Death Call (Part 1 complete)

Chap. 4.2

I am so worse now. My feet are stoned in the floor. I cannot move even one-step back. My best friend wants to support me but Sophie stops her.

You show your real colors as a man Dwight. Those days were teenager’s sweetest weeks but now, I am like in prison with my own thoughts of insecurities for years.

“You, you, you can go after you finish cooking there. Thank you for coming here in my house. I hope that you will come back here soon,” I begin wiping my tears away. I turn around and face them. “Sam, can you just visit me for tomorrow? I have something to tell you”

“Sure,”

“I will just take a long rest because I am so restless now. I have not eaten my lunch yet and I totally lost my appetite. Good night guys”

I never mind looking at back at them. I just hear them arguing as I am going inside my room. I feel my eyes want to surrender from blinking and I know that it is tired of pouring too much tears. I have many questions in my mind about some facts that the world is afraid to know. The fact, which no woman around the world wants to know. I hear some of them tell it when the man is absent. I also hear some of them confess it to her friends when the man is afar from her. All I want to know now is about the way man acts if ever he is fully obsess and in love with a woman, a gentleman to a lady and a boy to a girl. I cannot sleep well at that night so I open my laptop and search about it but before that, I am still lying down in my bed, thinking. Then, I stand up slowly in order to cease from the long and lasting pain and north to my table. I open my laptop and start searching in relation to what I was thinking lately. I turn around looking for my notebook and pen but what I see in my divan is my phone. I could not believe it because I never intend to it rescue from the aquarium. God knows who get it from there. I might ask Sam about this tomorrow.

As I continue searching, most of the people who engage serious problems about relationships are teenagers. I remember that Dwight and I were just last for two years and I am still eighteen and he is nineteen, only a one-year gap. It is so obvious that we are still teens at those times. In fact, our parents cannot mend us to stop loving each other but now I know that he really does not love me. I do not know what his motivation of being with me when I am ready to give all of me unto him. I hate reading surveys about it but what I generalize here is about break-ups and the so-called “cool off’’. The persons who mostly do the cool off are the girls because for them, they need a time to decide if her partner and she are destine for each other. Because of this, cool off might result a happy conclusion or a sad break-up. In my part when I was bound by loneliness, I could not consider these things as a

Cool off. All I know in my innocence is that, I give what the man wants from me. It might hurt too much but I should consider it.

 I just open another website and what I finally read is all about man’s nature of handling relationship. It is quite complicated because there are terms that are hard to understand. Nevertheless, with the use of powerful brain, I can easily put these terms into a woman’s idea. First, man likes less talk so the woman should control her way of talking because it will cause a big problem. Second, man gets easily mad when he is totally over considerate about the things that he does not like about the woman’s acts. I do not know the reason why they are so affected when it comes to the way we act. Dwight is so much than that, I consider him already as a troublemaker. He puts himself into trouble whenever a person tries to talk with me.

It might be a jealous or something that he does not like.

Third, man gets what he always wanted. I wonder if Dwight is contented about everything I give to him. If I will count, I have only three things he has already from me. It is my love, my soul, and my trust but after we break up, he repays me one. I hate it because it is my death. Fourth, man is thirst for something less than love but more than passion. I know what it is. It is what they craving for, the heaven-like contact. It is so funny because what comes first in my mind is about foods in the restaurant. The reason behind that is first, less than love that the partners mind only for foods for the fact that they are hungry. Second, more than passion because the partners are so sweet while sharing romance and longing to be together. As what I remember, Dwight never gives me a space to be with him. He is not that man in the list. He is out there, somewhere deep in the see of craziness. Finally, man says what he truly feels when he realizes that the woman is destine for him. He proposes a marriage if they are in the right age and in the right time while the teenagers span their togetherness for years. That is the time when the man never seeks for someone else to love him more because he is contented to what his partner give him. Now I realize that no relationships last when the man is retarded. He is too crazy to handle things down when there is a crisis. I could not understand him if I will tell my problems to him.