understand what I wanna say to her. I hugged her tight and she did the same.
We had breakfast, and this time, it was a silent one. No one wants to start a conversation. I don't know, but no words can get out of my mouth. I think Zyra's feelings are mutual. We finished eating without even talking to each other. The workers kept looking at us and as they walked near us, they were all silent. I heard someone said "Maybe they had a love quarrel", other say "Maybe they're tired". I know it's odd because we usually eat in a noisy way. Usually, our breakfast is full of laughter and cuddles. Today is the most silent breakfast I ever had in my life.
I took Zyra to our garage and took my bike out. This is the first time that we will be riding on the same bike. I took her to the area where I usually have my morning jog, and where the city view is. It wasn't a time for sunrise nor sunset, but I just want her with me this time in this very place. We stopped in a shady area and sat on the green grasses. We're in a position where my back is leaned against her back. No one said a word. The place is full of silence again. All I can hear are the birds chirping and see the wind dancing.
"Rolph?" she finally called my name. "Yes, Zyra?" I replied.
"I love you." I can hear her crying. "I love you too." I faced her and held her shoulders. This time, tears kept flowing outside her beautiful eyes. "What's the matter? Why are you crying?" I attempted to hug her but she resisted. She looked at me and her eyes want to tell me something. "You're like the best best brother I never had."
I felt like my heart stopped breathing and my blood pouring down to my feet, living my body numb. "I know it's kinda wrong for me to say this, but I just realized that I love you as my brother. The persona inside me who really wants to have a brother found its home in you. I'm sorry but I can't love you romantically Rolph."
She hugged me but I can't move. She kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and my lips. She stood up and ran away. Her tears remained on my face which gave me the crying look. I watched her ran away from me until I can no longer see her. This time, the birds aren't chirping and the winds aren't dancing anymore. I just feel so numb to the point that I no longer cared about the heat of the sun penetrating in my skin. I remained on my position for hours and hours and hours until the sunset is is evident.
I watch the sun fade away and still remained sitting on the place she left me. I'm like the man who can't be moved and doesn't wanna move. Everything was a shock for me to the point that I can't imagine what was Zyra doing now. Where is she now? Who's with her? Right! I need to know where is she now. Maybe she has a problem that's why she tends to confuse her feelings for me and her problem. Right. I stood up, rode on my bike and head towards the restaurant.
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