One More Day (H.S.) #wattys2016

Twenty-Fifth Day

Dolly

    
Today is Saturday, which means I need to get up early like it's a weekday because my laundry basket is now more than full.

Ugh. What a boring day this is.

I push myself off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face because I was not able to do so last night. That's why I look like a marionette whose eye makeup is smudged with dark shadows, making me look dopey.

Before I could cross my tiny receiving room and go inside the cupboard, two raps on the door made my bloody heart jumped to my throat.

I swung the door open thinking it was Bert. Cross that out for I was wrong.

"Miss Dolly."

It was Samuel.

"Sammy. What brings you here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, thinking that I'm just imagining things.

"Yes, it's me." There's something about his tone, as if he was tired of running an errand. "Sir Harry would like to invite you to his humble abode."

"What? Like, right now?" I bit my lower lip, totally hesitant about his request to see me. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I have..." I concocted an excuse. Well, I do have an excuse. But because I somehow wanted to go, I need to find a reason to not give in. "Um, I have lots of stuff to do like my weekly laundry, cleaning my apartment, etcetera. Plus, he knows I need to go home before sundown."

One moment ago, I seem to feel so down, and now I suddenly feel so jumpy at the prospect of Harry inviting me again at his house. But of course I don't want to expect anything because, like I said before, the opposite always happens.

Samuel shakes his head, profusely sighing before me. "I already suggested to him that you might have plans today. But you know how he is."

"Is something the matter?"

"Just... please don't waste this day for my boss." He pleaded. "I have been through the trouble of cancelling today's whole agenda."

Harry cancelled his schedule today. Why?

"The way your face appears, I presume you still don't get it Miss Dolly."

"Umm..." I was really clueless. "Does he plan on procrastinating? Because I'm not up to that kind of activity."

"Miss Dolly." He sighed, tired. "He didn't actually say. But every step he took today points to one conclusion: Sir Harry cancelled everything because he wants to spend the whole day with you."

"Oh" was all I said. It was not an expression I made because I was disappointed. No. I just wasn't expecting it.

"I don't know what's gotten into his head. He woke up extra early this morning which he normally doesn't. And then he has a photo op with some fans in Hampshire scheduled a week ago but he cancelled it; he even cancelled last night's dinner meeting with a few VIPs who, if you must know, came from Turkey just because he does not wish to be disturbed, and his band mates are..."

Samuel's incessant talk sinks into the background as his sentence awakens something inside of me. It was warm and gentle a feeling. I don't want it away.

"Oh by the way, I need your answer right now. He's waiting in his car."

"He's here?"

Samuel only nodded.

I wished to talk to Harry for I didn't want him to think that his effort is futile if I send Samuel back with a negative answer. So I went to the car park across our apartment with Samuel, protecting ourselves from the fine drizzle with a huge black umbrella that reminds me a lot of that villain in Batman.